"Uncle, don't worry, I've been in the political arena for so many years. If you ask me to get a position for relatives and friends, I can't do it. But helping relatives and friends get a hospital bed in the capital, that's still possible."
Chen Feng said calmly.
"That's fine then."
Chen Tao no longer refused.
His nephew's sincerity was overwhelming. If he kept refusing, it would hurt the younger generation's feelings.
So, Chen Tao went to the Capital Hospital with Chen Feng.
Chen Feng's original idea was to register at the hospital lobby, and then after the specialist saw him, he could be admitted to the hospital.
He hadn't been to the Capital Hospital before, but that's how hospitals in Jiangcheng were.
Unexpectedly, upon entering the Capital Hospital lobby, Chen Feng realized he was wrong.
The entire lobby was crowded with people. After a brief inquiry, it was basically stated that they had been queuing since midnight.
This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that even after queuing since midnight, they couldn't get an appointment with a specialist.
The reason was simple: specialist appointments were all pre-booked internally.
These internal bookings were all taken by people with connections.
In China,
The best educational resources, the best medical resources... always belong to the privileged class.
Ordinary people want to have them?
Only in dreams.
This is also why China is trapped in a curse.
No matter how powerful China is, the common people are always at the bottom.
This is China's most profound drawback and must be changed!!!!
"Uncle, you were right. It's really hard to get admitted to the Capital Cancer Hospital."
Chen Feng said sheepishly to his uncle.
"It's normal. In today's society, good medical resources are prepared for those who are rich and powerful."
Chen Feng's uncle comforted Chen Feng.
"Uncle, how about I pay for a scalper's ticket..."
Chen Feng tested the waters.
"Forget it, scalper tickets can't get specialist appointments. The general appointments at the Capital Cancer Hospital are similar to those at Jiangcheng Hospital, so there's no need to go through such trouble."
Chen Feng's uncle replied.
The reality in the lobby of the Capital Cancer Hospital, coupled with his uncle's words, made Chen Feng feel very distressed.
China's political arena's turning a blind eye allowed society to be filled with unfriendliness towards the lower class in various fields.
Although China's economy has changed rapidly compared to ancient China, the discrimination and oppression of the lower class in Chinese society still exist.
This confirms the saying.
When prosperous, the common people suffer.
When fallen, the common people suffer.
No matter how China develops, the common people at the bottom of China always live a hard life.
It must be said that the Chinese political arena has problems.
Reform is necessary.
Otherwise, even if China develops for another hundred years,
It will not become a world power.
The reason is simple: the common people, who account for ninety percent of Chinese society, cannot enjoy the benefits brought by social development.
In such a China, where does the strong development momentum come from?
Putting that aside, he is currently only the Deputy Mayor of Mingshan City, a county-level city. Although he knows the problems in China's political arena and society, he can only endure it for now.
Only when he slowly gets promoted to the higher levels of China's political arena will he have the ability to carry out top-down reform of the Chinese political arena, making China truly powerful and surpass America. Let the Chinese people no longer be oppressed by a civilized and developed China, and let the Chinese people become the happiest people in the world.
For now, for his uncle's illness, he can only go with the flow and use his connections.
"Uncle, wait here for a moment. I'll make a call, and we'll get a specialist appointment soon."
Chen Feng said calmly.
"Chen Feng, let's forget it. The connections in the capital involve high-level figures in China's political arena, and it's not easy to get favors. I'll go back to Jiangcheng Hospital for chemotherapy."
Chen Feng's uncle advised Chen Feng.
"Uncle, don't worry. I've been in the political arena for so long, I do know a few people in the capital. Although I'm not yet familiar enough with these connections to make me soar in the political arena, it should be enough to help me get a specialist appointment."
After speaking, Chen Feng immediately called Wang Ziwei.
Wang Ziwei was also straightforward, telling Chen Feng to wait in the lobby of the Capital Cancer Hospital, and she would have a specialist from the Capital Cancer Hospital personally greet them.
"What did she say?"
Chen Feng's uncle asked instinctively after Chen Feng hung up the phone.
"Wait for two minutes. A specialist from here will come to find us."
Chen Feng said unhurriedly.
"Chen Feng, you really don't need to lie to comfort me."
Chen Feng's uncle advised Chen Feng.
Chen Feng smiled and did not reply to his uncle.
It's only two minutes, time passes quickly.
When the specialist comes to the lobby, his uncle will naturally believe it.
Just as Chen Feng's uncle was about to pull Chen Feng away from the Capital Cancer Hospital lobby, a doctor in a white coat walked towards them with a respectful expression.
"Mr. Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you."
The specialist extended his hand to Chen Feng with great respect for a handshake.
Chen Feng's uncle, standing beside him, was completely stunned.
My God, was his eyes hallucinating?
Professor Zhou Lifeng, a tumor specialist at the Capital Cancer Hospital, was actually being so respectful to Chen Feng.
You must know that Professor Zhou Lifeng only treated political bigwigs at the provincial governor level; he usually wouldn't even glance at anyone else.
"Chen Feng, what's going on?"
Chen Feng's uncle quietly pulled Chen Feng.
"Uncle, I've known Professor Zhou for a long time. We are friends. It's normal for friends to help each other."
Chen Feng told a lie.
His uncle was not involved in the political arena, and he wouldn't understand if Chen Feng explained about the Wang family in the capital.
"I see. By the way, Professor Zhou, when can I be admitted? Will it be after a week? If so, we'll go back first and return in a week. The expenses here in the capital are too high."
Chen Feng's uncle said earnestly.
He had heard that hospital beds at the Capital Cancer Hospital were very tight, and even with connections, one would usually have to wait for over a month.
"I just asked Professor Zhou, and he said you could be admitted now. However, I didn't agree."
Chen Feng replied word for word.
"What? You didn't agree? Chen Feng, do you know what you're saying? We finally have a chance to be admitted without waiting for a day, and you refused! Alas..."
Chen Feng's uncle said dejectedly.
If Chen Feng wasn't his nephew, he would have scolded him.
"Uncle, don't worry. The reason I asked Professor Zhou not to arrange for admission is mainly because you don't have late-stage lung cancer and don't need to be admitted. I told Professor Zhou to personally examine you and see if it's cancer. Professor Zhou is a top expert in oncology in China, so you should trust his words."
Chen Feng said calmly.
"What if it is late-stage lung cancer?"
Chen Feng's uncle whispered.
"If it turns out to be late-stage lung cancer, we can arrange for admission anytime. Don't panic, my relationship with Professor Zhou is quite good."
Chen Feng comforted his uncle.
Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, Chen Feng's uncle no longer hesitated and went with Professor Zhou Lifeng to the laboratory department.
They were busy for the whole day, and finally finished.
However, Zhou Lifeng did not directly tell Chen Feng's uncle the test results. He only asked Chen Feng to go to his office to discuss it as a family representative.
"Mr. Chen, I'm very sorry, but your uncle does indeed have lung cancer."
Professor Zhou Lifeng said seriously.
Chen Feng was stunned.
His uncle really had late-stage lung cancer?
How could that be?
Although he wasn't a divine doctor of Chinese medicine, he was very familiar with observing, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse, and he wouldn't make mistakes.
But the problem was that Zhou Lifeng was an absolute authority in China's oncology field, and his diagnosis was also unlikely to be wrong...