Being a patient begins with being a prisoner. A wristband on which is a number indicates your identity—a patient in hospital—was worn around one of your wrists and from the very moment you have become a sign.
However, It's not easy to get such a wristband. It's a story of worries, waitings, anxiety, anger, helplessness, and something like that.
Before coming to the Goldencity, one of my students who works in the provincial city has helped to register with an outstanding doctor.
Everything seemed to be going well with the treatment or rather the operation. We were glad to hear the news and felt it relaxed about being received into the hospital and imagined that soon the process of treatment would began.
Upon our arrival, some of my students invited me to a meal of hotpot in Haidilao. It's a good chance to chat with them and to know about their jobs, family and lives. So I promised since I was not worried about whether we could get received into the inpatient department and get a sickbed. In my imagination, all these things would de done out of question.
We were wrong. Too many patients are here waiting for a chance to be received into the hospital and the patients registered with the same doctor have been listed to January 14th, which means I need to wait 8 days for the chance to be operated on!
It was lucky enough that the next morning I saw the doctor after a long wait. He checked the film report that Minqin Hospital made and firmly told me the polypus couldn't be cured unless it would be taken away. No medicine could make it disappear!
I agreed to the operation. I had no other options. The doctor is the dean of otolaryngology department, kind,soft,and serious. He gave us a certification of inpatient and asked us to have a nucleic acid testing before going to the inpatient department. No this testing, no inpatient. Seeing the doctor cost us less than three minutes and waiting to see the doctor cost us three hours. You can imagine how difficult it was!
We without delay came to the testing tent in the hope of being received into the inpatient department as soon as possible, which seemingly indicates a day earlier I could be operated on, at least we expected so!
Yeah, a day more here means more expenditure and suffering and less days for recovery before the next term begins. We all begin to feel uncomfortable with the meals bought in restaurants and we have not gotten equipment for cooking.…
It was nearly noon when my student Yangyang companied us for the testing in the queue. She urged us to have lunch while she stayed in the queue waiting for our turn. At that moment I was moved almost to tears.
Every minute seems so long.
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