<b>Wen | Wang Qiunu</b>
The wards of the Children's Hospital are always much busier than other wards, and even though each patient is now allowed to stay with only one family member because of the epidemic, this three-person ward is still noisy. Sick children love to cry and make trouble, take medicine to cry, draw blood to cry, even do a fogging sometimes have to cry... Especially a little drip, that is definitely going to cry, this cry from the nurse sister pushed the cart into the door began to reflexively ring, and fear is contagious, as long as one crying, the other two children in the ward thought that it was probably the next one to take their own turn to inject, and suddenly wow also began to cry.
Although she tries to answer the phone outside the ward, the child is only two years old, and he is sick, he must take care of it at any time, and he cannot do without people, so he will often answer the phone in the ward. Only to see her answer the phone while taking out the paper and pen in her pocket, repeating in her mouth: "3 packs of chicken essence, 2 bottles of white vinegar, 4 bottles of rose vinegar..." "5 boxes of watercress sauce, 6 bottles of extremely fresh soy sauce, 3 bottles of raw soy sauce, 2 bottles of old soy sauce ..." I can hear that it is probably a business of seasoning wholesale.
I was upset by her nagging, the child was sick, he was anxious, it was the epidemic period, once he was hospitalized, he couldn't go out, he was trapped in the ward 24 hours a day, and he felt that the ward was not noisy enough, and the phone was not finished. Just wanted to stop it, but on second thought, people may be living on wholesale spices, and now that children are sick, they have to spend money everywhere, and this business can't be stopped.
Staying in a room 24 hours a day for a few days, the three children quickly became acquainted, and the three mothers also chatted about the day. The 2-bed mom said that the couple opened a small shop in the food wholesale market in the county town below, doing a seasoning wholesale business. She has two children, sick this is the second treasure, some time ago the child always shouted headaches, sometimes vomited, went to the local hospital to see a doctor, began not to find out the cause, and then said that the brain grew a tumor, benign malignancy is not good judgment, the doctor recommended to come to the provincial city children's hospital to see, the couple held the child over. After arriving here, the examinations done in the hometown hospital are all not recognized, and each one has to be re-done, and now these examinations are so expensive!
"Alas, you said that when you entered the hospital, how could this money not be money?" And I have been living in for half a month, I don't know how much I have done, the cause of the disease is still not clear..." She complained to us, and we also sighed, not knowing how to comfort. Her children only participated in the most basic new agricultural cooperative, came to the provincial city top three hospitals to see a doctor and hospitalized, the reimbursement rate is low, and some examinations and imported drugs have to be paid by themselves, which is obviously a big burden. Listening to the content of the usual answer to the phone can also be heard, although it is a wholesale business of spices, but it is a small business of several bottles of this small restaurant.
While chatting, the doctor came in and discussed the next treatment plan with her, suggesting that it was best to do genetic testing again to see if the cause could be further clarified. Genetic testing is done at the outside world's expense. As soon as the doctor left, the worry on her face was heavier, and she called the salesman of the company that had done genetic testing before, and after bargaining, the other party promised to give her a 20% discount, but even if it was 20% off, it was still 4800 yuan for the testing fee. 4800 yuan, I calculated in my heart, how many bottles of soy sauce and vinegar to sell to earn back.
My child is pneumonia, usually my mother and mother-in-law help to take the child, now the child can only stay alone with the bed, the family thinks that the sick child needs the most is the mother, so after the discussion unanimously recommended me to accompany the bed, I am naturally obliged. But I really have no experience with children, and the sick children are prone to tantrums, and every day I am too busy to worry about one or the other, close to the brink of collapse. Every time I see my hands in a hurry, the mother of 2 beds will take the initiative to come over and help coax the crying child, or help feed medicine, bottle boiling water... I was both grateful and admired, and I couldn't imagine that if I were like her, a child with a tumor in her head, I could take care of my child so calmly, deal with business matters, and even enthusiastically help my patients.
After the rounds that morning, the doctor motioned for her to go out. Although he was standing in the hallway talking, my child's hospital bed was against the doorway, and he could clearly hear the voices outside. The doctor said that the genetic test results came out, and there was a high suspicion that it was malignant, it was difficult to suppress it through drugs or rely on autologous absorption, and it was recommended to have craniotomy. After the doctor finished speaking, she was silent for a long time, and then I heard a low sob. It seems that it was a long time before I heard her voice dryly ask the doctor, can you not do craniotomy and treat conservatively first? The doctor probably waited for a long time, pressed impatiently, and replied lightly: "We can't make up our minds for you, we want your families to discuss it for themselves." Then she heard her ask the doctor if he could get her husband to come and discuss. The doctor said that it is now the epidemic period, even if your husband rushes over, he will not be able to come in, so you should discuss it on the phone. Said, a few more words of comfort, and left.
There was another sobbing sound in the hallway, a little louder than before... But not long after, a harsh cell phone ringtone interrupted the crying.
Then I heard her pick up the phone and, as usual, repeat plainly and mechanically: "100 packets of butter spicy hot pot base, 50 packs of clear soup hot pot base, 20 bottles of pepper oil, 40 bottles of sesame oil..."
There was silence in the ward, and even the three small patients who had always been noisy were quiet.
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