Tao Le basically grasped the situation. Longtanggou is the most remote and poorest township in Taiping County. Most of the children's parents have not provided him with medical insurance.
A cranial debridement, plus ICU care and subsequent hospitalization costs, would cost at least 100,000 yuan. The child's parents said they couldn't bear it, and that was the truth.
It would be fine if there was hope, but since he didn't wake up for a month after the debridement surgery, the prognosis was indeed extremely bleak.
Tao Le understood their helplessness, but it was still too cruel to let the white-haired person make the choice to send the black-haired person away.
"I still want to take a look, maybe I can be of some help." She turned around and was about to push the door open.
"Dr. Xiao Tao, please wait a moment." It was the lady who spoke.
"I want to say, you already know about that child, do you still want to take care of it?"
Tao Le pursed her lips and said nothing. Her attitude was very clear.
"Actually, money-related matters are all trivial. It's okay to keep helping. But what about the future?"
"Then it's fine if the child keeps lying down. If he wakes up and becomes paraplegic or something, then we can still guarantee him for the rest of his life?"
Now that she had started, the lady simply expressed her opinions:
"There are so many sick people in the world. If every poor person helps, then we are not businessmen, but philanthropists."
"I'm saying this to tell you that it's not up to us to control what other people's parents choose. Doctor Tao, don't be too kind, or you'll be taken advantage of."
The middle-aged lady thought she had good intentions when she said this. If Tao Le hadn't saved Fu Kun and gained his trust, she would definitely not have said this.
But she didn't understand Tao Le at all.
"Thank you." Tao Le suppressed his smile: "But I am a doctor, and I will never give up until the last moment."
Even if he is not my patient, even if he will get into endless trouble.
She pushed the door open and went out. Before closing the door, Fu Kun and the lady heard a whisper: "If we were not such people, then Mr. Fu would not be lying here now."
The two people left in the room were lost in thought.
"Ask Lawyer Chen to come here. I want to set up a foundation. It will specifically support similar patients. Let's start with this one." Fu Kun spoke with some emotion in his words:
"But do good deeds and don't worry about your future. This is what my grandfather taught me since I was a child. But over the years, I have almost forgotten it. After life and death, it is really time to change."
"Lao Fu, as long as it is what you want to do, I will support you." The lady held his hand and said warmly.
"Well, you go out and talk to the family first, and don't let them make a choice that they will regret for the rest of their lives. After all, they are also patients on the same floor, so it is appropriate to give them a hand."
"Okay. Don't worry, I'll be there right away."
When Tao Le walked out of the door, he saw several people surrounding ward 715.
She walked forward and saw the scene in the room through the gap: a thin couple, facing off against a room full of white-robed doctors.
The mother still lowered her head and kept sobbing, while the child's father, a man with a dark face and full of traces of vicissitudes of life, was crying in a hoarse voice:
"Qiangzi is my son, and extubation will kill him. My heart has long been broken into pieces, and turned into slag again. It hurts so much that I am paralyzed!"
He slapped his chest hard: "But if this drags on, the whole family will be ruined! The boss's family will suffer from starvation, how can we repay this? As parents, we can't be so selfish!"
The man's words were full of powerlessness and unwillingness. Not only was he in tears, but so were the people listening.
Director Hou sighed. In the Department of Neurology, he saw too many death cases.
Those who want to live but have no choice but to close their eyes, those who have no chance to get off the operating table, those parents who once held the hands of their children and would rather raise them for a lifetime but can only let them go in the end, those who are heartbroken The sad cries of cracking lungs... He had seen too much and heard too much.
But this child is different. It was such a serious injury, and it took so long to be sent to another hospital, but he successfully survived the operation and overcame cerebral edema and complications. He must really want to live, and he should have a chance to live.
"For such young people, a month without waking up is not a long time. I have also seen cases where they woke up intact after three months..."
After all, he is not the child's parent and cannot be his master, but he still wants to try again.
Unexpectedly, his words were like stabbing a hornet's nest. The patient's father directly turned his grief into strength and turned the spear around:
"But this matter is not over yet. My son cannot die in vain. Where is the doctor who performed the surgery? Ask him to do the extubation himself! I also want to ask him how he performed the operation and how he killed my son. of!"
The man's eyes were red, and his thin body contained a powerful force that was about to erupt. His eyes were straight, as if he would transform into a beast that would choose and devour anyone at any time.
Many people could tell that something was obviously wrong with this father.
"Quick, let the doctor come right away! I remember, his surname is Dong! He is tall and strong and wears glasses. Where has he gone, this harmful man? Let him come!"
He yelled and danced to vent his uncontrollable emotions.
"Calm down, don't worry, someone has already gone to find Dr. Dong, he will be there soon." Director Hou comforted him while giving him a quick look. The nurse at the door immediately understood and quietly withdrew.
Of course she didn't go to Dr. Dong, but contacted the hospital's security department.
"You'd better not lie to me! Every injustice has its own fault, and you are not responsible for the surgery. I will only go to Dr. Dong!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the door: "What's wrong with the patient? Who's looking for me?" It was the tall and strong Dr. Dong.
He had spent more than six hours completing an operation from eight o'clock in the morning to now, and he was already exhausted. But after all, he was thinking about Wei Qiang's condition and came over to take a look as a habit.
He has been in and out of Ward 715 many times. Wei Qiang's parents have always been submissive and have never shown any dissatisfaction or threats.
During the ward rounds yesterday, Wei Qiang's father seemed to have asked casually: "Is there any hope for someone who can't wake up for a month after a brain injury like this?"
He answered smoothly at the time, but later he felt something was wrong. So today he still wanted to come over and take a look, talk to the family again, and give them more confidence.
Unexpectedly, Ward 715 today turned into a vegetable market, and everyone looked at themselves with wonderful expressions.
