Chapter 47 Section 3 Artillery Hospital

Years later, I can still remember the orange sunshine that day.The soft sunlight seemed to pass through layers of fog before shining on the sky above the city.And the sun, like a hydrogen balloon, floats in the air, fluttering and without texture.That day, I got off the train, walked through the bustling stream of people, and walked through the station square that was crowded every day.I had a CT scan of Uncle Ouyang under my arm, and a cloth bag on my shoulder, which looked like "Chen Huansheng went to town". I only found out afterwards that when I walked through the square that day, countless pairs of eyes had already been fixed on me.Those eyes hiding in the crowd, seeing the film under my armpit, all shone like gold.

But I still didn't know it, I was like a bird in the morning, flapping my wings with great interest, and crashed into the snare they had woven for a long time. I crossed the road and walked tens of meters away, and a teenage boy was chasing after me.He is very short in stature and has a dark complexion. Among the pedestrians coming and going, he stands out like a chicken.He opened his innocent eyes and asked me: "Uncle, how do I get to the Artillery Hospital?" I stood still, looked at him curiously and said, "What artillery hospital? I don't know." The boy said, "You don't even know about the Artillery Hospital? It's very famous. My mother was hospitalized there."

After the boy finished speaking, he went straight away. I didn't pay attention, thinking that this boy was just an ordinary wayfinder, so I continued to walk forward alone. I walked more than 30 meters away, and another couple passed me by.They were talking very loudly, as if they wanted me to hear them.The man who looked like a husband said: "The Artillery Hospital is great. It cured my illness. We must thank you very much." The man who looked like a wife said, "Yes, where can I buy a pennant?" The man who looked like a husband then turned around, looked at me with sincere eyes like a sika deer and asked, "Brother, do you know where I can sell pennants?"

I shook my head and didn't stop. The man caught up a few steps, and said with emotion beside me: "Oh, the doctor at the Artillery Hospital is so amazing, he cured my chronic illness for many years." His saliva sprayed into my ear. I shook my head again, thinking, what does the Artillery Hospital have to do with me if it cured your chronic illness?Why are you telling me this? The couple who looked like a couple did not follow, and they entered a fork in the road. I keep going.Not far ahead, there is a famous hospital, which is a tertiary hospital. Turning the corner and walking a few steps, a middle-aged man on the side of the road stopped me. He asked, "Handsome guy, do you have a lighter?" He held a cigarette between his fingers.

I took out the lighter and handed it to him.After he lit a cigarette, he looked at the CT scan of my armpit and asked with concern, "Do you want to see a doctor?" I nod. The middle-aged man approached me very enthusiastically, pretending to be very mysterious and said: "Don't go to the hospital in front of me. Last year, I spent 50,000 yuan to cure my gastroenteritis. The doctors in that hospital are black-hearted. "He said as he raised his right hand and spread his five fingers apart.His fingers were thick and short, like five sausages. I stood still, with a look of hesitation on my face.The middle-aged man said right away without losing the opportunity: "Look, the building is so beautiful and tall, how did the money come from? It's not to exploit our patients. You must not go, you will be fooled if you go."

I said, "Which hospital doesn't kill people with knives now? There is no way." The middle-aged man straightened up immediately, and said in a well-informed tone: "You are wrong. I have only seen a hospital that truly serves patients wholeheartedly. I spent a lot of time in the hospital in front of me." 50,000 yuan, the gastroenteritis was not cured, went to this hospital, only spent 3,000 yuan, and it was completely cured, and there has been no recurrence until now." I asked, "Which hospital?" The middle-aged man said: "Artillery Hospital."

I laughed secretly in my heart, fuck you, this whole journey is just babysitting, and it is clear that it is trying to drag me into a snare. Only now did I realize that the teenagers and couples I met earlier, and the middle-aged man I met here, were all on medical care.And what was that artillery hospital?There is no doubt that it is a private hospital, definitely not a public hospital run by the Artillery Corps. I walked forward, and the middle-aged man followed me intently, admonishing me earnestly, "I think you are an honest person, so I will tell you the truth. I don't tell him ordinary people."

I ignored it and moved on. Turning another corner, I saw the gate of the public tertiary hospital.A few tens of meters away from the gate, I was stopped by a middle-aged woman.She was wearing old clothes, with a sad face and frowning, just like Xianglin's wife who lost Amao. I looked at her face curiously.Her face seemed to have not been washed for many days, and there was a layer of oil on it.She said in a crying voice, "Brother, are you going to see a doctor?" I nod. She said: "Don't go to this hospital. This hospital is terrible. It treated my husband to be paralyzed and cost my family more than 100,000 yuan. You must not go."

Her face is full of sincerity and kindness, like a winter ewe. I knew that I met another doctor, so I kept quiet on purpose and wanted to continue watching her perform. She still said in that kind of coloratura voice with crying: "There is no way. I took my husband out of this hospital and went to another hospital. After spending more than two thousand yuan, my husband can go. I can run, and I will be discharged from the hospital soon.” I tried my best to suppress the laughter that was about to burst out, and continued to watch this woman's lifelike performance. The woman looked at me, she thought that her words had aroused my curiosity, she thought that I would definitely ask her, which hospital was the hospital where her husband could jump up and down, but , I just don't ask, I want to make this woman uncomfortable.

The woman was really uncomfortable, and her face was flushed.Seeing that I didn't respond, she finally couldn't help but said: "My husband is now in the Artillery Hospital, and the Artillery Hospital is the best." Sure enough, it was the Artillery Hospital again. I ignored her and walked forward.The woman followed behind, still trying to persuade me.Later, she saw the security guard standing at the entrance of the hospital, and the security guard's eyes turned to this side, so she reluctantly left. Later, I learned that on the road just a few hundred meters from the train station to this tertiary hospital, there are many clinics, at least hundreds of them.Hundreds of clinics are fortified and controlled in sections, and every patient and suspected patient from other places will be entangled by them.The medical care providers all have mobile phones. When the medical care provider at the first station fails to handle you, they will immediately call and tell the next station;They fortified layer by layer, each performing its duties.You see lovers on the side of the road, couples, old people walking, homeless teenagers, children carrying schoolbags, playing poker, riding tricycles, traveling with luggage, buying mineral water, picking toenails, etc. People, people asking for directions, people chatting... all kinds of people are doctors.There are far more medical clinics on this road than pedestrians, and the restaurants and shops on the roadside are also opened for medical clinics, and most of their customers are medical clinics.

As long as you go in this direction, as long as you want to come to this hospital, you will become a fish.They set up layers of fishing nets, you rushed through the first one, and there was a second one, you rushed through the second one, and there are tougher fishing nets waiting for you behind.Believe it or not, I can't handle you! That day, I registered for treatment at that tertiary hospital, and after queuing for a long time, I walked into the consulting room of an internal medicine specialist.After seeing Uncle Ouyang's CT film, the doctor said lightly: "There is nothing abnormal, just mild pneumonia. There is no need to take a CT film for this kind of condition, and X-ray perspective is enough. Mild pneumonia does not need to be hospitalized with injections. The medicine will be fine." I let out a long sigh of relief. Holding the CT scan of Uncle Ouyang, I walked out of the hospital.It was already time for lunch.I came in such a hurry that I didn't even eat breakfast.I walked into a small restaurant next to the hospital, ordered a plate of rice with fish-flavored pork shreds, put the CT scan on the table, and sat on the stool to read. At some point, a young woman in her 20s came to the seat opposite me. She said, "Brother, are you seeing a doctor? Can you let me see your film?" I said, "Look." She took out the film from the paper bag, stared at the sun seriously for a minute, and suddenly shouted: "Oh, brother, whose film is this?" I deliberately said: "Mine." In fact, Uncle Ouyang's name and age were written on the paper bag, and the young woman was eager to watch the movie, so she didn't look at the paper bag. The young woman said: "Your illness is the same as my brother's. You must get treated quickly, otherwise the consequences will be serious." I deliberately asked: "How serious will it be?" The young woman stared at me with bright eyes and said, "My younger brother got your disease last year and almost died. Look at your face, it's so yellow. My younger brother had the same face back then." She When you lie, don't blink your eyes. Fuck it, I met another doctor, I don't know if you have a younger brother, if you have a younger brother, he must have died a long time ago.I cursed fiercely in my heart.I am in good health and exercise regularly. No one has ever said that my complexion is yellow or that I am sick from my complexion. I continued to look down at the book, ignoring the young woman.When the meal came, I bowed my head to eat, and I didn't answer what the young woman said.Later, the young woman realized the embarrassment, so she left in embarrassment. After eating, I walked to the bus station.I want to go to the newspaper office to have a look. I haven't seen each other for so long. I don't know how the editor-in-chief and director are doing.I also want to see the station master, and those poor fellows when I lived in the village in the city. I don’t know how they are living now. I walked to the door of a store, wanting to buy a pack of cigarettes, and suddenly saw a couple on the left, looking at me, and then walking towards me.Just when they were only a few meters away from me, another couple suddenly rushed to the right.The woman hugged my arm, and the man and woman on the left had no choice but to stop in their tracks, with melancholy and resentful expressions on their faces. The woman holding my arm had an apologetic smile on her face: "Oh, I almost fell down. Brother, where are you going?" I looked at her, her face was wrinkled because of forced smile, like a withered chrysanthemum.I pointed casually and said, "Go to the front." The man looked at the film under my armpit and said, "Go to the hospital?" I nod. The woman immediately interjected, "I saw you in the hospital this morning. Did you have a physical examination? What happened to your body?" Her face was full of concern. It turns out that there are not only medical cares outside the hospital, but also many medical cares in the hospital.They are all over the outpatient department, registration room, inpatient department... wherever there are patients, there are medical care.They are silent, but they are pervasive, like conspirators with ulterior motives, hiding their murderous intentions. I suddenly thought that if I could write a manuscript about Yituo, many people would pay attention to it.