This story is neither a commentary nor a spoiler.
Just after watching the movie "I'm Not the God of Medicine", the editor suddenly remembered that Xu Lang once wrote another story about terminally ill patients in order to survive in the "Night Travel Record" last November.
In this world, there are many things that are difficult to distinguish between good and bad. We can only solve them in a relatively correct way.
This point, Shakespeare has long written in "Hamlet" - there is no good or bad in the world, it all depends on how you think about it.
The story of the magic universe is a semi-fictional writing.
"Nightcrawler" series is a modern urban legend
Mostly fictional reporting based on real social news
So as to achieve the purpose of entertainment and warning
Author / Xu Lang
Source/ WeChat public account: Mo Zhou (ID: mzmojo)
This series of stories has now been published in the paper book "Night Walk 1" by Mo Zhou. "Night Walk Record 1" was originally serialized on the public account Mo Zhou, and it is updated every Wednesday. "Night Walk Record 2" is under preparation.
I am very familiar with the hospital, because my mother is a doctor - I used to go with her on duty when I was a child, except for the operating room, which is not allowed to enter, from the pharmacy to the morgue, I am familiar with it.
I have always had a question about the pharmacy in the hospital-why, like the bank counter, the medicine can only be taken through a small window, and the glass is very thick, like the bulletproof glass of the bank counter.
Taking medicine is not taking money, so what?
One night in the third grade, I found out that it was absolutely as-is that I was accompanying my mother on the night shift on the second floor, and there was a sound of "bang bang bang" smashing things downstairs. My mother didn't hold back, so I ran out. Go down to the first floor and look for the source of the sound.
At the entrance of the pharmacy, I found a middle-aged man with a pale face and trembling all over, scoldingly swinging a fire axe and smashing the glass of the pharmacy: "Fuck you bloody mother, hand over Du Lengding!"
When I was young, I didn't know that this guy was a drug addict, so I came to the hospital to grab Du Leng Ding to relieve the addiction.
After my mother caught up with me and dragged me back to the second floor, I asked her what Du Lengding was: "Is it very valuable?"
She slapped me and called 110. The police said they had been notified and would be there soon.
After that, my mother never let me go to the hospital, unless it was a doctor - which is exactly what I wanted, I don't like going to the hospital, I don't even want to go to the doctor.
It wasn't because I saw a drug addict robbing the pharmacy, and there was a shadow in my heart, nor was I disgusted or dissatisfied - I just didn't like the atmosphere of the hospital.
Hospitals are like Beijing's subways, doctors and patients, everyone looks unhealthy, rushed, lacking energy, and overtired.
But sometimes, I have to go to the hospital—like when insomnia is severe.
I slept good and bad, a couple of beers and a couple of beers on good days, but bad most of the time.
Neither melatonin nor sleeping pills would keep me awake for five hours - I had to take double or triple the amount of sleeping pills to sleep, and the side effect was a terrible headache in the morning.
In addition, my consumption of sleeping pills is much faster than ordinary people. Because it is a prescription drug, it is not easy to buy it from outside. I can only go to the hospital to prescribe it.
I thought of a way to focus on going to a few more hospitals a day and prescribing more sleeping pills to save time.
On October 18 this year, the sleeping pills ran out, and Zhou Yong drove me around to prescribe them.
At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the two of us arrived at the fifth hospital, a public hospital called Kangren (a pseudonym) in the West Fourth Ring Road.
Zhou Yong parked the car on the side of the road: "Brother Xu, are you still going to this house, there are a lot of people, let's go straight to the next house"?
I've come here, let's go in and take a look.
When we walked into the hospital gate, we found that the group of people at the gate were watching the fun, and we couldn't see what was in the middle. Zhou Yong wanted to get in, so I asked him to look here and prescribe the medicine first.
After tossing for a while, he took out the medicine. Zhou Yongzheng was smoking at the entrance of the hospital. He handed me a cigarette: "Brother Xu, go in and have a look, it's interesting!"
Ask him what's interesting, he doesn't say it, insists I see it myself - I light a cigarette and squeeze into the crowd.
In the center of the crowd were six or seven men, two young people in their twenties and thirties, and the rest were middle-aged and elderly people in their forties and fifties—they were sitting on the ground, holding banners and cardboards in their hands that read They are all in five big characters, "Return my sex life", and there are many people around them who use their mobile phones to take pictures and videos.
Zhou Yong also squeezed in: "This hatred is too big, eh, Brother Xu, do you think this is a medical trouble?"
I said I'm not sure, what they're doing is so special that it doesn't feel like a fake.
As we were talking, several people sitting on the ground began to shout slogans. We were watching the excitement and suddenly smelled a foul stench. Zhou Yong covered his mouth and nose: "Wait, who pulled up his pants while watching the excitement?"
I grabbed him and said to go out first.
After walking out of the crowd, there is no taste anymore. I said that the sleeping pills are almost enough, I can take them for two months, and I don’t need to continue taking them for the time being. This “return my sex life” thing is very interesting, maybe I can sell it as a manuscript.
Zhou Yong: "This suddenly started to work"?
I said yes, there is money to be made!
I asked Zhou Yong to stay here to take a few pictures. I took a tape recorder in the car, and was about to go to interview. Several troublemakers suddenly stood up and packed up and wanted to leave. Zhou Yong asked me what to do, and I said keep up.
After following them out of the hospital gate, the group split into two groups, one group went to the left, and one went to the right.
I asked Zhou Yong to stop the group of people to chat, and chase the person to the right, so that they can ask each other separately, just to supplement each other's information.
This guy walked very fast. I followed a few steps and was about to trot up to stop him. A bald man with a gold chain and a black vest and tattooed arms rushed over from the side with a wooden stick and stopped him first. He was hit in the leg with a stick - after knocking him down, the bald strong man kicked a few more times, saying fuck, little bastards, let you blind JB make trouble!
I went up and grabbed his arm: "Dude, it's almost done"!
At this time, Zhou Yong also ran over, shouted "Well", gave us a bald look, turned and ran away.
I went over and helped the troublemaker up and asked if he was okay, he said, "It must be the hospital's revenge, the stupid hospital."
When this buddy called the police, I asked Zhou Yong if he had done anything, and he said no: "Those people didn't want to say anything, so they told me to check "Kangren Hospital's dorsal penile nerve block surgery".
I asked him not to ask a few more questions, Zhou Yong said no: "They really ignored me, got on the Jinbei car together and left."
The buddy who was beaten waited in place for a while. The police officer who had always consulted confirmed that he was indeed beaten with a bald head. Afterwards, the buddy was very grateful and said, should I invite you two to dinner?
I agreed, and I found a grilled fish with Granny Chen nearby, ordered grilled fish, and asked for a few bottles of beer. This guy raised his glass and thanked us for our bravery.
I asked him what he meant by the banner "Return my sexuality" in the hospital. He took a sip of wine and said, "Hi, it's a shame to say it. I had an operation there and lost my sexuality."
Asked what surgery, he said foreskin.
Zhou Yong nodded sympathetically and said that what you did should be a laser: "I read on the Internet that someone did laser foreskin surgery and only 1 cm was left after cutting JJ."
He said it wasn't the case: "It wasn't the foreskin, it was after the circumcision."
I didn't understand, I asked him to explain in detail, he said yes.
This dude lives near Kangren Hospital. He has a long foreskin since he was a child, but because he has never used it, he has not found any problems. In July, he had a girlfriend, and two months later, he began to have sex life, but this exposed a problem - he ejaculated prematurely.
Before that, he always thought that premature ejaculation only existed in small advertisements, but he didn't expect it to happen to himself.
After breaking up with his girlfriend, he checked a lot of things about premature ejaculation on the Internet, and found that it might be the cause of his foreskin. After he went to the Kangren Hospital near his home, the doctor said the same thing and asked him to have a foreskin operation. , He asked if the medical insurance could claim it, and the doctor said yes, and he agreed.
Before the circumcision, the doctor called him to the office and said that his premature ejaculation may be due to the foreskin, or the cock is too sensitive. In recent years, many medical studies have shown that the feeling of being too sensitive is also one of the causes of premature ejaculation. .
Now there is a kind of operation called dorsal penile nerve block operation, which can cut off part of the dorsal nerve of the penis and reduce the sensitivity.
Hearing that the golden gun won't fall, he couldn't resist the temptation and agreed. One month after the operation, this guy removed the gauze, and a horrible thing happened. He couldn't stand up at all - he became permanently impotent. .
Speaking of which, he drank a glass of wine and said, "This year, I've been reciting it, and I'm just reciting it. Premature ejaculation, impotence after surgery, and even being beaten when I went to the hospital to defend my rights."
Zhou Yong leaned over and whispered, "Brother Xu, I'm about to cry. It's so miserable. For the sake of men, let's help him!"
I ignored Zhou Yong, I asked the buddy how many people were like him, and he said there should be more: "Today, the people who defended their rights at the gate of the hospital were all the brothers who had an accident."
Zhou Yong asked if they were familiar with them, but he said he was not familiar: "I saw a rights protection post on Tianya Forum, saying that people gathered to defend rights today, so I followed."
When asked if he had contact information, he said no: "only the time and place".
I frowned, Zhou Yong said that the group of people had a gold cup together, and they should know more or less, but this buddy said he didn't know at all-is it possible that except this buddy, everyone else is an organized medical trouble?
Zhou Yong asked him why he didn't sue the hospital.
After eating with this buddy and leaving the contact information, Zhou Yong and I called a chauffeur to go home, got into the car, and Zhou Yong lit a cigarette: "Brother Xu, don't you think something is wrong?"
I'd say it's a little bit. Everyone else may know each other, but this guy doesn't know each other. The strangest thing is that these people are just making trouble, and no one really goes to sue the hospital.
After I got home, I checked the Internet, and many people complained that Kangren Hospital had problems, indicating that it was a regular public hospital, but outsourced several departments and rented them to Putian-based companies or private individuals, including andrology.
It seems that it is indeed the hospital's problem - but it should be reported or sued directly.
The next night, just after I took a shower, Zhou Yong sent me a link, saying that Brother Xu, there was another trouble posting in Tianya.
I opened it and checked it out. It was agreed that from 3:00 to 5:00 pm tomorrow, all the people who had been injured in the Andrology Department of Kangren Hospital would gather in a crowd to discuss their opinions. Some people would make banners and cardboards. Just bring your own food and water.
The next day at 3:00 pm, Zhou Yong and I arrived at the scene on time and observed the situation. The troublemakers had already started to sit in meditation. It was almost the same as the few that day.
But the guy who was beaten didn't come. I asked Zhou Yong to send a WeChat message to ask. He said that there was something wrong with his company, let us have a good interview and kill this broken hospital.
Seeing them holding a placard for a sit-in, I grabbed Zhou Yong and asked him to pretend that there was a problem with his sexual function, and went to get close to this group of people to see if it was a real patient or a medical trouble, why not sue.
Zhou Yong: "Why, Brother Xu, why should I pretend to be impotent? Why don't you go?"
I said let you go and go: "I'll watch them next to me".
Zhou Yong pretended to be impotent and went to talk to people, but no one paid him any attention. After observing for an afternoon, I confirmed one thing. Except for Zhou Yong, everyone else is definitely organized. They often talk to each other in a low voice and share Food, but just don't have any communication with Zhou Yong.
At 5:00 pm, the group started packing again. Zhou Yong and I went out early, got in the car, and followed them until they got the Jinbei with the license plate number Jing NH1XXX near Zizhuyuan Road.
On the way to follow, I asked Zhou Yongchao if he didn't talk about anything, and he said no: "But I found something, we smelled that stench yesterday, and, it's too stinky, I suspect it's among the troublemakers. , there is a person who is incontinent".
When we arrived near Zhugezhuang Road, Jinbei stopped and a few people got out of the car. Zhou Yong and I stopped and chased after the car. We found that these people had disappeared into the crowd - we started to look around.
As I was looking for it, Zhou Yong patted me: "Brother Xu, who are you looking at?"
I followed the direction he pointed, and saw a figure in a black vest with patterned arms, carrying a plastic bag, the same bald head who beat someone at the gate of Kangren Hospital that day.
Zhou Yong asked me what to do. I looked around, and there seemed to be no accomplices nearby. Just as he was about to go up to stop him, he suddenly started talking to a girl who was holding a box.
After saying a few words, the girl shook her head, and a man next to him who was carrying a black plastic bag came up again. After chatting with him for a few words, the other party took out a box of things and handed it to him, bald head took out some money to the man, and the man took it. After passing the money, he shook his head and pointed him in a direction.
Zhou Yong: "Brother Xu, is that a bald accomplice?"
I said no, how does it feel like buying something?
He said no: "Why is no one looking for us to sell something"?
Just as he was talking, the bald head started to quickly walk in one direction. I was afraid that he would run away, so I went up and grabbed his arm, and the bald head said, "Oh, fuck it, it hurts, let me go, don't let go again. Get started!"
Zhou Yong said why you are so weak, it hurts when you pull down your arm.
I said that because the flower arm on his arm was newly tattooed and the wound was not healed, it hurts when touched.
Zhou Yong said that he was lying: "Brother Xu, how did you see it?"
I explained that people who have just finished tattooing will have scabs on their tattoos, but because of the color, it is difficult to see clearly, but there is still a difference, and it will look like wrinkles.
Zhou Yongte was shocked, saying that you know all this.
I said it was okay: "Actually, I touched it, and his tattoo is not finished yet."
The bald buddy couldn't listen to us and forced us to slap the right arm that wasn't being dragged and punched him.
Taking a step back and dodging, he greeted Zhou Yong to come up and hold him up, and he shouted what are you doing: "kidnapping"!
Tell him not to shout: "Remember that day you beat someone at the gate of Kangren Hospital"?
He glanced at the two of us, and began to struggle frantically. The box of things he just bought fell to the ground, and there was a sound of glass breaking - I quickly bent over to pick it up, it was a box of medicine, and the glass bottle inside had been broken. , the box reads "Pethidine Hydrochloride".
Zhou Yong asked me what I was.
I didn't answer, I glanced at my bald head, and said that if you struggled again, I would call the police: "You not only beat people, but also illegally bought Du Leng Ding, drug use?"
He stopped struggling and said that you two are not the police: "It's not the police, what are you arresting me for?"
I said you don't need to worry about it, I just wanted to ask you something: "Why did you beat people that day? Did the hospital hire you to beat them? Why didn't you beat that group of people?"
"How do you know that Du Leng Ding is sold here, why do you want to buy Du Leng Ding"?
The bald head asked who we were. I told him not to ask nonsense. If he didn't tell me, I would call the police immediately, beat people and buy drugs, and I would have to go in for a while.
He was a little scared and said that it had nothing to do with the hospital. He beat people because the troublemakers made him lose a sum of money.
I asked him what money he lost, and he said money for narcotics.
This guy's name is Zhang Long, who is from Huludao. After he came to Beijing to work, he was very boring until one day, he and Kuaishou found a group called Tian'an Club, a group of shirtless tattooed men drinking and bragging every day. Brother Loyalty, he thought it was cool, contacted to join them, but was told that he needed to have a tattoo.
Before the tattoo, he could only be a reserve member, chatting with everyone in the group, but unable to participate in offline activities.
This stumped the bald head, and he was very afraid of pain - he began to find ways to get tattoos without pain everywhere.
Zhou Yong asked him to wait: "What is the Tianan Society, the underworld"?
I said that there is no underworld, it is a gang-like alliance. There are rice sellers, Internet entrepreneurs, and tattoo parlors. In this way, they attract attention online and promote themselves.
The bald head did not continue, and then went on to say that he found that there are two types of anesthetics for tattoos: broken skin type and non-breakable skin type.
The broken skin type is usually a spray, which can reduce the pain of the tattooer in a short time.
The non-breaking skin type is applied on the body before the tattoo, and waits for 40 to 60 minutes. After cleaning, the tattoo can last for 3 hours. Generally, this type of non-breaking skin type is used for large-area tattoos.
But the origin of these two kinds of anesthetics is hard to say. Many of them are inferior anesthetics made by small underground drug factories. There are even those who used anesthetics blindly to death when tattooing. He did not dare to use them blindly.
At this time, he began to think about getting some "reliable" anesthetics from regular channels. He found a scalper with the hospital and asked if he could get anesthetics. The other party said yes, and sold him one for 2,000 yuan. "Supply Card of Special Narcotic Drugs for Analgesia".
Zhou Yong said that there is such a card.
I said yes - anesthesia is generally supplied to two types of patients, those for surgery and those with advanced cancer. In advanced cancer, because the body suffers too much pain, many people need to take narcotics such as "Demeridine" and "Morphine" for a long time. In order to facilitate these People, the state allows them to apply for a "special analgesic drug supply card" to buy analgesia on a regular basis.
The bald head said yes, and this is the card he took at the time: "The scalper told me that he was taking medicine for my mother, and taking a little less every time would not arouse the doctor's suspicion."
The tattoo on the bald head needs to be done in several times. Before the tattoo, he went to get some anesthesia - a few days later, the scalper called him, saying that he had been found out about stealing someone's anesthetic card, and asked him to quickly get the card. Return it and pay 3,000 yuan to settle the matter.
He asked how he found out. The person said that someone was making trouble at the entrance of the hospital. The higher authorities were investigating the hospital, and each department was also conducting self-examination and return visits. If the original card holder said that they had never received anesthesia, they illegally purchased controlled Drugs, have to go to prison.
The bald head went to Kangren Hospital to take a look. There was someone making trouble at the door. He was very scared. He returned the card to the scalper and lost the money. When he went out, the troublemakers happened to be scattered. He suddenly remembered that he had spent 5,000 yuan in vain inside and out. In order to clear the fire, he rushed up and beat him.
I nodded: "Then how do you know to buy Durantine from here"?
The bald head said it was the scalper who told him - he was smart this time, he didn't take the card with the scalper, and asked directly if he had any medicine. The scalper charged him 100 yuan for consultation and told him to find a plastic bag from the hospital and go to Zhugezhuang Road. At the entrance of the alley on the opposite side, he turned around with a plastic bag, and naturally someone contacted him.
With a bald head and licking his face, he went to a nearby hospital to ask for a plastic bag, put two packs of cigarettes in it, and went away with it.
He walked around there for less than two minutes, and a girl came up and said, "Brother, are you selling medicine?"
The bald head said no, he came to buy medicine, the girl asked him what he bought, he said anesthesia, the girl said no, and asked him to find someone else. Another big brother with a black plastic bag was called from the side.
The eldest brother sold him a box of Du Lengding, and he paid the money, but he felt that it might not be enough to get a tattoo - he asked if there were more, the eldest brother said no, and asked him to go to the 7th building in the 3rd row, there There is a private hotel, look for the hotel owner, he has all kinds of narcotics there.
I nodded and said I knew where this was, and Lao Jin mentioned it to me once.
Zhou Yong: "Brother Xu, why did you know that again?"
I explained it to him. The underground name of this place is "Hundred Herbs Square". It is a square, but it is actually a bunch of illegally built dense buildings. The reason why it is called Medicine King Hall is because there are a group of special people here.
On the small road that is less than 3 meters wide, but coiled between several small buildings, people can be seen walking around everywhere, both men and women, but the same thing is that they all have something in their hands.
Some people were carrying a large black plastic bag, and some people were carrying a small cardboard box, which contained the same kind of thing - medicine.
You can basically buy any medicines on the market here, but generally people who come here buy medicines for diabetes and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, which are cheaper than those on the market.
Zhou Yong wondered: "Where did they get their medicines?"
I said that this group of people are all drug dealers. They collect drugs from citizens at low prices outside hospitals and residential areas, and then sell them here to those in need.
Those who are a little more advanced than them will obtain some other people's social security cards through some illegal channels, then use the social security cards to buy medicines, and then classify the medicines. The channel, there are tens of millions of water every year.
After speaking to Zhou Yong, I suddenly remembered something, and asked if the bald head knew other troublemakers, and the bald head shook his head in confusion.
I asked the bald head a few more questions, there was no new information, I took a photo of his ID card and left his contact information. Zhou Yong and I let him go - because we both wanted to take a good look at this "Baicao Square".
Its location is very clever. It is right in the middle of several major hospitals in Beijing, not far from any of them. It is convenient for people to buy medicines and sell medicines.
Zhou Yong and I passed through a group of drug dealers, looking for the hotel that the bald head said - this street is all self-built bungalows and two-story buildings, painted gray and white walls, or exposed red brick walls. If you look down from the sky above the West Third Ring Road in Beijing at night, it must be a dark part surrounded by bright lights, and it is also a depression among high-rise buildings.
Zhou Yong looked at this building and said how it matched the smog in Beijing so well.
The drug seller told the bald-headed Renai Hotel that it was a gray two-story building with no sign outside. There were a few small words on the glass at the door, which read Renai Hotel—the entrance corridor was very long, and it probably took a few minutes to walk from east to west. Minutes, the rooms are distributed on both sides of the corridor, with house numbers marked in red letters. There are about two or three public toilets in the north. The small hall above the sink is full of clothes, and the more you go inside, the less sunlight you can see.
The whole house had a damp and musty smell, which is very rare in dry Beijing.
There was a duty room at the door, and inside was an aunt who was in his 40s and 50s, watching a Korean drama and eating melon seeds. I dragged him out while she didn't see Zhou Yong and me.
He asked me why I was dragging him: "Aren't we going in and asking for news?"
I said you are stupid. You are wearing Yohji Yamamoto, which is out of tune with this environment. It is too conspicuous. Can you change your clothes and come again.
We drove to nearby Wukesong and bought two sets of clothes with HM. After we put them on, we messed up our hair and went to Renai Hotel again.
The auntie in the duty room was still watching Korean dramas. Seeing me and Zhou Yong come in, she asked us if we were staying.
Zhou Yong just wanted to talk, I pushed him and said yes.
She asked me whether it was a long-term lease or a short-term lease, one bed or two beds.
I say one day, two beds.
She spat out the skin of the melon seeds and nodded: "60, deposit 100."
Zhou Yong: "Don't you need to register your ID card?"
Auntie squinted Zhou Yong and said no, you want to register your ID card and go outside to find a regular hotel.
I took the key, pushed the angry Zhou Yong away quickly, and opened the lock.
This room was completely converted from a toilet. The two beds in it are high and hard, just like the beds in the bathroom for bathing. Besides the bed, there is also an old-fashioned TV in the room, but Zhou Yong and I both No interest in opening.
The sheets felt wet and sticky, and the TV cabinet was rusted with all sorts of unknown smells and traces of liquids.
Zhou Yong looked around and felt that there was no place to sit, so he lit a cigarette while standing and asked me why I opened a room.
Just as I was about to answer him, there was a loud coughing sound from next door. The wall is not soundproof at all. I had to lower my voice and whisper to Zhou Yong. If I ask directly, they will sell you some medicine at most. If you live here, who will come? We all have the opportunity to find out who is going to deliver something when we buy something.
He nodded: "That makes sense."
If I don't come here, I can't believe that there is a standard room for 60 yuan a night in Beijing.
The two of us have been sitting in the room, monitoring the corridor through cat eyes and listening to voices. At 8 o'clock in the evening, a man's wailing suddenly came from a room, and a middle-aged woman rushed out of the door and ran to the duty room, saying hurry up Give me medicine, he can't take it anymore.
When she got the thing and turned around to charge it back, Zhou Yong and I opened the door and came out to follow her—she didn't even have time to close the door, so she took out the medicine with the syringe and gave the man lying on the bed a shot.
After seeing her injection, I asked if she was okay, she shook her head with me and said it was going to die.
I asked her what her illness was, and she told me it was lung cancer, terminal stage.
On the way back to the room, Zhou Yong suddenly had to go to the toilet. There is no toilet in this hotel room, but there is a public toilet on each floor. We came to the public toilet. He sniffed, "Brother Xu, smell it!"
I said I don't smell it, let him smell it himself.
Zhou Yong said no: "This smell is the smell we and Kangren Hospital smelled. This is definitely not the smell of shit, it's more disgusting than shit."
After smelling it, it was really true. Following the source of the odor, we found a room near the toilet and looked around. There is no camera in the corridor. I took a cat-eye mirror and looked at the situation in the room. A man He was coughing violently when suddenly he came towards the door - I hurriedly dragged Zhou Yong aside and pretended to walk into the corridor.
The man opened the door and rushed out, rushed to the public bathroom, and kept coughing beside the sink. Zhou Yong and I quietly approached him and found that the stench came from his mouth. As he coughed out a white stone , the smell in the toilet is stronger.
Before he found us, we hid in the room and closed the door. Zhou Yong looked at me and said, "Brother Xu, he was there when there was trouble at Kangren Hospital in the afternoon"!
Nodding, saying he sees it - and this dude is the source of the stink.
Zhou Yong said yes: "Is he sick? He coughed up white stones."
I took out my mobile phone, checked it, and found a disease that can be completely matched - tonsil stones.
People with this disease will have white lumps in the throat and emit a foul odor, and one of the causes of this disease is due to drug factors - prescription drugs such as painkillers, anticancer drugs, and anesthetics, which are easy to cause. Tonsil stones.
These drugs are prone to side effects such as dry mouth. The tonsils are not protected by saliva. When calcified food remains in the mouth, tonsil stones are formed.
Long-term use of anti-cancer drugs or Du Leng Ding can cause this disease. According to the situation in this hotel, that guy either has cancer or is a drug addict.
This is very much in line with our investigation.
Zhou Yong and I stayed in this shabby hotel for three days, and we roughly figured out the situation - this is a cancer hotel, and the people who come to stay here are either terminally ill or the family members of terminally ill patients.
According to WHO statistics, more than 2.8 million people died of cancer in China in 2015, an average of 7,500 people a day. By 2020, 4 million people in China will develop cancer every year, and 3 million people will die from it. In 2030, this number will change. into 5 million and 3.5 million.
Many people flock to big cities like Beijing and Shanghai in order to survive and seek better medical conditions. However, in other places, medical insurance can reimburse less money, and the daily expenses in big cities are high, so their economic conditions are often inadequate.
The cancer hotel came into being when this group of people was looking for the cheapest place to stay.
Of course, there are occasionally a third type of people in the cancer hotel, the yellow-faced and skinny drug addicts—here, it’s easy to buy dolomine or morphine from cancer patients, when they are addicted to drugs and have no money. , for them, this is a good choice.
In the past three days, apart from the bad breath guy, I also saw several other people in the hospital who made trouble in the hospital. I want to know why they went to Kangren Hospital to make trouble, and I have to investigate again.
In order to obtain more information, I discussed with Zhou Yong and asked him to pretend to be a cancer patient, so that he could mingle with his neighbors in the name of his family.
Zhou Yong thought about it and said, "Then why am I pretending to be cancer?"
When I asked him about the testicular cancer, Zhou Yong became anxious: "Brother Xu, why don't you kill me directly? Can I play a dead man for you?"
If I can't say it, then it's stomach cancer. You roll on the bed, pretending to have a stomachache, and don't go out, so as not to let those troublemakers bump into people, after all, they have seen you.
Zhou Yong pretended to have stomach cancer and was lying on the bed all day, while I stopped by and listened to the complaints of the "neighbors".
On October 27, the wife of the next-door liver cancer patient, the eldest sister, stopped talking after chatting with me.
Ask her what happened: "Sister, if you have anything to say, just say it, there are no outsiders here"!
She nodded and asked if I was having financial difficulties.
I said that's for sure, there is no difficulty who lives here!
The eldest sister patted me and said, "Looking at you and your brother, you and your brother have lived here for several days, and haven't gone to the hospital for re-examination, and haven't bought medicine. You must be out of money, can't you be reimbursed by medical insurance?"
I went down the steps and said right: "My brother is sick, and now he can only take imported anticancer drugs, but they are too expensive. One bottle is more than 10,000 yuan, and the medical insurance does not pay for it."
She said that I understand you: "My lover's illness is also the case. When I see a doctor in Beijing, I can only pay a little when I go back to my hometown. If I have Beijing's medical insurance, I can pay more than 90% of the cost."
I said it would be of any use, and neither did we.
The eldest sister didn't follow up and asked me if I had a "special analgesic drug supply card", I said yes, she nodded, and said that you take this card, go to the hotel owner, give him the card, and he can help you get reimbursed .
I asked what kind of reimbursement, and the eldest sister said that it depends on what kind of reimbursement you want.
He can provide you with a Beijing social security card of similar age and appearance, impersonating hospitalization reimbursement, and spending less money. Or give you a high hospital bill, so that you can reimburse a little more money when you go back to your hometown, see what you want.
Pretending to be frightened, I said that this can't be done, eldest sister, it will be sentenced if someone finds out.
The eldest sister was very calm and said that it was generally fine: "My lover has been using it for two years, and there has been no accident, and in order to survive, who can control so much"!
After going back and thinking about it, I have roughly figured out how the owner of this cancer hotel makes money-although the hotel is very broken, it is still a loss-making operation according to the price of Beijing. But it doesn't matter, he can get the money back from other channels.
Cancer patients and their families would sell him their narcotics cards, and he used these drugs to take out a considerable amount of narcotics every year and sell them to addicts.
In addition, he will help cancer patients contact Beijing's "medical insurance", or create fake bills to make money.
I called the bald head and asked him to help me contact the scalper of Kangren Hospital. I bought a "supply card of narcotic drugs for pain relief" from him, and then sold it to the hotel owner.
In exchange, he gave me a set of Beijing social security card, along with an ID card, a 27-year-old boy who looks a little like Zhou Yong.
After selling the "anaesthesia card" to the boss, the patients and their family members in the cancer hotel completely let go of their guard against me. They even invited me to join their mutual aid association. Some old guests of the cancer hotel meet downstairs every night to discuss Find out about new cancer drugs and money-saving ideas, and help each other out.
When I attended the meeting for the first time, I deliberately brought up the topic of Kangren Hospital, saying that I heard that the hospital is good for treating gastric cancer, and I asked if I should take Zhou Yong there to see it.
As a result, several people stopped me, saying don’t, and I asked why, and they said there was something wrong with the hospital—many people were extorted from Kangren Hospital after using other people’s medical insurance to see a doctor or be hospitalized.
Someone called them and said they knew they were using other people's medical insurance, and if they didn't want to be reported to jail, they would give him 20,000 yuan.
I asked them if they had given the money, and they said, "What if you don't give it, you won't save money without TM, but you will lose money instead"!
At this time, the elder brother who had tonsil stones and bad breath coughed twice and said, but he can't forget it: "Stupid Kangren Hospital made it difficult for us, and we made it difficult for him"!
He told me that they found on the Internet that Kangren Hospital outsourced andrology to a Putian-based company. When going there for circumcision, the doctor would persuade the patient to do another dorsal penile nerve block operation to improve his Sexual ability, many people have an accident after this operation.
So they figured out a way to get a few terminally ill cancer patients to go to Kangren Hospital for that surgery, and then go to make trouble regularly—under the slogan of "losing their sex life", asking the hospital to compensate for the loss.
I was stunned when I heard it, and said it was worth it?
The big brother with bad breath said hi, is it worth it: "A few days later, it's better to make more money, even if it's a block for those grandchildren, it's worth it".
The next day, Zhou Yong and I left the cancer hotel, went to Kangren Hospital again, and found the scalper who sold the "anaesthesia card" to the bald head -- I thought about it carefully, and the bald head was taken away after a few days of use. 5,000 yuan is actually extortion in disguise, there must be something wrong with this scalper.
I threatened the scalper, saying that I would report him, and wanted him to admit to the extortion. The scalper said he didn't: "It was someone from the hospital who told me that it was investigated, and I was asked to pay for it."
When I asked who it was, the scalper said it was a person from the pharmacy. The medical staff can check the patient's medical insurance information on the computer. Every time he takes medicine, he will quietly compare the information to see if there is any problem with the person who took the medicine.
For example, the bald buddy, speaking in a strong Northeastern dialect, said to get his mother's medicine, but the fucking information is an old Beijing lady, which is definitely not right.
He found that the person who took the medicine did not match the person on the social security information, he would quietly record it, and then defraud or extort it afterwards, and the person who was deceived or extorted by him broke the law because he stole someone else's medical insurance card and broke the law. Don't dare to speak out.
I asked the scalper to take me to the pharmacy, and after pointing out what the man looked like, I called the police - the scalper wanted me to let him go, so I said don't think about it: "You must have participated, or the pharmacy's People blackmail that bald buddy, why do you have to inform you first?"
After the police came, they reported the sale of Durendin by the cancer hotel.
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