Days to Return to the Goddess

Jiang Yu and Chen Ke have been waiting outside the delivery room. Seeing that the woman was pushed into the delivery room, the two aunts put their hands together and prayed to heaven, while the other pushed the man sitting on the bench, full of reproach.

"Zhou Ming, let me tell you that you personally pushed my daughter into the delivery room. If anything goes wrong with my daughter, I will never end with you!"

The man named Zhou Ming held his head with his hands, inserted his hands in his hair and clutched desperately.

The origin of the doctor-patient conflict has a long history.

Patients don’t trust doctors, and their families don’t trust hospitals. The Ninth Hospital, which was originally questioned by public opinion, is on the cusp of the storm. Jiang Yu looks at the empty hospital corridor, the hurriedly discharged patients, the scars on the nurses’ foreheads, all of this The consequence is that the media, as a communicator, contributes to the flames, guides public opinion, and pushes the conflict to the apex.

"Senior sister, sit down and take a break." Chen Ke handed her a bottle of water with the cap unscrewed.

Jiang Yu twisted it lightly and opened it, took a sip, watching him play with his camera, "How did you think of being a reporter?"

Chen Ke smiled and said, "I know how to take some photos, so I just became it."

"180,000 cameras..." Jiang Yu glanced at it and knew that the cameras in Chen Ke's hands were very valuable. It was at least this number by rough estimation. "Photographic geniuses who have won many awards are only in the photography industry. More promising, is it worth it to start the media industry from scratch?"

"Anyone can take some photos, but not everyone can write something that shocks the public. In contrast, the latter makes me feel more fulfilled. Things that are at your fingertips are boring."

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows without comment.

For Chen Ke, Jiang Yu had a vague impression.

In his previous life, Chen Ke became famous in a few videos that exposed collusion between officials and businessmen. The faces of the officials and businessmen in the video were heart palpitating. It was precisely because of that video that the political and governance leaders drew up several provinces. Up.

At that time, there were very few reporters with such courage in the media industry. Jiang Yu admired him, but also gave him a cold sweat.

In ancient times, those who dared to speak up did not live long, and those who offended the powerful were generally uncomfortable.

Facts have proved that it is true.

About two hours later, the closed delivery room door finally opened, and a nurse came out with the baby, "Congratulations, mother and child are safe, it's a boy."

"Boy!" The aunt with folded hands was ecstatic, clutching the man forward, "We have a queen in the Zhou family!"

The man stared blankly at the baby in the swaddle, swept away his previous frown, his eyes filled with light, and he mumbled involuntarily, "I have a son now, I have a son..."

The newborn baby was taken by the nurse to the nursery. The aunt and the man followed the nurse, leaving only another aunt waiting anxiously in front of the delivery room.

After waiting for another half an hour or so, the mother was pushed out.

With tears in her eyes, the aunt clutched the railing of the hospital bed and asked her daughter who was still conscious, "Lingling, does it hurt?"

Lingling's hair was soaked with sweat, her eyes were so painful that she scanned the surroundings, but she couldn't see the person she wanted to see. She condensed her eyebrows, her tears slipped, and she grabbed her aunt's hand and said eagerly, "Mom, Zhou Ming?

"He's going to take care of the baby, he will come in a while."

Lingling's eyes were so dark that she could not accept this fact, but she had to accept it, closing her eyes and nodding silently.

Jiang Yu remembered that during the dispute between entering the delivery room, the one who pushed himself was pushed by the pregnant mother's mother.

It seems that in the eyes of this pregnant mother, she is a heinous person who wants to kill her daughter.

Jiang Yu stood outside the delivery room and waited until Dr. Chen walked out of the delivery room and took off his mask exhaustedly. Jiang Yu stepped forward.

"Hello, Dr. Chen, I am a reporter from Star TV, and my name is Jiang Yu. Will you have time to accept my interview?"

Or what Jiang Yu said not long ago, and Jiang Yu's position, gave doctors meager trust.

Doctor Chen looked at Jiang Yu for a long time, and finally nodded, "You come to my office."

The only things Jiang Yu wanted to ask were those few things.

The inspection reports of the six deceased, the status of several doctors and nurses who were beaten, and the conditions at the time.

Jiang Yu sat opposite her, Chen Ke's camera pointed at Dr. Chen, Jiang Yu asked Chen Ke to go to the back of Dr. Chen and shoot against the light to protect privacy. But Dr. Chen waved his hand, "Just shoot like this, I don't do anything wrong, nor the hospital, I'm not afraid."

In front of the camera, Dr. Chen took out the diagnosis reports of the six deceased, and clearly stated that the examination reports of the six deceased were good, without any problems, and were discharged after meeting the discharge standards. According to the news, six It is also true that the deceased had given birth in the Ninth Hospital, but this does not mean that the cause of death was due to the Ninth Hospital.

Several doctors and nurses who have been beaten have indeed left their jobs, but most of them are interns. Among them, the deputy chief of obstetrics doctor is still receiving treatment in the hospital because of his injuries.

No one thought that one day he would die because of a profession, and no one would not die in order to stick to a profession.

Dr. Chen also said that the enthusiastic crowd smashed the nurses' desk and many pregnant women in the hospital were frightened.

Jiang Yu saw a scar that was ten centimeters long on her calf, terrifying, and asked her, "Are you afraid?"

Dr. Chen covered his large white coat, which happened to hide the scar.

"Not afraid, because there is no time."

"Then what were you doing?"

Dr. Chen said: "At that time, a pregnant woman was scared to give birth prematurely. The situation was too critical. Several doctors and I carried her to the delivery room, regardless of whether she was afraid or not."

Doctor-patient conflict is a long-existing social problem, and it is also an acute social problem frequently reported by the media.

Earlier, some media reported that a family member was severely injured, paralyzed, or killed due to a doctor's operation failure. Behind every **** dispute is the blood and tears of countless medical staff.

The medical profession still circulates a word with laughter, persuading people to learn medicine, and thunderstorms.

The arduous study and high-intensity work day and night after work, without the consideration of family members and high risks, have stopped many students who were originally interested in medicine.

A nurse shouted outside the office, "Doctor Chen, please come out and have a look."

Doctor Chen didn't care about being in front of the camera, and hurriedly got up and walked out, "What's the matter?"

The doctors and nurses were no one beside them, "A pregnant woman came here, and her condition is not very good."

Jiang Yu and Chen Ke glanced at each other and followed behind them in a tacit understanding.

The situation of the pregnant woman who came to the hospital was indeed not very good. When she was carried in, she had a lot of blood in her lower body, and her face was pale and bloodless.

Doctor Chen glanced at the pregnant woman and then around, "Where are the people? What about the family members?"

The nurse whispered in Dr. Chen's ear: "Without any family members, she came alone."

The pregnant woman handed the silver and travel card to Dr. Chen, opened a pair of sharp eyes, enduring the pain and calmly said: "My name is Zhao Ya, and the password for the silver and travel card is 910315. I signed the informed consent form by myself. I’ll take care of any problems, please help me deliver the baby."

Dr. Chen was shocked, took the silver and bank card, turned around and handed it to the nurse, "Go through the hospitalization procedures."

Jiang Yu was watching several people push the pregnant woman into the delivery room together. She saw the indifference and calmness of the pregnant woman's eyes, just like seeing herself back then.

Pregnancy was early, and the attack occurred in the middle of the night. Jiang Yu called the emergency call and came to the hospital, handed in her silver, bank card and password, and told the doctor that she signed the responsibility letter.

No one was waiting outside the operating room, so she asked the nurse to push her into the ward.

Cannot get out of bed, hire a nanny to take care of yourself.

All day's silence, except facing the newborn child.

"Sister, are we still waiting for the interview?"

Jiang Yu shook his head, "No, these are enough."

Just when Jiang Yu was about to return to the TV station to sort out the report he interviewed today, other reporters in the program group called and said that when they were interviewing the family of one of the victims, the family found the suicide note in the deceased’s room. Depression diagnosis report.

When Jiang Yu and Chen Ke arrived, the family of the deceased was miserable.

The living room was in chaos, the glass on the floor was broken, and there was a loud cry of children in the room. The cowardly female reporter hid behind the photographer and looked at the crying man buried on the sofa in shock.

Jiang Yu looked at the man who was screaming on the sofa, almost collapsed, and asked him: "Xiang You, it's me, Jiang Yu."

The man lost control of his emotions. After looking up at Jiang Yu, he cried bitterly with his hands holding his head and ten fingers, clutching his hair, "I don't know...I don't know, I really don't know!"

On the coffee table in front of the man were a few suicide notes full of mottled handwriting and a diagnosis report.

Jiang Yu sat next to him, reading the handwriting on the suicide note, with a heavy heart, but in a calm tone, "I am sorry for what happened to your wife. You told me before that you want to know how your wife died. Yes, now you have found your wife’s suicide note and diagnosis report, don’t you want to know about other things, don’t you know?"

"others?"

"For example, why did she get this disease." Jiang Yu knew very well, analyzing the condition of the disease is tantamount to a single cut, **** analysis of the cause.

Very cruel.

But Xiang You just took a deep breath. He clenched his hand into a fist and placed it on his thigh, trembling visible to the naked eye, clenching his teeth, and holding back tears.

"My name is Xiangyou, and Tan Xin is my wife. She has always been a very intellectual woman, very gentle and considerate. She never... never quarreled with me over trivial matters, and she knows how to give in," Xiang You He lowered his head deeply, and the dense black hair mixed with white hair appeared in front of the high-definition camera. He choked in front of the camera several times, "I really didn’t know she had this disease. She didn’t tell me anything. I am outside to earn money to support my family. I leave early and come home late. All my efforts are for her. I also want to accompany her and my child. But whenever I want to stop, I can’t help but think about her and the child. do……"

Jiang Yu read the suicide note. The contents of the suicide note are full of self-disgust, and the full screen of text reveals a breath of despair, and after repeated disappointments, painful struggles, large swaths of water stains, the handwriting is covered, the last sentence But, baby, mom loves you, and forgive mom for not being able to grow up with you.

The only love in the whole article, only the child is mentioned.

No matter how strong a person is, no matter how strong the reason is, it can't resist the overwhelming despair and negativity.

"Do you love her?" Jiang Yu asked him.

Xiang You firmly said: "I love her."

"How long have you not said that you love her?"

Xiang You shook his head in silence.

"Then did you say you loved her after she became pregnant?"

Xiang You was emotionally stable, thought about it carefully, and then honestly said: "No, after she was pregnant, all my thoughts and energy were put on the child and work."

Jiang Yu can almost guess how an insecure woman, under the indifference of her husband, is suffering from the gains and losses caused by panic, and how silent love makes her despair.

"I'm sorry for her!" At the same time, the young man endured tears and regret, and handed the diagnosis report and suicide note to Jiang Yu, "Anchor Jiang, this is left to you, please be sure to return the hospital to justice."

"Don't worry, I will."

The truth may be late, but it will never be absent.