Chapter 471: 463 120 Still Want Money?!

463 120 Still Want Money?!

After about ten minutes, once the flushing water sounded, the old man slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"Old man, where's the patient? Who exactly called the 120 emergency rescue service?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.

"I made the call." The old man had his hands behind his back, like an old cadre inspecting a unit, "Nothing's wrong here, you can go back."

"……" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Old man, why did you make an emergency rescue call?"

"I have high blood pressure." The old man said slowly, "I've been constipated these past few days, and just now I needed to have a bowel movement. Because I'm constipated, I'm afraid my blood pressure will rise during the movement, possibly causing a cerebral hemorrhage. So I called you first, so with a doctor present I can use the toilet more reassured."

"……" Zheng Ren truly didn't know what to say.

Just this?

Zheng Ren was speechless, truly not knowing what to say.

The nurse, on the other hand, didn't mind; having nothing going on is always better than having something going on.

"Sir, please pay the fee." the nurse said.

"What?" The old man's eyes widened immediately, he looked at the nurse in surprise, his brows furrowed, his face turned stern, "Why do I have to pay?"

"Sir, the 120 emergency rescue vehicle charges a fee. Transfer is cheaper because it doesn't require medical staff. But our kind is a bit more expensive; let me calculate… it should be 115 yuan." the nurse said.

"On what grounds!" the old man shouted: "You didn't do anything, and you're asking me for 115 yuan? Is this robbery?"

Zheng Ren sighed in his heart.

This situation happens all too often. Many people don't know that the 120 emergency rescue vehicle costs money, so when payment is requested, it becomes especially difficult.

The nurse said a few more words to the old man; seeing him grow more agitated, Zheng Ren immediately grabbed the nurse, apologized to the old man, and then left the patient's home "dejectedly".

"Chief Zheng!" the nurse said, feeling wronged, "One trip for 115, split between us, we still need less than 60 yuan; I can't afford to pay that!"

"Forget it, forget it." Zheng Renye also felt helpless, urging repeatedly: "If we really make the old man's blood pressure high and cause a cerebral hemorrhage, there's no way to resolve this. Tomorrow I'll report to Director Pan; if we can get a waiver, we'll try to get one. If not, I'll pay the money."

The 120 emergency rescue vehicle charges a fee, but what do we do if we can't collect it?

City First Hospital dumps this responsibility onto the medical staff who go out on calls.

Monthly salary and bonuses are a few thousand yuan, but it's still not enough to cover the work when you also have to put in your own money.

Therefore, the number of emergency doctors and nurses keeps dwindling, and this situation is bound to happen.

Zheng Renye also felt helpless; you can't just argue with the old man and raise his blood pressure, possibly causing a real cerebral hemorrhage.

Sigh……

Zheng Ren sighed, took the nurse and the stretcher workers up the elevator.

While riding the elevator, you could still hear the old man cursing loudly inside the house.

Although we're already used to this sort of thing, we still feel resentful inside.

Boarding the 120 emergency rescue vehicle, the group slowly drove back to City First Hospital.

The road is slippery; if we go out on a call and don't pick up a patient, we lose over a hundred yuan, and if we then get a scrape, it's even more gloomy.

Back at City First Hospital, Zheng Ren didn't mind, made a note, then returned to the duty room.

Now Zheng Ren won't worry over eighty or a hundred yuan.

To say money is heroic courage actually makes sense.

Going to City Second Hospital to perform surgery and bringing back 100,000 yuan—that is Zheng Ren's heroic courage.

Zheng Ren took this as an amusing matter, first reporting to Xie Yiren. Life is so plain; these things are the seasoning that makes life flavorful.

Although somewhat gloomy, Zheng Ren did not vent these negative emotions to Xie Yiren.

After chatting a while, it was already past eleven; Xie Yiren prepared to sleep.

After exchanging goodnights, Zheng Ren turned off his phone, lay on the hard board bed, and began to recall this 120 call; his physical condition seemed indeed better than before.

Carrying an emergency kit weighing over ten catties, he climbed up to the fifth floor as fast as possible; though it seemed trivial, he could actually go up without gasping for breath or feeling anything—even if he were in his twenties at peak condition, he probably couldn't manage that.

What could be the reason? Probably because of the system, this big pig trotter.

Upon entering the system space, Zheng Ren examined it closely. The system space had no special changes; it was just becoming more and more "realistic".

Zheng Ren still remembered how, at the beginning, the entire system space was unstable, as if it might collapse at any moment. The system had even threatened him, saying it would erase him.

As he performed more and more surgeries, the system seemed to become more stable; at least the bloody smell could no longer be smelled.

This is good.

Zheng Ren sat by the small pond, watching that lifelike little fox in a daze.

After who knows how long, a sharp, piercing ringtone sounded in his ear.

Zheng Ren almost forgot he was on a 120 emergency call; in the system space, it really was relaxing. Looks like he should come here often from now on.

After leaving the system space, Zheng Ren glanced at the time; it was already past 1 a. m.

The ringtone sounded twice; it was the surgery department.

Zheng Ren grabbed his military coat and rushed out quickly.

He leapt onto the 120 emergency rescue vehicle, Zheng Ren asked: "Where? What's the illness?"

"A traffic accident…" the nurse looked at the slip, hesitating a bit.

"Is it far?"

"At the hospital entrance."

Zheng Ren saw through the car glass that a business vehicle had slammed headfirst into a snow pile that had just been piled up at the roadside and not yet cleared away.

"How close!" Zheng Ren also felt a sigh in his heart.

But we still need to take the ambulance there; there's a lot of stuff on the vehicle that we can't carry anyway.

About a minute later, the 120 emergency rescue vehicle arrived at the snow pile's location; Zheng Ren pulled the car door open and jumped out.

The driver's side door was dented, the glass shattered, and cold wind whooshed in. The passenger seat and door area were deeply shoved into the snow pile.

Zheng Ren glanced and saw that the vehicle had first hit the center-road lamppost on its left side, then the driver turned the wheel right and plunged headfirst into the snow pile.

There were some bloodstains on the driver's seat glass, and no one inside. Zheng Ren glanced at the carriage and could vaguely see a person lying white and bare inside the car.

"Doctor, I made the call." The sanitation worker beside him stepped forward and said: "I saw something had happened, so I rushed over. Two men crawled out of the car window and ran away."

Zheng Ren was in a fix.

The driver's door was dented and wouldn't open at all. Neither the passenger door nor the normal door, buried in the snowdrift, could be opened.

"Help me!" Zheng Ren said, then he looked around, picked up a stone, cleared all the shattered glass from the driver's seat, and as fast as he could tried to knock away the glass shards.

After clearing the driver's side glass, Zheng Ren pulled his hands into his military coat and crawled into the driver's seat.