While walking, Wang Zhi said a lot to Qian Senhu along the way. Qian Senhu remembered it seriously. The two of them walked to the door of the department without knowing it. At this time, they had already gotten off work and were not on duty at night. Qian Senhu looked at the watch in his hand. It was almost six o'clock. He smiled and said to Wang Zhi: "Master, it's time to have a meal. I'll treat you this afternoon and tell you something to do."

"Okay." Wang Zhi originally planned to refuse, but when he saw Qian Senhu's meaningful expression, he nodded in the end.

Wang Zhi and Qian Senhu walked out of the hospital and chose a medium-sized home-cooked restaurant. Originally, Wang Zhi planned to eat in the hall, but Qian Senhu firmly demanded a private room. Wang Zhi looked at Qian Senhu's expression and performance and guessed in his heart that this kid should have something to say.

The two of them sat down and ordered the dishes. Qian Senhu ordered a bottle of white wine and gave Wang Zhi a glass of wine, which was considered to be a formal master.

Qian Senhu sat back on his seat, looked at Wang Zhi's young face, hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Master, do you know that you have caused many people's dissatisfaction during this period."

"What do you mean?" Wang Zhi was not surprised at all, but just smiled slightly and asked calmly.

"Master, let me tell you this. Since you came to the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine, although you have cured many patients, it has also increased the popularity of the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine. However, you are seeking truth from facts when you treat and save people, but it blocked the way for many people to make money." Qian Senhu took a sip of wine and said slowly: "Actually, when I first came to the hospital, I was not in the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although I studied traditional Chinese medicine, because the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine is really not good, my family also entrusted some connections to arrange me into the Western Medicine Oncology Department.

On the first day of work, I put on a white coat and checked rounds with the director. In the morning of the rounds, there were more than 40 cancer patients, and their conditions were different. The same thing was that they obeyed our words.

The next morning, I received an elderly man with advanced liver cancer. Looking at his videos, the cancer cells had metastasized throughout his body and had no treatment value. Besides, judging from the old man's clothes, his family was not well off, and there was no need to spend money in vain. Out of kindness, I called the old man's daughter to the office and suggested that she give up treatment. The old man's daughter cried loudly and took the old man away sadly. Unexpectedly, a week later, I unexpectedly discovered that the old man was hospitalized! The head nurse told me that the old man was unwilling to "wait for death" after returning home, and sold his house for 300,000 yuan. He also hung an expert in the oncology department for treatment, and was immediately hospitalized by the expert. The head nurse also quietly told me: The old man was still in the ward and said that you were not good at medical ethics and had no ability to cure his illness, so he asked him to go home and wait for death!

At the end of the year, when our oncology department gave the bonus, an average of more than 2,000 yuan per person! The director closed the door and held a secret meeting for us: "Our hospital implements performance appraisal. Receiving the cost minus the commission and multiplying it by the percentage of commission is the department's bonus." He deliberately paused and said, "I don't need to explain more, right? You can use a few yuan cheap medicine, which is your freedom. However, you cannot treat yourself as a Bodhisattva and let everyone drink the northwest wind with you." As soon as the director finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to me, and my face was immediately hot..."

A few days after this incident, a retired cadre with prostate cancer was admitted to the ward, and the cancer cells had metastasized. With the previous lesson, I tentatively talked to his wife: "I suggest using relatively better drugs, because this can improve the quality of life of the patient..." Before I finished speaking, his wife nodded as if she was pecking at rice: "If you use whatever medicine is good, you will be willing to spend money on Lao Zhang!" With this sentence, I let go of my hands and feet, and the medicine will be expensive. In the end, the old man lived in the ward for two months, spending a total of 400,000 yuan, and finally died.

I feel a ghost in my heart and feel ashamed of the elderly. But what makes me laugh and cry is that after the family finishes the funeral, they specially sent me a banner saying that I treat the patients as relatives and strive to improve the quality of life of patients with advanced cancer."

"What else?" Wang Zhi calmly listened to Qian Senhu's words and asked again.

"Haha, master, do you know what the biggest role of the hospital's Chinese medicine department is?" Qian Senhu heard Wang Zhi's question, but he smiled bitterly and asked.

"What is it?" Wang Zhi asked in cooperation.

"In fact, it's just a shelter, which specializes in the shelter of some patients who have been treated in various departments and squeeze out the last little value. I still remember another older surgeon once told me meaningfully, "You are a student who has just graduated. Now you understand the work flow of the oncology department? Simply put, it's like this: for a cancer patient, first introduce the surgery to the surgery department for surgery, let the surgery earn the money for the surgery, then transfer the patient to the chemotherapy department for chemotherapy, and then transfer the radiotherapy department to the radiotherapy department for radiotherapy. When all the money in these departments is earned, then throw the patient to the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine to drink Chinese medicine."

"The next thing made me finally verify the words of this surgeon. There was a patient with advanced gastric cancer whose cancer cells had metastasized peritoneally. However, I was transferred to the general surgery department for surgery for surgery. After the operation, I transferred to the oncology department for chemotherapy, radiotherapy department for radiotherapy, and Chinese medicine department for Chinese medicine. After three months of hard work, the patient died. I secretly retrieved the patient's image data, and I found that there was no indication for surgery at all." Qian Senhu said quietly: "Since I was a child, I always thought that doctors were angels in white in the world, helping patients in pain, selfless and fearless, so I dreamed of becoming one of them, but when I really put on the clothes that symbolize sacredness, I realized that everything was just my imagination."

"Haha." After listening to Qian Senhu's statement, Wang Zhi also smiled bitterly: "There are selfishness and darkness everywhere in this world. The key is whether you will follow the trend."

"Yes, actually, I gradually fell into depravity later, but after all, I was still young and I still had the passion in my heart. In the end, I couldn't bear to continue because of guilt, so I offended many people and was finally sent to the Ministry of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Qian Senhu poured a glass of wine again and said.

"It's good to be able to stick to your true intentions." Wang Zhi nodded and said.

"But, after all, you live in such a world, and most people are degenerate. If you insist alone, you will be hated by others," Qian Senhu sighed and said, "Take you, Master, although you have superb medical skills and have treated many patients, and even cured several seriously ill patients, the medicines you prescribe are the cheapest and the fees are the lowest. Because of your fame, some patients from the Western Medicine Department have gradually been pulled over. Then those who have robbed patients and have less income will naturally hate you. If you hadn't had a good relationship with Dean Zhang and Professor Zhou and others now, you might have been kicked out of the hospital by these people."

"Ahha!" Wang Zhi sneered: "This is the hospital, this is the doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded. He is simply a group of profit-oriented businessmen. The hospital should not be a profit-making institution." To be honest, although Wang Zhi has seen a lot of darkness, he was still angry with Qian Senhu's words.

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Chapter completed!