Chapter 577 Find a way for Yang Xiaohua
He frowned, sighed softly, and continued to talk:
"Jianguo and I tried our best to persuade her on the rooftop and persuaded her in the ward, but these were only temporary solutions. We all knew that the reason she was in such a desperate situation was because of her father's illness."
"What kind of difficult and complicated disease does her father have? What kind of special medicine does he need to save his life? How much does the medicine cost? If we don't figure out these key information, we won't be able to help her fundamentally."
Zhao Shuzhuo said that the more excited he became, the more his hands unconsciously gestured in the air:
"I've been thinking in my mind that we have to act quickly and solve her father's problem. This is the key to helping her."
"If we just sit there and wait for her injuries to heal, she might become desperate and think of committing suicide again when she thinks of her father struggling on the brink of life and death and that she cannot afford the high medical expenses."
"By then, all our previous efforts will be in vain. Director, you work in the hospital, you have a lot of knowledge and connections."
"You must give me some advice on how we can help Xiaohua overcome this almost impossible obstacle."
At this time, Zhao Shuzhuo's eyes were full of anticipation, hoping that Director Zhou could provide some useful information so that Yang Xiaohua, who was in trouble, could see a glimmer of hope.
Director Zhou listened quietly to Zhao Shuzhuo's words full of anxiety and expectation. His expression became more and more solemn, as if shrouded in a thick haze.
After a long time, he slowly raised his hand and rubbed his forehead heavily several times. Then, he sighed deeply, and the sigh was full of helplessness, regret and deep powerlessness.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Zhao Shuzhuo, his eyes full of embarrassment. He stammered a few times before slowly speaking:
"Comrade, everyone sees your kindness and knows that you really want to help Xiaohua. But it's not that our hospital doesn't want to take care of Xiaohua's father's matter. We just can't do anything about it."
Director Zhou paused, his eyes wandering, as if he was recalling every detail of his past efforts to help Xiaohua's father. He then continued:
"You know what? The medicine Xiaohua's father needs is not ordinary. It is not only a Western medicine, but also has a very special channel for obtaining it. Currently, it is only available in the army."
"Our hospital has inquired and contacted many people to see if we can help Xiaohua's father get the medicine through formal channels, but every time we have come back empty-handed."
At this point, Director Zhou frowned even more tightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little. He continued:
"And the price of this medicine is ridiculous! Let me tell you this, even an average wealthy family with a solid financial situation doesn't have to worry about food and clothing on a daily basis."
"Faced with such sky-high drug costs, one has to consider one's own wallet. It may not be easy to afford it, let alone someone like Xiaohua."
"The family has been devastated and has gone through so much misfortune. It is financially stretched and cannot afford to pay this money."
Director Zhou paused again, his eyes looking out the window, as if he was escaping from this cruel reality, or as if he was looking for some ray of hope. After a while, he turned his head and his voice became deeper and deeper:
"There is another most critical and worrying reason, which is that even if we try our best and really get this special medicine, Xiaohua's father's condition may not get better."
"Medicine is sometimes so cruel and full of uncertainty. We doctors can only judge and treat based on our existing experience and knowledge."
"But some diseases are so stubborn that even the best medicine may not achieve the desired effect."
He shook his head helplessly, his face full of frustration:
"Everyone in our hospital, from doctors to nurses, from leaders to logistics, sympathizes with Xiaohua's situation and has extended a helping hand to the best of their ability."
"We have waived all the fees that can be reduced, including bed fees, nursing fees, examination fees... everything you can think of has been waived."
"We were hoping to lighten Xiaohua's burden and give her a break, but now, faced with such a difficult situation, we really don't know what to do."
After Director Zhou finished speaking, he let out another long sigh, and his entire body seemed to be drained of all its energy in an instant. He slumped in his chair, staring ahead with empty eyes, and fell into deep confusion and helplessness.
Zhao Shuzhuo sat quietly opposite Director Zhou, his brows furrowed and a serious expression on his face. After listening to Director Zhou's complaints full of helplessness and sadness, he felt as if a heavy rock was pressing on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his eyes showing deep powerlessness. He could only nod helplessly at Director Zhou. That slight movement seemed to carry all his unspeakable emotions.
He stood up slowly. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and every step he took seemed extremely strenuous.
Zhao Shuzhuo dragged his feet and moved towards the door step by step. His heart was full of compassion for Yang Xiaohua's fate. He also knew that the difficulties he would face next would become more and more difficult.
When he stretched out his hand and opened the tightly closed door, the dazzling white light from the corridor instantly poured in, shining on his slightly tired face, but failed to dispel the gloom in his heart at all.
As soon as I went out, I saw Wang Jianguo walking towards me hurriedly, holding a few steaming lunch boxes in his arms. It seemed that he had just come back from buying food.
Wang Jianguo obviously also saw Zhao Shuzhuo at a glance, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face for a moment. Then, he took two steps at a time and ran towards Zhao Shuzhuo at high strides. He looked so anxious as if he was afraid of missing some important information.
When Wang Jianguo ran to Zhao Shuzhuo's side, he was breathing heavily, his eyes full of concern and confusion, and he blurted out a series of questions:
"Brother Shuzhuo, why did you come out of Director Zhou's office? Did something happen? Did Secretary Dong…"
At this point, Wang Jianguo's voice stopped abruptly, a trace of worry appeared on his face, and his eyes unconsciously looked in the direction of the ward, as if he was afraid of hearing some bad news.
He knew clearly that Secretary Dong was still recuperating in bed, and any slight disturbance could be a matter of life and death. Zhao Shuzhuo coming out of the director's office at this moment inevitably made him think a lot.