I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 39

Father Jing lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "It took you about 10 minutes to go to the toilet."

Jing Xiaoran looked serious, twisted Xiaoxiao's face, and said: "There are too many people, so wait for a while."

"Really? There are a lot of people?" Father Jing asked with a smile.

Jing Xiaoran nodded.

"Brother," Xiaoxiao leaned over to Jing Xiaoran's ear and whispered softly, "I forgot to tell you that Dad also went to the toilet just now."

Jing Xiaoran was taken aback for a moment, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, he raised his head, and found that Father Jing was looking at him strangely.

"Ah... this..." Jing Xiaoran laughed, and did not forcefully explain, otherwise the matter would become darker and darker.

Father Jing didn't continue to ask.

Because the train stopped at a temporary station this time, except for the family of the woman with big wavy curly hair, no one was allowed to get off, and the train started again soon.

After a four-hour journey, Jing Xiaoran's family finally arrived at the provincial capital - Fancheng.

As soon as I got off the train, many drivers of black cars came up to talk to me.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"I have a car, I will leave when it is full!"

"Handsome guy, take a taxi. It's far from the city center, so it's not easy to get a taxi."

Jing Xiaoran shook his head and refused one by one. He was very familiar with Fancheng. He had studied in Fancheng for five years in university. Although he studied in Kyoto as a graduate student, he returned to Fancheng after graduation and worked in the emergency department of Fancheng Central Hospital.

At this time, there were only four subway lines, and after more than ten years, there would be as many as ten subway lines in Fancheng.

Except for some infrastructure, the entire Fancheng has not changed much since ten years later, that is, there are fewer cars and high-rise buildings now, and there are no takeaway boys everywhere, and there are no QR codes scattered in the streets and alleys.

Jing Xiaoran took the subway with ease, and brought Jing's father and Xiaoxiao to the Provincial Children's Hospital.

"Xiao Ran, have you been to Fancheng before? Why don't I remember?"

Due to work reasons, Father Jing has been to Fancheng many times, but Jing Xiaoran seems to be more familiar with this place than he is.

Jing Xiaoran knows exactly where there are subway stations and where to get off.

"I checked the information before I came here, and I'm familiar with the Provincial Children's Hospital." Jing Xiaoran touched the back of his head, his face twitched unnaturally, his father's recent focus is a bit strange.

Father Jing nodded dubiously, and stopped asking.

The family of three checked into a hotel opposite the Provincial Children's Hospital. After packing their luggage, the family had lunch and then came to the Provincial Children's Hospital.

It was approaching noon now, and the outpatient clinic of the Provincial Children's Hospital was on lunch break. Jing Xiaoran went to the outpatient registration center to check, and found that almost all the doctor's numbers had already been registered.

This is also the normal situation in Huaxia large hospitals. It is difficult to find the number of experts and directors in many large hospitals.

Usually, after the registration window opens, the accounts of all experts or directors will be robbed in less than ten minutes.

The Cardiac Surgery Department of the Provincial Children's Hospital is one of the top departments in the country, especially there are special experts visiting every Wednesday, so it is difficult to get the number of the Cardiac Surgery Department of the Provincial Children's Hospital.

"Dad, I don't have any numbers now. I'll queue up early tomorrow morning to register." Jing Xiaoran looked at a monitor in the outpatient hall, which showed that all pediatric cardiology numbers were gone, even those at the attending level.

"Oh, that's the only way to go." Father Jing sighed, the road to seeking a doctor is very difficult, and the registration alone is exhausting.

Jing Xiaoran has already made preparations to stay in the hotel for a long time. From registration to waiting for a bed at the hospital, it may take a lot of time, not to mention the time spent on arranging the operation and the recovery period after the operation.

The next day, it was still daylight, and Jing Xiaoran arrived at the registration hall early.

As soon as he walked in, Jing Xiaoran saw a long registration line stretching crookedly from the registration window to the corridor.

"so many people!"

Jing Xiaoran didn't expect that he would go out at five o'clock, but he was still late.But now there is no other way but to stand behind the team.

He saw that many people were still holding folding chairs, because the registration window was not yet open, so they just sat on the chairs and rested, and some even slept on the floor with newspapers spread out.

"Hey, buddy, what time did these people line up? It's only now." Jing Xiaoran patted the shoulder of a middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man turned around and said, "Oh, they, we can't compare. They started queuing at one or two o'clock in the morning, and some even slept in the outpatient hall at night. If they win, they will line up directly."

The middle-aged man is bald, about 40 years old, with a half-finger-long scar next to his right ear.

Jing Xiaoran was surprised, he seldom registered in his previous life, and usually let his colleagues take a look at his minor ailments, he really didn't expect the registered people to be so crazy.

"Is the registration hall like this every day?" Jing Xiaoran asked again.

"Of course, this is their job. If you don't work, how can you have food? Are you right?" The bald man smiled, showing his yellow teeth.

"Their jobs?" Jing Xiaoran understood, "Are they scalpers? Ticket dealers?"

"Little brother reacts very quickly, don't tell me if you see through!" the bald man whispered.

Jing Xiaoran is helpless, these ticket dealers, from train tickets and movie tickets in the past to registered hospital tickets and concert tickets, really sell everything without tickets, they can be called a social cancer.

"Little brother, which subject do you want to pass?" the bald man asked aloud.

"Pediatric Cardiac Surgery." Jing Xiaoran said.

"Oh, it's really hard to get an account in your department!" The bald man looked at the length of the queue in front of him, "Based on my experience, it may be difficult for you to get an account today."

"Your experience? Do you come here often?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

"Hey, since you've come to the Provincial Children's Hospital, you naturally know that the heart surgery department in this hospital is very famous!

"Let me tell you this. In this registration hall, except for scalpers, everyone else comes here from all over the country, and most of them are here for pediatric cardiac surgery."

"Do you think you can still register now?"

Looking at the huge crowd of people in front of him, it is estimated that less than half of them are enrolled in pediatric cardiac surgery, and there are only so many appointments every day, Jing Xiaoran knows that today probably will not be able to apply.

"Hey, but little brother, listen to me!" The bald man suddenly put his arms around Jing Xiaoran's shoulder, "If you are in a hurry, I have a number here, and I can transfer it to you at a low price."

Jing Xiaoran was a little speechless, the man he chatted with for a long time was actually a scalper!

"Hey, brother, I see that we have a good chat with you, how about I give you a [-]% discount?" the bald man smiled.

"How much?" Jing Xiaoran calmly patted the bald man's hand on his shoulder.

"The best among experts, this number." The bald man stretched out four fingers.

"Four hundred?" Jing Xiaoran asked in surprise.

The normal registration fee for an expert-level doctor in the Provincial Children's Hospital is 80 yuan, and the scalper directly increased it by [-] times!
But the bald man stared at Jing Xiaoran like a fool, and then said: "Four thousand! I mean four thousand!"

"What?" Jing Xiaoran's eyes widened, and he even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "Four thousand?"

This group of scalpers is simply devoid of conscience!

A full 80 yuan expert account was fired to [-]!That's a full fifty times increase!
"That's right!" The bald man took it for granted, "Did you see that man?"

The bald man pointed at the front of the line, "The man in the black shirt looks like a dog, and he sold for four thousand and five! I'm much better than him."

The corner of Jing Xiaoran's mouth twitched, you two are almost okay, you are really black-hearted.

"Which doctor's number is your [-] number?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

"Of course it's Huang Xiaobin, chief director of Cardiac Surgery!" the bald man said, "He's the candidate director of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery of Huaxia Medical Association! Brother, do you know what a chairman is?"

Of course Jing Xiaoran knew what a chairman was.

The chairpersons of the medical association can be said to be the top leaders and absolute authorities in this field, except for academicians.

Although Huang Xiaobin is only a candidate for the chairman, usually as soon as the current chairman resigns, he will automatically take office, which means that Huang Xiaobin is one of the most authoritative experts in the field of pediatric cardiology in China today.

"You sell it so expensive, will anyone buy it?"

The bald man snorted coldly with disdain: "You said money can buy your life?"

"Most of the time, money really can't buy your life."

"But there are some diseases that only these experts can see. If you register with him, it means you have hope of living. Do you think this is buying your life?"

"No matter how expensive this number is, there are still people who buy it. The rich and powerful will buy it, the well-to-do families will buy it, and even the poor will buy it!"

Jing Xiaoran was silent, feeling desolate in his heart.

In his previous life, he was in the medical system and had heard a little about these things, but he didn't feel the same way.

Although the middle-aged man's words seem to make sense, who were the people who were injured in the end?

It is the broad masses of the Chinese people! 4000 yuan is nothing to a wealthy family, but to ordinary people, 4000 yuan is a few months' salary.

Rich people enjoy high-quality medical resources regardless of minor illness or serious illness.

As for the poor, except for those who are really desperate and have no cure, who is willing to spend four thousand to register?

Moreover, who is the final beneficiary?

Did the doctor get the registration fee?No, it's all cheaper for these scalpers.

"The hospital doesn't care about you?" Jing Xiaoran said.

"Haha!" The bald man laughed softly, "There are no less than [-] scalpers in the registration hall, what do you want the hospital to do?"

"Even if the police catch a batch, they will be released after a while. The team of scalpers will only grow stronger."

"Even, do you think the hospital has nothing to do with these scalpers?"

(End of this chapter)