Healing Doctor

Chapter 691 How can the competition not follow the rules?

Meng Qingfei took out the pre-written bill, and the woman glanced at it and flew into a rage, jumping up and pointing her finger at the burly man's nose as she launched into another tirade of abuse.

The burly man just chuckled, not daring to utter a single word.

However, the woman was well-behaved and didn't make too much noise in the hospital corridor. After uttering a few curses, she went to pay the bill.

"Teacher Meng, have you ever encountered patients with alcoholism?" Ji Xiang asked.

"To be honest, we don't see many patients like this in the emergency department." Meng Qingfei gave Ji Xiang an answer he hadn't expected.

"Huh?!" Ji Xiang wanted to hear Meng Qingfei's description of alcoholism, but he didn't expect Meng Qingfei to say so little.

"Most of the drunkards in Northeast China are dead and can't come to the emergency room." The emergency room doctor, who had been watching the commotion, added this sentence now that the party was over and Ji Xiang still didn't understand.

"Dead?" Ji Xiang asked in surprise.

"Alcoholism means drinking until you're unconscious all year round. If you were in the south, you could just lie down on the road or in the grass and pass out after drinking too much. But it's so cold here. Every year, several people freeze to death from drinking too much."

"They died without clothes on, as if they were very hot, you know?" Meng Qingfei asked Ji Xiang.

Ji Xiang knew about this, and he nodded.

"Why drink so much?" Meng Qingfei said. "We used to have a doctor who was an alcoholic. One night, while on duty, he would hide in an empty ward and drink. As a result, he suffered a brain hemorrhage due to high blood pressure in the middle of the night."

"..."

"Doctor! Doctor!!"

As Meng Qingfei was recounting his past experiences with alcoholism, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed down the corridor.

Emergency room doctors are most afraid of the wailing sound of 120 ambulances, and also of people shouting for a doctor from a great distance.

Meng Qingfei and the emergency room doctor walked out side by side, standing on one side of the corridor and looking over.

A man carried the patient over at a brisk pace. The man looked weak, and his legs were visibly wobbly.

"What illness!" Meng Qingfei asked loudly.

"Take your medicine!"

Meng Qingfei smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the emergency room doctor, and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

The emergency room doctor looked troubled, sighed deeply, and walked to the door of the emergency resuscitation room, waving, "This way!"

She then asked the nurse to prepare the gastric lavage machine.

The man carried the patient inside. Meng Qingfei was about to leave with ease, but he suddenly seemed to see something and paused slightly.

But Meng Qingfei seemed unsure, his brows furrowed in thought, as still as a statue.

Patients requiring medication and gastric lavage are frequently encountered in the emergency department.

It's not uncommon to see patients even taking medication at our own hospital.

"Teacher Meng, are you interested in this too?" Ji Xiang asked.

Meng Qingfei hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Sigh, I have absolutely no interest in it. I'm just having a moment of weakness, there's nothing I can do about it."

"For a while?"

"A few years ago, we had a contract nurse in our department who lost both her parents at a young age and grew up with her uncle. She was extremely lacking in love. When she found a boyfriend and they were about to get married, his family looked down on her because she was poor."

"This...it can't be that bad," Ji Xiang said.

Meng Qingfei glanced up at Ji Xiang and said, "You're still young. You'll understand in a few years."

"Okay, what happened next?"

"This girl was on the same shift as me, and I noticed that she wasn't in a good mental state, so I subtly asked her a lot of questions."

"Old Meng, I have a feeling you're interested in Li Hui. Actually, I think Li Hui treats you quite well too, if you weren't married..."

A nurse who was passing by said this.

Meng Qingfei's expression changed slightly, and he immediately rebuked, "Don't talk nonsense."

Ji Xiang chuckled and walked back to the consultation room with Meng Qingfei. As they walked, Ji Xiang asked, "What happened next? You didn't manage to persuade him?"

"I'm not a psychologist, and besides, she didn't have a mental illness; she just couldn't think straight and got stuck in a rut. Everyone has similar situations. In today's terms, she was 'overwhelmed'," Meng Qingfei said. "Li Hui later took all the medicine she could find at home, all sorts of random things; she was really trying to die."

"I wasn't on duty the day she took her medication. Later I found out that she had been successfully resuscitated in the ICU. When I went to see her, she dazedly grabbed my hand and said, 'Brother Meng, I want a Coke.'"

You still say you're fine!

Ji Xiang didn't dare look at Meng Qingfei, but instead lowered his head and muttered something to himself.

"Later, Li Hui resigned and went to work at a medical checkup hospital. The work was easier, and his mood gradually improved. However, he had been taking too much medication at the time, and I don't know which drug caused the lower limb arterial embolism, which left him with a health problem."

"And now?"

"She's been married and has children for a long time, so she must be living a happy life," Meng Qingfei said. "However, most patients who take medication don't really want to die. For example, nurses in our hospital who want to transfer to another position can just get a bunch of estazolam if they're shameless enough. Who knows if they've taken it or not? Anyway, when they come in, we'll just try to save them."

"A job transfer?" Ji Xiang pondered. "Is it because you can't handle shift work anymore?"

"Nurses work shifts, and before the age of 30, or at most 35, they are completely unable to continue. We can't just dismiss older nurses like those shameless companies do."

"But there are also problems with staying, namely, fewer and fewer people are doing frontline work, while more and more people are taking care of themselves. It's shameless, but there are reasons for it. So many nurses take medication to scare the nursing department."

"We're officially employed, and the leaders are most afraid of these kinds of trivial matters. Whether we can do the clinical work is one thing, but if someone actually dies, the leaders will definitely be dragged into it."

The logic here is frustrating, and Ji Xiang thought about it and found it particularly boring.

The logic is roughly this: distribution is based on who makes the most noise.

Although Ji Xiang disdains this, it is one of the basic laws of society, and Ji Xiang is powerless to change it.

"As long as you're thick-skinned and can cause trouble, nurses get good jobs. Those nurses who are thin-skinned and willing to work hard just stay on the front lines. Xiao Ji, do you feel it? That's how society is. It's not about competing to follow the rules, but about how to reasonably break the rules."

Meng Qingfei looked at Ji Xiang, trying to observe Ji Xiang's micro-expressions.

The last paragraph of the last sentence is Meng Qingfei's summary of life; he wants to see if Ji Xiang understands it.

Young people fresh out of university will inevitably disagree with this statement. Whoever can first realize this through the frictions of society will gain a first-mover advantage.

However, it seems Ji Xiang doesn't need it; this guy is full of luck.

But Meng Qingfei always felt that he was absent-minded, and that feeling that he seemed to have missed something resurfaced once again.

"Teacher Meng, I roughly understand," Ji Xiang said with a smile. "Don't worry, I really do understand."

Meng Qingfei nodded.

Seeing that Meng Qingfei's expression was a bit strange, Ji Xiang asked in confusion, "Teacher Meng, what's wrong?"

"I think I just saw something, but I can't remember it right now," Meng Qingfei said with a troubled expression. "Can you help me recall?"

(End of this chapter)