Announcements can be seen on some walls or elevators of Shirahara Memorial Hospital, and there is always a sentence that is repeatedly emphasized: This hospital will never accept any gifts or cash from patients. (1)

But when Qi Jing walked into the office and placed the bulging envelope in front of Yamada in a decent manner, the other party was not surprised at all. For some reason, after placing the envelope, Qi Jing's previous requirements were perfectly resolved.

Luo Sanguan never expected that the long-time doctor Yamada would be such a person, and the saying "Money can make the devil push the mill" was fully released in front of Yamada.

There is a difference between "original pronunciation" and "before Jian" in Japanese culture.

Benyin is their true thoughts, and there is no need to be honest and kind to them before Jianjian.

The two sides of the Japanese are clearly distinguished in many things. It is probably because they have learned the "connotation" and "voice-out" of China, and even sarcastic spirit, but they have not fully learned it, and then deviated from orthodoxy step by step.

Because of their different feelings, many foreigners cannot grasp the true intentions of their usual speech, which sentence is true and which sentence is false.

A survey by a medical university in 2006 found that the total amount of medical red envelopes in Japan in a year was about 300 billion yen, and more than half of the patients interviewed admitted that they had given red envelopes.

In Japan, sending red envelopes has become the norm.

Doctors collecting red envelopes are inevitably criticized by public opinion. However, the reasons and influence are extremely complex, and to some extent they fully reflect the characteristics of "thank you gifts" in interpersonal relationships in Eastern society. There are also many people in China who give red envelopes and receive red envelopes. Relying on national supervision, they have recently been restrained.

In fact, whether it is a gift or a receipt, their starting point cannot be considered good, but at least it will not have any impact on others.

Patients want doctors to pay more attention to their diagnosis and treatment. No matter who they are, they hope this more or less after they get sick.

Of course, doctors also want to increase their income. Who doesn’t love money in the world? Hospital work is not a big fortune, but the education level has reached its peak. They do the job of saving lives and helping the wounded. The amount is still amazing. It is understandable to give yourself some material rewards.

But as the implementer of social welfare, doctors have some civil servant attributes, and the whole world knows what the nature of red envelopes received by civil servants is.

It is definitely contrary to common sense to receive red envelopes privately, at least not something that can be discussed openly. But some people are not very good at thinking, and they actually say that red envelopes can make doctors care about, can make patients feel at ease, and will become lubricants in the doctor-patient relationship...

I guess I was either kicked by a donkey or caught by a door.

If you give money, you can really make the patient feel at ease, and the doctor will definitely work wholeheartedly. But getting sick is never a match between two parties, but a battle between the Sun and Liu families in the Red Cliffs that jointly fought against Cao.

In this already outnumbered battlefield, what is needed is the momentum of death and lifelessness. Including the smell of money will only make the unreliable union looser.

It would be fine if I won, but if I couldn't win, the final result would turn into internal strife, and then there was a medical dispute.

The doctor's original job was to "sometimes heal, often help, always comfort."

As long as you communicate well, many patients and family members can still understand the meaning of this sentence.

After collecting the money, the patient's mentality changes, and the patient wants only cure. But this sentence is a portrayal of objective facts and cannot change due to changes in the mood.

After money intervenes, reality and ideas are separated.

It turns out that the doctor got the red envelope and tried his best to work, but in the end, the God of Death made the matter ruined a lot.

Qi Jing has never been a person who follows the rules, but he has his own persistence on the issue of red envelopes. It is not good to give patients a hope that does not exist, especially in places where the mortality rate has always been low in emergency rooms.

However, his failure to collect money from the patient does not affect his giving money to other doctors as a patient's friend.

Originally, Sanguan listened to Qi Jing's plan and said that the local doctor had a big appetite and he might not be able to afford it: "If you want a bed in Tokyo, you can start at 30,000 or 50,000 yuan, but it's not cheap. This is still an ordinary internal medicine doctor. If the condition is a little troublesome or the surgery, it will be at least 200,000 yuan."

“Just a bed?”

"Yes..." Luo Sanguan was stunned, "What else do you want?"

"I want to leave the person in the hospital and have to check it again." Qi Jing thought for a while and continued, "It's better to have another consultation and listen to their opinions."

Sanguan drank the drink, but after hearing this, he didn't swallow it well and almost spit it out: "Your requirements are not high at all. If you don't report to you as soon as possible after the examination results are released, you have to check the film first. How about it?"

"Can you still be like this?" Qi Jing immediately climbed along the rod after hearing this, "This is pretty good, how much does it cost?"

"Fuck, how could I know..."

"Is five hundred thousand enough?"

“…”

After leaving the bank, Luo Sanguan was collapsed. He didn't know why this wealthy young doctor had licked his face and asked him to treat him.

"I'm very curious, just want to measure how much Qinglong Photo and Colonoscope are worth in your heart." Qi Jing said with a smile, "It seems that it is worth about 4,000 yen now, and it's not cheap for your salary."

For Luo Sanguan, Qi Jing's approach is too alternative.

He really wanted to get the money back to the meal, after all, his income was there, and he was really poor. But his code of conduct did not allow him to do this. After all, his name is Sanguan, so there is no reason to repent after treating the meal.

This incident made him feel uncomfortable for a long time, and he remembered it until he returned to China, and it also became an opportunity for him to enter the online literature industry in the future to make money.

Qi Jing took 500,000 yen at one's move, which is quite generous for internal medicine doctors who usually have no oil and water.

Of course, this money is not all for Yamada. Only 150,000 is in Yamada's pocket. The remaining 400,000 will be divided into two groups, one for a 100,000 yuan less is for Dr. Takahashi Takahashi, and the other for a 250,000 yuan is for Director Miyano of Yamada's treatment group.

Qi Jing’s request was very simple. He left Ye Han, took back the chest radiograph, re-examined according to his request, and then had another consultation.

It is easy to keep Ye Han, but it is nothing more than taking back the discharge from the previous one. Even if the payment has been settled, Yamada can still be admitted to the hospital for her to come in. It is not difficult to operate, and the only thing she needs to get is the permission of Director Miyao in the treatment group.

Chest radiographs are simpler, just leave them to Yamada for full responsibility.

Although Sangui has a good relationship with Takahashi, Qi Jing thinks it is more reliable for the hospital to do it.

This is not the first time Yamada has done this. When he saw Qi Jing taking out the envelope in the office, he realized that things were not that simple. He didn't need to explain the three views. A few simple words and a slightly hidden expression made him feel that everything was silent.

......

"This Chinese man is really generous."

Yamada's palm unconsciously stroked the envelope in his pocket, with a faint disdain hidden in the corner of his mouth: "But an x-ray of the chest x-ray will cost 100,000 yuan. I don't know what this guy thinks, his brain is broken? Is it really good to get so much medical skills? It's just a idle department, why give them so much?"

Thinking that he had reached the current title and had only obtained 150,000 yuan, he was dissatisfied.

This subtle psychological change constantly eroded his thoughts. After multiple stimulations of vision, feel and hearing, he finally made a bold decision. On the way downstairs, Yamada found a toilet with no one, moved a little at the envelope, and then came to the chest radio room.

Shirahara Memorial Hospital is known for heart treatment. In fact, the number of films is not high. More are B-ultrasound, intervention and CT. Chest X-rays have limited effect on the heart. Therefore, there are not many X-ray doctors here. When Yamada arrived, Takahashi was still the only one in the office.

Yamada's professional title is lower than Takahashi and is about ten years younger than Takahashi. He has to call him a teacher when he speaks: "Teacher Takahashi, Director Miyano asked me to ask for a patient's film."

"Movie? Whose movie?" Takahashi looked back at him.

"A Chinese man, we are on the 23rd floor of the fourth floor." Yamada said some details about Ye Han, "The film was filmed three days ago. At that time, the diagnosis was a fever and was waiting to be investigated. Later, it was changed to the flu."

"Chinese people... flu..." Takahashi flipped through the records in the computer and quickly found Ye Han's film, "Just this, let's see."

Yamada smiled and shook her head: "Teacher Takahashi, Director Miyano said he wanted the film, which was the original film for inspection."

"Original film? Why do you want to do the original film? You can see it on your computer." Takahashi was puzzled.

Yamada came with Qi Jing's order, and what he wanted was the original film, so he continued to emphasize: "The director has such a request, and I can't do anything about it."

Takahashi's director is relatively price-loss. After all, he is a film-reading doctor, which is different from clinical practice. But the price-loss is the price-loss, and the director is still the same director. Using Miyano at the same level to press Takahashi can't have any good results: "The hospital has regulations, and no film is printed now. We will print unless the patient has special needs. Do the patient need it?"

"I need it." Yamada nodded.

"Then let the patient's family go down and print it."

Of course, Yamada knew that this was a good idea. He had thought about reminding Qi Jing before. He agreed to be hospitalized. If he really wanted to watch the original film, it would not be difficult to ask his family to pay the money directly.

Even if Ye Han and Yang Zesheng insisted on not wanting movies, Qi Jing could actually ask him for help. After giving so much money, it would be impossible to insist on watching the movies in the doctor's computer.

But afterwards, he realized how correct it was that he had not told this. If his family members really got their prints, what should he do if the 100,000 yuan he had in his hand?

It would be more real to swallow the money by handing over the money to the guy in front of him.

"Teacher Takahashi, please help." Yamada said with a smile.

"What help? The regulations are regulations. Doing so can save a lot of money for printing films for hospitals and patients. How can you help me just by saying help?" Takahashi ignored him and read the report on his computer again, "Don't worry, even if Miyao comes in person, I will say the same thing."

Yamada looked at his calm sitting posture and had no choice but to hesitate for a while before taking out the money he had divided before.

It is still the same envelope, with the words "Thank you" on it, but the money inside has changed from 100,000 to 30,000: "Teacher Takahashi, this is what a patient's friend asked me to give it to you. The patient doesn't want the original film, but he wants it, but he can't get the patient's hospitalization information, so I hope you can help."

Since Yamada made the request, Takahashi suspected that there was something wrong with the whole thing. Now when he saw the envelope, he knew it very well: "Friend?"

"Well, a friend seems to be a doctor, from China."

"It seems very experienced." Takahashi couldn't help but nodded after hearing this. "As old as us, we are really not used to reading films on computers. It's convenient, but we always feel that there is no old film when we look at the screen, and we always feel that there is something missing."

Yamada moved the money to him again, and when he saw Takahashi accepting the envelope, he sighed relieved: "The other party looks like a newly graduated young man, what kind of experience can he have?"

"Then what he wants to do with the original film?"

"Who knows."

Takahashi looked at the three Japanese yen with a denomination value of 10,000 in the envelope, and suddenly changed the subject: "Since the other party asked me to you, why did you take it out now? Doctor Yamada, why would you like..."

"No! Absolutely no!" Yamada waved his hands repeatedly and denied, "You misunderstood."

"Misunderstand?"

Takahashi also knew his thoughts, and he was fine as soon as he got the words, but he didn't point it out: "Forget it, I've collected all the money, and I can't say anything about you. I'll take the time to deliver the movie in the afternoon."

"Where is there, Teacher Takahashi needs to deliver it in person, I'll just get it."

"Hmph, you're also interested."

Yamada was not out of good intentions, it was just to prevent Takahashi and Qi Jing from contacting each other. Because as long as you contact and mention money, your own hands and feet will be exposed. 70,000 yen, which is a considerable income based on the monthly salary of a doctor at Yamada's level.

But the facts are completely different from what he thought.

Because when he turned on the light and inserted his chest X-ray into the reader, Qi Jing's face changed suddenly. Then the guy pointed and talked to Luo Sanguan for several more words, and finally conveyed his meaning from this translator:

"Is this chest x-ray sure it's Ye Han's?"

"It must be."

"There is a problem with the report!" Luo Sanguan said, "Is the film reading doctor here?"

"You ask Teacher Takahashi?" Yamada felt nervous when he heard this, "He...he's probably getting off work."

"Just kidding!" Luo Sanguan is not a three-year-old child. He has been working here for half a year. How could he not know when his colleagues in the medical and technical department get off work? "It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. Do you think Teacher Takahashi gets off work?"

"I actually guessed it too. If you ask me, I don't know either!"

Luo Sanguan nodded and soon realized his "wrong" and stopped asking him. Instead, he turned around and picked up the landline and called the X-ray reading room.

The ring rings three times, and it was Takahashi who answered the phone.

"Teacher Takahashi, I hope you can come to the doctor's office on the fourth floor of the inpatient department of the Internal Medicine Department." Luo Sanguan still respected him very much, "We have a case discussion meeting here that requires you to come."

"Case discussion? Why do you come to me for case discussion?"

"We found that the movies you read were a little problem!"
Chapter completed!