Chapter 1034: 1011 Seeing a Doctor Is Really Hard (Alliance Leader yi_ming Bonus Chapter 3)

Director Kong took the film down, put it into a film bag, handed it to the patient's family, and said: "Do as Zheng Lao Ban said, hurry up and get the examination done. The examination doesn't need to be done at 912; this side takes longer, just go find Sun Ming."

The patient's family didn't understand what Zheng Ren had just said, they murmured in agreement, somewhat unwillingly turned and left.

In their view, Director Kong was just brushing them off, basically not wanting to see a doctor.

He didn't give a diagnosis, just let a young doctor look at the film and give a diagnosis; this isn't brushing off, it's perfunctory, or what.

But in 912 they also couldn't say anything, could only glumly leave.

Out of the hospital, one person looked at the bustling crowd, sighed, and said: "Now seeing a doctor is really hard."

"No way, being able to ask someone to find Director Kong is already hard." Another also felt the same, also sighed.

"Is it because we didn't register that Director Kong won't see us? I said we should give Director Kong a big red envelope, but President Sun won't allow it, what now."

"Let's go find President Sun; Director Kong didn't say the examination can be done at President Sun's side."

"That's just fooling us, not taking it seriously, they basically won't see a doctor. I heard other departments' surgery red envelopes, a few thousand is enough. Neurosurgery, at least need a bundle."

After thinking, the two stared at each other, neither could do anything, only sighed, and left 912 Hospital.

Patients and families crowded together, onlookers felt apprehensive.

Being able to find the department head of 912 to see a doctor is already the best outcome; they can't ask for more, just regret not giving Director Kong a big red envelope, shouldn't have listened to Sun Ming, came empty-handed.

Now it's fine, they were driven out. Although their complexion still looks okay, the result is still no doctor seen.

Saying they'd do it then doing it, the two left 912, went to a nearby bank to withdraw money, also bought a kraft paper envelope, and stuffed the money inside.

Holding the thick envelope, the two suddenly felt confident.

"Brother, have you ever given money?" the younger man asked. He had an honest, simple face, very nervous, his hands unconsciously trembling.

"It's fine; when the time comes you wait outside for me." the middle-aged man said: "Giving gifts, just one person going in is enough."

"Will Director Kong accept it?"

"You're silly; is there money in the world that can't be given away?"

"Also. Brother, I'll wait outside for you then."

"Rest assured, you hold the film, Director Kong takes the money, you come back in, let Director Kong look at the film, then we'll proceed." the middle-aged man rubbed the thick envelope in his chest, speaking with full confidence.

The two returned to the Intervention Department of 912.

Both sides of the corridor had extra beds, the passageway was narrow, all doctors in white coats were busy; basically no one noticed these two's thoughts changing and coming back.

Arriving at Director Kong's office, the two glanced at each other, one lightly coughed, a face of resolute determination, knocked on the office door.

"Please come in."

Push the door open; only the knocker entered.

Although rarely giving gifts, the basic etiquette is still understood. One person entering—this is the so-called "law not transmitted to six ears."

If two people, experienced doctors would absolutely not accept red envelopes.

He thought he had considered everything carefully, suppressed his nervous feelings, put on a full smile, and closed the door.

"How did you come back? Did you forget a form?" Director Kong saw him, somewhat surprised, asked.

"No, no." The person whispered: "Just now there were many people, inconvenient. This is a little novelty; please accept it with a smile."

"What are you doing." Director Kong's face immediately turned stern.

"This is all a routine, a routine," the middle-aged man thought to himself. "Still could be like on TV; please don't insult my profession?"

"Joking."

"What era is this—making an atomic bomb earns more than selling tea eggs."

"A little token from home; you must accept it. You don't know—seeing a doctor in Di Du is hard; having you look at the film saves us time..."

While speaking, wanting to give Director Kong a step down, then half-heartedly accept the red envelope, then can proceed to the next step.

However Director Kong impatiently waved his hand, saying: "Don't talk nonsense; hurry to do the examination; Zheng Lao Ban leaves tomorrow; if late, can't be seen."

"Um..." The middle-aged man holding the kraft paper envelope froze mid‑air; giving it wasn't appropriate, taking it back also seemed off.

"What does this mean? Zheng Lao Ban going abroad—what's the relation to seeing a doctor."

At this moment he completely forgot that the young doctor surnamed Zheng was this matter. With his life experience he couldn't understand what Director Kong's words meant.

No matter how you think, it's off; could it be they think the money given is too little? Can't be—looking at a film, ten thousand yuan, is that little?

"I still have things here; I won't give it." Director Kong's face dropped, coldly said.

The middle-aged man could feel a strong aura. He knew clearly: if he put the kraft paper envelope on the table, maybe he'd never be able to enter this door again.

"Strange—really there is money that can't be given away? Anyone afraid money burns hands?"

He stared blankly at Director Kong, an embarrassed smile.

"Hurry to do the examination; go quickly; don't waste time here." Director Kong impatiently said.

"Every day we see many patients, from all over. If others, we take and take. But this patient's condition—Director Kong doesn't understand, so can't take money."

"Taking people's money and eliminating disasters for them—that's the rule."

"Not understanding yet taking money—how low quality. Director Kong also doesn't want to explain to the patient's family; he himself is still somewhat dazed; explaining to the patient's family also can't clarify."

Driven out of the director's office, the middle-aged man's face full of incomprehension.

"Brother, how is it?"

"Not taken..." the middle-aged man whispered.

"..."

"Let's go; let's find President Sun." the middle-aged man said.

"But President Sun's side—haven't we already looked?"

"Going to do an examination, not seeing a doctor—just say Director Kong ordered."

The two hesitated, then left 912.

"..."

Sun Ming, the director of a Community Hospital not far from 912.

Although called director, he is merely a section-level chief of a Community Hospital. There is a CT machine, but Nuclear Magnetic Resonance is too expensive and not equipped. There are over 100 Bed Positions, mainly treating colds and fevers.

He is approaching fifty, with no great ambitions; as long as nothing goes wrong, a peaceful retirement is enough.

Sitting in the office drinking tea and reading the newspaper is also a kind of life; in Sun Ming's view, it is a hundred times better than the many chiefs at 912 who daily stick out their buttocks to go into Shou Bing.

Although he earns a bit less, the advantage is being carefree and at ease— isn't that so?