The only thing to say is that this family didnât bring the pregnant woman for regular check-ups on time. She stayed at home until she was about to give birth and then rushed to the emergency room screaming for help.
"C-sections are too expensive; we canât afford it, doctor. And after a C-section, there will be hospital fees, and we definitely canât afford that. So, please, doctor, find a way to make her have a natural birth. Actually, I didnât want this child from the start; I wanted her to have an abortion, but she didnât go through with it." The patientâs husband complained about his wife being too troublesome while pulling out a cigarette box from his pocket.
The childâs father can afford to smoke but canât afford to save his wife and child. The childâs mother wasnât willing to give up the little life, even if the father didnât want it. She tried her best to keep the child, and now it has come down to life and death.
This is why the other side of the hospital is called a living hell; now everyone should understand.
With such a stance from the husbandâs family, the patientâs own mother, who could take charge, was there. When Doctor Peng looked over for the patientâs family, the patientâs mother turned away, her eyes red, not saying a word. What could she say, as she also didnât have money for her daughterâs C-section?
How poor can a poor family be? A few thousand, even tens of thousands, for a C-section is an astronomical figure for them, unthinkable.
"Iâll pay for it," said Doctor Peng. Anyway, as a doctor, she couldnât stand by and watch the patient die.
"Youâll pay for it?" The patientâs husband pointed at her, the doctor, and laughed as if he had heard a joke. "Are you really going to pay for the C-section for us? What about the hospitalization fees after that? Iâve heard that children born from C-sections are not as good as those from natural births. If the child has issues, will you also pay for the treatment?"
Doctor Peng held back her anger, encountering such an unreasonable person for the first time in her life, clenching her teeth and asking, "Are you trying to blame the hospital?"
"Blame your hospital? Iâm not blaming you. You were the one who said you would pay for her treatment," the husband responded.
"Are you a man? Sheâs your wife, and the child in her womb is your child."
"I am a man, thatâs true. So if anything happens to my wife and child, your hospital must compensate and pay with their lives," the patientâs husband glared fiercely at Doctor Peng.
Standing behind her colleague, Doctor Zheng raised her hand to cover her forehead; the situation in front of her was far more difficult than the questions sheâd posed to Doctor Peng before.
Doctor Peng was truly exasperated: "Havenât I told you? She canât deliver naturally; itâs not our hospitalâs fault. Youâre the one forcing her and the child to their death."
"Iâve brought her and the child to your hospital. Whether they live or die is your hospitalâs responsibility, not mine."
Seeing that this man was completely unreasonable and time couldnât be wasted, Xie Wanying tugged on Doctor Zhengâs clothes and said, "Teacher, the immediate priority is to get her mother into the delivery room to see her daughter. We can persuade her mother to sign the consent form. Weâll help with the money."
If Doctor Zhengâs mind was wrestling with it, clearly Student Xieâs suggestion was correct. They couldnât waste time with such an asshole and needed to find another way in. She glanced at the student: remained calm enough.
While Doctor Peng was entangled with the husband, Xie Wanying and Teacher Zheng quickly slipped the patientâs biological mother into the dressing room.
The mother definitely had feelings for her daughter. Seeing her daughterâs face looking so pale, the patientâs mother cried out loudly, "If your father or brother were here, I would have them beat up that bastard."
"Come. Sign the form." Doctor Zheng took the pre-surgery consent form and hurriedly handed it to the patientâs mother to sign.
"I canât. I donât dare to sign it without my husband here."