Chapter 1320: 1280 Refugee Camp

After work, Chang Yue was very bored.

A bunch of people went to surgery, she had no interest in surgery, only interested in writing medical records and chatting with patients' families.

The lover of the patient with a rectal foreign object was named Li Xiaomei, who seemed to be in difficult circumstances; Chang Yue thought about it, changed clothes, and went to see her.

Not in a hurry, she leisurely came to the ICU entrance.

In the fire escape and corridors, patients' families were chatting in groups of three or two.

Normally, families just need to leave a phone number; a call half an hour away is fine.

But in the ICU of room 912, most patients are from out of town. Staying in the ICU costs a lot each day, finances are already stretched thin. The families staying behind are unwilling to go out and spend money on lodging, so they can only wait and endure in the corridors.

Compared to comfort and expense, it is no longer the most important.

Among family members waiting in the corridors for news of relatives, those who can rent a camp bed are considered relatively luxurious; most can only find a spot to lie down fully clothed.

Patients' families jokingly call it living in a refugee camp; in earlier years they even used alcohol stoves in the corridors to cook instant noodles. But in recent years, to prevent fires, such behavior has been firmly stopped.

Even bedding and such, if brought, there's nowhere to put it during the day.

Now it's already spring, which is relatively good. If it were winter, the north wind would howl through the door and window cracks, that would truly be suffering.

If they encounter a critically ill patient, staying thirty to fifty days, the families first become worn out to the point of being inhuman.

Chang Yue naturally knows the hardship here.

She didn't look in the corridor but went straight to the fire escape. Now smoking is banned, so the fire escape is okay; back then it was filled with foul smoke.

Opening the door, Chang Yue immediately saw Li Xiaomei. Today her luck was good; she had snatched a corner, already spread out a few pieces of clothing, and was lying on them.

The clothing wasn't for warmth, but for "holding a seat".

Chang Yue had no doubt that, assuming someone tried to take this spot while she went to the restroom, the quiet girl Li Xiaomei would pounce and fight.

Accompanying patients, after a long time, under the pressure of life and death, people become abnormal.

"Xiaomei!" Chang Yue waved her hand, happily saying.

Li Xiaomei was holding her phone, looking at something; hearing Chang Yue call her, she turned and glanced.

"Sister Yue!" Li Xiaomei exclaimed delightedly, "How did you come?"

"Off work, nothing much, came to see you. How is he?" Chang Yue asked.

"His temperature has already dropped to 38°, and he's gradually recovering. Today the doctor told me the ventilator has been removed, costs have gone down a lot." Li Xiaomei felt some joy, but also some worry.

"Is the money enough?" Chang Yue tentatively asked.

"I've told my family, I'll borrow for now, as long as the interest isn't too high. I'll pay it back slowly later; we can't just abandon him here."

Chang Yue felt a bit uncomfortable inside, but she had told Li Xiaomei about the loan matter. She only had a little savings, not much; only by coming to 912 could she save a bit—Haicheng City First Hospital costs 2,000 to 3,000 per month, not even enough for food and drink.

Otherwise why would she have drunk so much that one time drinking with Su Yun? At that time she hadn't drunk alcohol for a long time; Chang Yue was simply craving alcohol. She accidentally got Su Yun drunk too, it wasn't intentional.

Life isn't easy for anyone, plus Chang Yue's communication ability is as strong as IMAX, Li Xiaomei has long opened her heart to her.

Things have already happened; saying otherwise is useless, we still have to go on living.

Chang Yue is like a drop of water, inconspicuous in the doctor's office; in this "refugee camp" she remains unnoticeable, looking no different from Li Xiaomei beside her.

Someone said they'd talk, and Li Xiaomei also felt her mood improve a lot.

Otherwise, being pressed by money every day and having to live in such a place would drive people crazy.

As they were chatting, the fire escape door opened, a woman with permed wavy hair poked her head out, looking around.

In the fire escape, several people had already occupied various spots.

Some were sleeping, snoring echoing, deafening; some were watching movies on their phones, hehehe silly fun; some were picking their feet while eating takeout.

Just as described, calling this place a refugee camp is not an exaggeration.

Boluanjuan frowned, wanting to retreat. But after a glance, seeing that the only female attendants were Chang Yue and Li Xiaomei, she cautiously walked over.

Chang Yue sat on Li Xiaomei's clothes, curled up in the dark corner, carefully examining the person approaching.

She didn't look like a patient's family member; her expression had no worry or anxiety, nor the indifference that comes from enduring a long time.

She didn't belong here; it seemed she was looking for someone.

"Sister, this spot isn't bad." Boluanjuan walked over, smiled, and said.

At a glance she didn't fit in here, an outsider; no matter how she disguised herself, it couldn't be hidden.

This point differs from Chang Yue; in the doctor's office, Chang Yue is the most inconspicuous role, no one would notice her.

Here it's the same; she's like a child who grew up in such a "refugee camp", Boluanjuan didn't even glance at Chang Yue, completely unaware.

"Good thing I grabbed this spot early." Li Xiaomei gave a dry laugh and said.

No matter how down-and-out, basic courtesy must still be maintained.

"This place is really terrible; my leader fell ill, and no family members came to accompany, so I had to come." Boluanjuan complained: "Such a family will eventually break apart."

As she spoke, she gradually got into character, and the resentment she had long suppressed toward Section Chief Mao, which she dared not voice, burst forth.

Only then did Li Xiaomei relax; it turned out not to be a hospital inspection. People said that if hospital inspectors came, everyone would have to move out.

Leaving is easy. But wanting to reclaim this auspicious spot again would be difficult.

"What illness does your leader have?" Li Xiaomei asked.

"The surgery performed by Director Wei of Gastroenterology Surgery, supposedly a tumor grew on the intestines and has spread." Boluanjuan said: "He's only in his forties, his husband at home doesn't come to accompany, who knows which little fox spirit he's run off with."

"Really pitiful." Li Xiaomei blinked and said.

"What use is pity? Later his son will call a girl seven or eight years older than him 'Mom', and still be bullied by the stepmother—that's truly pitiful. Maybe the girl called 'Mom' is even younger than his son."

Liu Xiaomei nodded her head.

Boluanjuan was also quite satisfied with her own "performance".

Going so smoothly, the rest just depends on whether her luck is good, and whether this girl in front of her is the person she's looking for.

However, she has already searched around; there probably isn't anyone else.

"Sister, who in your family is hospitalized?"

"My lover." Liu Xiaomei said a sentence, and then said: "External injury."

"Really, who did the Shou Bing?"

"Zheng Lao Ban."

Just as the three words "Zheng Lao Ban" were spoken, the person who had been snoring loudly suddenly sat up, blankly looking around.

"Where is Zheng Lao Ban?"