The two of us seemed to be at odds with each other, arguing over these few words over and over again, until finally he had no choice.
"It's okay to have a check-up, but you have to pay!"
I was a bit speechless for a while and didn't know how to deal with it.
I can't treat the hospital as a charity. It's natural to spend money, but the problem is, I have no money!
After a long while, I held back a sentence: "Can I pay on credit?"
"Pfft."
The young man couldn't hold it back: "It's awesome to get credit here."
Dean Zhang sighed: "Credit is definitely not available, but we have a policy of free treatment."
"He is not mentally ill."
Suddenly a female voice sounded from the crowd. I turned around and saw that it was the girl who was about to give me the injection just now.
After such a long time, you can still see the red circles under her eyes.
Dean Zhang stared at her suspiciously: "Are you from our hospital?"
"Yes, intern in the second psychiatric department, my name is..."
Dean Zhang waved his hand impatiently: "I am an intern, doing my job well, it is not your turn to interrupt."
"no!"
Faced with Dean Zhang's expulsion, the girl still argued: "He has very clear and logical thinking, and he has not lost his mind!"
"Once those tranquillizers are given to him, the sequelae will be extremely severe, including stuttering and obesity!"
Dean Zhang glanced at her sideways: "Where did you learn these things?"
"In class!"
"As long as you know!" Dean Zhang pointed at the ground with one hand and shouted angrily: "This is a hospital, not a classroom!"
"Don't use the theories in your books, measure the actual situation with me!"
Dean Zhang raised his legs and was about to leave, then turned around and came back: "If you say one more thing, get out immediately!"
In a place like this, this girl is like a breath of fresh air.
At least, there is still a sense of right and wrong.
Seeing that she was losing her job, I gritted my teeth and said, "Okay, I'm sick!"
Medical students have more thoughts about studying than other students. The outside world is not easy to deal with, and it is not easy for a girl to find a job.
Especially for an intern with no experience, leaving here is basically equivalent to losing his job.
It’s not easy for anyone, so why ruin someone else’s life?
Dean Zhang looked at me in surprise, then regained his composure: "Then let's get treatment."
He pointed to the golden cat again: "What is this?"
Director Wang quickly stepped forward to stop him and whispered: "Don't say that, he is prone to illness."
Dean Zhang's expression changed, he smiled and nodded: "It's good to have pets, they can relieve anxiety."
"Director Wang, go and assign me a ward."
The doctors gradually dispersed, leaving only the girl standing there.
"You're obviously not sick."
The girl opened her big eyes and looked at me aggrievedly: "Why do you admit it?"
I looked at her badge: "Mei Xue?"
"Just call me Xiaomei."
I nodded to myself: "Dr. Xiaomei, I am the patient. You are responsible for curing me. Don't say anything else."
While he was talking, Director Wang had already walked in with two strong doctors.
I saw two people trying to pick me up, so I walked out first: "No need to do anything, I will walk by myself."
Before leaving the house, I could still feel the confusion in Xiaomei's eyes.
The wards were on different floors, and I was assigned to the top floor.
The entire corridor exudes a strange smell. Smell it carefully. It is a mixture of old musty smell and excrement.
Mushroom-like blue and white mold grew on the corners of the walls, and the original color of the floor tiles could not be seen.
I don't know which ward it was from, but the screams that sounded like slaughtering pigs made those who heard it shudder.
The tall doctor frowned and pushed me hard: "Let's go!"
This building is a wing room, and there is not enough sunlight. He stood in the misty sunlight, like a fierce god.
It's hard to imagine what a delirious person would face in this place.
When I got to the ward, I learned that according to the regulations, I didn’t have any guardians or relatives, and I couldn’t provide any money, so I could only be classified into the homeless camp.
I can only sigh silently and congratulate myself on my new identity in life.
I looked at the six people in the ward and couldn't help but feel a little stunned. Some were doing somersaults on the spot, and some said aliens were trying to capture him.
In short, they are all different in color and strange.
"Put on!"
The butcher-like doctor stuffed a strip of hospital gown into my arms and pointed to the bed in the corner.
"Your number is 6!"
The clothes in my arms smelled like fermented pickled cabbage, and it was torture to hold them in my hands, let alone wear them.
I looked at the dark sheets, sighed, and then lay down on them.
In the long period of wandering around, I have learned a saying - as soon as you come, make peace with it.
