It's an ordinary day.
At 9 a.m., 17-year-old Huang Siyu was waiting to die in the sterile cabin of the cancer hospital.
She huddled in the corner of the bed, her biggest wish being to turn into a little bug and die in a damp, dark corner, no longer causing trouble to anyone.
Acute lymphoblastic leukemia is the most likely to relapse. Over the past two years, she has been hospitalized repeatedly. She has tried all possible treatments including injections, medicines, bone marrow puncture, radiotherapy and chemotherapy, and stem cell transplantation.
But every time when everyone thought she was getting better, her body would suddenly fall into disarray, with fever, nausea, and blood in her urine, and her damn platelets would never rise.
This round of hospitalization is more serious, and almost all blood indicators seriously deviate from normal values.
In order to treat the disease, oh no, to save her life, the nurse infused her with hormones one after another, calling it "pulse therapy."
However, the side effects of the hormone medication seemed to be particularly severe this time. Her stomach was in turmoil and she would spit out every bite of food.
"It has been treated for so long and so much money has been spent. What's the use?"
She begged her doctors more than once to stop taking the medicine, but they never listened.
So, she secretly pulled out the needle of the IV set...
At this moment, in the office of the director of the Department of Hematology next door, the young resident doctor mustered up the courage to reflect: "Director, I feel that the potency of the new drug is not good. Huang Siyu, who was in bed 17, was given 6 days of injection and 4 pills a day. It is still worse than Taking the old medicine once every three days is effective."
Director Zhao Shuqin took off her glasses and stared at her: "The new medicine is cheap, and it's not like you don't understand her family's difficult situation."
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation, and a woman wearing a creamy white Chanel wool suit appeared at the door.
Director Zhao Shuqin, who was usually serious, smiled, turned to the young doctor and said, "Xiao Song, please go out first."
Dr. Song walked out of the door with a look of disdain on his face. The old medicine was expensive, costing 40 yuan a pill, but the effect that could be achieved by taking two pills a week would take 24 pills a week if replaced by a new medicine worth 20 yuan! How does this save money for patients?
After confirming that the office door was closed, the woman with heavy makeup took out a thick envelope from her brand-name bag: "Aunt Zhao, I am under great performance pressure this month, so I can only come to you for help."
Zhao Shuqin held her hand, with the warmth of a spring breeze blowing on her face: "Aren't you seeing me outside? Auntie, there are many sick patients here. As long as the dosage is not exceeded, just three or five more cans per bed will be enough..."
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At 10 a.m., 25-year-old Zhang Meng kowtowed heavily in the hepatology clinic.
His father was hospitalized with acute liver failure, and the doctor said he urgently needed an injection of human albumin.
This is actually a commonly used "life-saving medicine", but the hospital pharmacy said it was out of stock and asked him to buy it outside.
His first thought was to place an order from Meituan and ask a delivery boy to deliver it quickly. Unexpectedly, what popped up on the search interface was: "According to policies and regulations, this product is not sold online. Please consult offline medical institutions."
He panicked and ran around the pharmacies near the hospital like a headless fly, asking everyone where he could buy human albumin.
Finally, a pharmacy clerk gave him a clear path: "Ask whoever prescribed this medicine for you, and I'm sure it will work!"
So he returned to the hepatology clinic in a hurry.
The kind-faced and affable Director Zong Shangwan was in a dilemma: "Oh, the pharmacy is out of stock again? This is troublesome. Alas, we doctors are also helpless. I know where the medicine is, but I have to avoid suspicion..."
Seeing Zhang Meng kneeling down, Director Zong had no choice but to change his mind: "Let's do this. I'll write you a note. You can take it to this store and try it out to see if they sell it."
Zhang Meng was so grateful that he was out of breath when he went to get the medicine. He was afraid that if he was too late, he would delay his father's medication.
This pale golden liquid drops very slowly, 13 drops per minute, a total of 256 drops, with an average of 2.4 yuan per drop.
A "patient's family member" carrying a plastic bag of CT scans came up to chat, and after a while he revealed the truth: "Actually, the hospital has albumin, but it is generally not sold to you unless it is a particularly urgent situation. Because the state controls the price of this drug, the hospital purchases it. The price is more than 500 per bottle, but it can only be sold for more than 300 per bottle, and one bottle is sold at a loss."
The man gave Zhang Meng a business card: "I am an agent for albumin. It is produced by a regular pharmaceutical factory and its efficacy is absolutely guaranteed. If you need it again, please call this number and we will deliver the medicine to your door."
Before leaving, the other party added in a low voice: "It's cheaper than Director Zong's."
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At 11 noon, 41-year-old Li Qian beat and scolded her husband in the pediatric waiting area.
"The tumor in your mother's liver has been growing for more than ten years. Hasn't it always been fine? Why does it have to be operated on now? Our son's growth period is so critical for two years. Can you afford to delay it?"
She yelled like a "crazy woman", causing passers-by to stop and look at her.
The cowardly man's face turned red and his eyes were moist. After calling his mother, he finally walked to an unlisted "clinic" and scanned the QR code to pay.
After a while, Li Qian took the bag of growth hormone in exchange for 14,904 yuan, and her face instantly turned gloomy.
This kind of injection needs to be put in a special injection pen. Their son Liang Wei needs to get an injection in his thigh every day, 365 times a year, an average of 162 yuan a day. He has been using it for more than two years, and has spent a lot of money on examination fees, The pharmaceutical fee exceeds 120,000.
She was very anxious every day. What she feared most was that once the injection was stopped, all her previous efforts would be lost. After all, her child had only grown 4 centimeters, which was far from expected.
After retreating to the door, she seemed to remember something again and grabbed the "white coat" who was escorting her out: "Doctor, my child has been complaining of back pain recently and is very resistant to injections. Is this normal?"
The other party narrowed his eyes and chuckled, and answered very candidly: "Generally, the problem is not big. Let's take him for a review next week. I told you that very few children will have some side effects, but compared with being short for a lifetime, these side effects are nothing. What does it matter? Are you right?"
Li Qian nodded hurriedly, thanked her and left.
The nurse at the consultation desk frowned and shook her head. How would outsiders know that not all the people wearing white coats in the hospital are doctors.
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At 4 p.m., 23-year-old Ren Erdong became a medical representative.
After a month-long closed compliance training, he finally passed the graduation assessment.
The HR manager in a professional skirt handed him his work badge and guided him into the core office area of this foreign company.
There is a thick gray mute carpet under your feet, there are cafe-style lighting above your head, and in your ears you can hear the voice of entry instructions mixed in Chinese and English: "The standard daily attire for male employees is a shirt and trousers, and the alternative business attire is a tie and a suit. Jackets and suits... Each of our employees is the company's image spokesperson and is required to show due professionalism in front of customers..."
He noticed that each department room was made of semi-private space with glass partitions, guarding the circular bar in the middle, and jointly constructed a circular art space.
There are black and white signs hanging on the glass doors, which read Marketing, Sales, Government Affairs, Commercial Supply, etc., all in English.
The sales department's cubicle is the largest, and the long wood-colored workstations are a bit messy, with Apple laptops and various office supplies placed on them.
But the sales department is also the emptiest. According to the company's HR explanation, the end of May is a critical moment for performance. All medical representatives, including department managers, are running around outside.
There are many red banners hanging on the wall:
"Get a doctor, win ten patients, sell hundreds of boxes of medicines, and accumulate tens of millions in business!"
"Work hard and make sacrifices to achieve a million dreams!"
"If you are in a hurry, you must fight for it. I will be the best seller next month!"
On the work station assigned to Ren Erdong, there was also a slogan made of red cardboard: "Go to the outpatient clinic, go to the ward, and go to the patient's side!"
However, I don’t know who added the following sentence with a marker: “Go where there are stupid people and plenty of money!”
The HR manager smiled awkwardly, took away the jam, and informed Ren Erdong to officially start work tomorrow. Pay attention to check the email for specific work tasks.
Ren Erdong wrote them down one by one and walked out of the company half an hour later.
As the elevator door closed, the hot stamped nameplate of Task Pharma Company on the screen wall gradually disappeared from sight.
