Siheyuan: Stab at Louzi at the beginning

Chapter 685: A Place You Can't Go
"President, factory director, director, please take a seat, please take a seat."

At this time, everyone who should have left the ward had already left, and it was also the first time for Xu Damao to enter such a ward.

It is called a ward, but in fact it is more like a one-bedroom apartment, which contains patients and a bed for accompanying patients. Outside, separated by a curtain, is a small living room, which also has a bed. Special nurses are on duty here at all times.

I don’t know how much better this environment is than the triple room ward.

It’s not much smaller than a courtyard house.

"We won't disturb your rest. You don't need anyone to deliver meals to you in the future. We have registered you. The three meals a day will be delivered to you on time. If you are busy, there are professional caregivers. In short, leave everything to the hospital without any worries."

"Thank you, leaders, thank you, dean..."

I have never heard of a hospital providing meal services. Not everyone can afford the meals provided to patients.

"It's all what we should do."

Xu Damao had not said a word to Ding's father until now. When he left, he did say, "Have a good rest first. I'll come to see you at the party later."

"Sorry for the trouble. It's really too much trouble. Thank you all leaders and comrades..."

Even after they had left the house, they could still hear Ding's father's voice. It sounded weak but full of energy. Xu Damao was even worried that he would faint from talking so much.

They originally wanted to find a place to eat, mainly to chat with Director Liu, but Director Fang insisted on dragging them to the hospital's small kitchen.

"Everything is ready. If we go out to eat, there will be a lot of people around. It's not good for people to see us. It's better to eat at home. Even if you drink too much, we can take care of you. The nurses and caregivers in our hospital are all professionals."

Xu Damao:......

Did Dean Fang say something important?
Is this called occupying public resources?

But now that I'm here, I have to experience it... bah, I have to criticize it. This is also an opportunity to chat with Dean Fang about Chinese medicine.

Maybe if we expand the scope, things will turn around?

In the ward.

At this time, Ding's mother had already held Ding Qiunan's hand, and the family of three were talking.

"How did you get to know Director Xu?"

Father Ding didn't know about other things, but he was not confused. He saw Xu Damao when he followed the chef in. His clothes were clean and tidy, and they were not the cadre uniform with four pockets. He was also clean and fair. It was obvious that he had never suffered. His aura looked like that of a small leader. However, he came to the ward without bringing anything and did not speak. He stood at the back like a fool. He couldn't talk to him, right?

But the two people behind him came because of Director Xu, so Xu Damao's status in his heart was infinitely elevated.

He didn't hear some of the words clearly, but he heard Director Xu's words "I came to visit the patient" clearly.

They didn't know Xu Damao, so he must be Ding Qiunan's friend.

This girl used to study hard at home and never go out. She finally followed her uncle to work as a temporary business trip in a machine repair factory, with a salary of ten yuan a day. Such a good job is hard to find even with a lantern. If it weren't for taking the college entrance examination and going abroad, Ding's father had been talking about it for decades, and he wanted Ding Qiunan to continue doing this job.

Even if you work ten days a month, that's a hundred yuan salary.

There is a level six maintenance worker in the compound, whose monthly salary is only 62.3 yuan. If he works ten days a month, his salary is comparable to that of an eighth-level worker. If he works thirty days a month, wouldn't his salary be higher than that of the factory director?
Even if he returned from studying abroad, he might not be able to get such a high salary. Unfortunately, in order to accommodate Ding Qiunan's opinion of applying to medical school, the machine repair factory only had two or three days of business trip opportunities each month. When Ding's father heard the news, he felt very entangled.

I wanted to object but also didn't want to, and I was so conflicted that I ate more meat and then I fainted.

"I met him on a business trip. He is the head of the general office of the Sijiucheng Chicken Farm and the director of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He is a very powerful person."

Ding Qiunan did not hide anything and told the truth about what he knew.

The title of director of the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine is very impressive. This is something Ding Qiunan only realized last night.

At that time, Ding's father suddenly fainted at home, and it felt like the sky was falling.

I have learned family medical skills for many years, but there is nothing I can do.

With the help of neighbors, I was finally sent to the hospital. I had to queue up first, but it was noon and the doctor was off work for lunch.

Fortunately, the doctor on duty knew first aid and was able to keep the patient in good condition.

At that time, an hour had passed since he fainted, and when he woke up, it was already evening.

The hospital doesn't provide meals, doesn't offer beds for accompanying patients, and basically doesn't care about anything other than treating the patient according to regulations. They don't even provide boiled water, which you can buy at 1 cent for a thermos of boiled water.

Where to sleep? Under the bed, on the floor, in the corridor...

Don’t even think about a quilt. There’s no bed, let alone a quilt.

The public toilets were so crowded that you couldn't squeeze in.

In the end, Ding's mother went home to cook a meal and brought two quilts from home. There was no room to sleep in the ward and there was no place in the corridor, so she finally decided to sleep under the bed. She did not have a meal until midnight. She left the hospital and went home at one in the morning, while Ding's mother stayed in the hospital to take care of her.

The ward was filled with sounds of suffering, the torture of illness, coughing, and groaning of pain, and the corridor was filled with all kinds of people.

There was no quilt and no place to lie on the ground, so I could only sit on the ground and wait for dawn.

The looks in these people’s eyes frightened Ding Qiunan. Their pale faces and helpless eyes. Whose pillar of the family was lying next to them?
Ding Qiunan walked faster and faster in the end, as if he had escaped from the hospital. The hospital behind him was like a monster that was ready to eat anyone it could.

One can imagine what kind of psychological impact this has had on her.

She didn't want to experience it again in her life.

But look at the current situation, there is an independent bathroom, a thermos, tea cups, a bedside table, and a radio on the bedside table. The accompanying bed is clean and tidy, and the bedding is also white and clean. It is more like a guesthouse, but more high-end than a guesthouse.

Not to mention that they can also provide sick meals.

The quilt I brought from home was so dirty that it was not worthy of being placed on top of the bed. Now it returned to where it belonged, which was under the bed.

All of this was because Xu Damao came to visit, Director Liu came over on his own initiative, and the dean brought this to a head with just one sentence.

By the way, no one is allowed to stay in the corridor at the entrance, whether it is day or night. Of course, even the miserable people cannot come here.

(End of this chapter)