The programmer and his woman

I rubbed my swollen temples and tried to concentrate. The surrounding scenes were blurry in front of my eyes. It was not until the car drove into the parking lot of the hospital that I gradually realized that I was in a car heading to the hospital. This car was not a police car that I was familiar with, but it was equipped with a radio device for communicating with the police. I observed the people in the car. Although they were dressed in plain clothes, the tone and content of their conversations revealed their close connection with the police.

There was a noisy sound coming from the radio, mixed with the conversation between the police and the people in the car. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully: "You should advance the medical expenses first. We have already controlled the truck driver. Don't worry, we will definitely pay the medical expenses."

The car slowly drove into the hospital's parking lot. I looked around and found that several similar vehicles had already arrived here in advance. The drivers were either supporting, lifting or pushing the vehicles towards the hospital.

Looking out the window, I could feel a heavy atmosphere. I heard that some of the injured on the bus were elderly people who had been diagnosed with multiple fractures when the accident happened, and the pain made them unable to speak; some were unconscious and their families and friends were anxiously waiting by their side.

A medical staff member came over and talked to the driver. I learned from their conversation that this hospital has a close cooperative relationship with the bus group, so the injured on the bus are usually sent here for treatment. Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

I followed other passengers to get off the bus and went to the hospital lobby. I saw some people were dissatisfied with the choice of this hospital, and they asked the police if they could change hospitals. However, the police's answer disappointed them. He explained that if they were treated here, the police would be responsible for paying the medical expenses; but if they chose to go to other hospitals, they would have to pay for this part of the expenses themselves. Hearing this, I realized that this seemed a bit abnormal, but I didn't understand why.

During the treatment, I found that the doctors here were extremely impatient with patients like us. A doctor cut my hair with a look of disdain, his movements were rough and quick, as if I was an insignificant object. A doctor next to him looked at the scissors in his hand and said worriedly: "Is it okay to cut like this? A lot of hair stubble has fallen into the wound." However, the doctor who was cutting my hair became even more impatient, and he responded rudely: "Oh, it's so annoying, bring the bottle of alcohol, I'll rinse it for him."

At this time, I heard him say in a daze: "Lean back, raise your head, hurry up, it's pouring on your face." I tilted my head back as he instructed, and saw him pour a whole bottle of alcohol directly on my head. The stimulation of alcohol made me scream in pain, and the pain was more severe than when I was hit by the car window.

The doctor started to shout again: "Hey, why are you shouting? How can I sew the stitches if you move around like this?" His tone was full of dissatisfaction and anger. At this time, another doctor beside him interrupted and said: "Why don't you give him an anesthetic? It will be too painful to sew the stitches without anesthesia, right?" Hearing this, I felt a little comforted. The doctor holding the needle put down the needle and thread in his hand irritably, "Oh, forget it, give him some anesthetic, it's so annoying." After saying that, he picked up the syringe and injected an injection into my scalp. After a while, the whole top of my head seemed to lose consciousness. I knew that the anesthetic was working.

After the stitches were done, the doctor put down the needle and said to me, "Okay, it's okay, you can go." I was stunned and asked in confusion, "Go? Where to go?" The doctor replied, "Of course, go back to where you came from." I asked in surprise, "I was hit like this, and you just sewed me up and sent me away?" The doctor asked indifferently, "Then what else do you want?" I said firmly, "Of course, ask the relevant responsible person to apologize and compensate."

Hearing me say this, the doctor was obviously stunned. He obviously didn't expect me to make such a request. He replied coldly: "It's no use for you to tell me." I said firmly: "Then ask the person in charge of your hospital to tell me." The doctor smiled disdainfully, "What? You still want to blame our hospital?" I answered firmly: "I can't be discharged from the hospital after such a collision. Your hospital must arrange for me to be hospitalized for treatment."

After a while, a doctor who claimed to be the head of the hospital came over. He looked at my wound and the examination report, and then said to me indifferently: "We have already understood your situation. It's not serious. No need to continue treatment. Go home." I was anxious when I heard it. "How dare you say that he is fine without any examination when he is injured like this?" I questioned loudly. Seeing that I was so persistent, he sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, take him to get a brain CT scan."

I was lying on the instrument waiting for the test, but when the doctor saw me, he showed a dissatisfaction on his face. He said coldly: "Oh, look at you, you made blood all over my machine, really." After that, he rolled his eyes, and then found a piece of cloth from the side and ordered: "Get up, get up." After I stood up, he wiped the blood vigorously. After wiping, he threw the cloth on it, "Lie down, and rest your head on this cloth to prevent it from getting blood on it again."

I was lying on the machine, feeling anxious and uneasy. I didn't know what the results would be, nor what to do next. At this moment, the doctor started to operate the machine for examination. After a while, he said, "Okay, get up and leave quickly. Look how dirty you made me."

I struggled to get up from the machine and was about to ask about the test results, but he continued, "Come and get the results in a while, go quickly." After saying that, he turned and left the CT room.

After waiting for a while, the test results came out. The instrument test results showed a concussion. I took the results to the hospital director. After looking at the results, he said: "This concussion is not a big problem. Generally, people who have such car accidents will have concussions. You just need to go back and rest for a while." I asked anxiously: "If there is any problem, will your hospital be responsible?" He was stunned for a moment and then said: "If you insist on being hospitalized for observation, we have no beds here, and you can only stay in the observation room."

While anxiously waiting for the results of the head CT scan, I suddenly realized that my legs had also been hit hard, and I felt pain when I walked. So I turned to the hospital director and said with a frown, "Doctor, I have problems with my legs now, and it's very difficult to walk."

The person in charge of the hospital glanced at me, and seemed to be somewhat disdainful of my worries. He said lightly: "Oh, it's okay, it may be stretched, it will be fine in a while. Go to the observation room to rest for a while and see how the situation is."

Although I was unhappy, I could do nothing about it. I had to endure the pain and limp towards the observation room in the direction he pointed. Every step I took, I felt a sharp pain in my legs, which made me frown.

Walking into the observation room, I found that several injured people were resting there. Next to my seat, there was a young couple. The girl didn't seem to have any external injuries, so she must have been sitting on the driver's side, while her boyfriend looked a little embarrassed, with stitches on his head and blood still oozing out.

The three of us smiled at each other, as if we all saw each other's helplessness and anxiety in each other's eyes. I took the initiative to chat with them and asked about their injuries and conditions. Through the conversation, I learned that the two of them came here from other places to work, and the boy worked as a steel bar worker on the construction site. This accident not only injured them, but also put their work in a difficult situation. They also wanted to find someone to seek an explanation, but they didn't know where to start.

Hearing about their experiences, I couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy and indignation. These innocent victims, who were hurt in the accident, had to face the irresponsibility and indifference of the hospital. I couldn't help but think of my own experience, and I became more determined to seek justice for myself and them.

The three of us started to discuss countermeasures and decided to report the situation to the relevant departments together to strive for due compensation and apology. Although we came from different places, we were all on the same front at this moment, fighting for our rights together.

On the bed next to me, there was a white-haired old man, his face was marked with traces of time, but he was still energetic. He observed the scenery outside the window and gave us young patients advice with his experienced voice.

“Young men, you don’t need to worry too much about the accidents that happened while riding the bus this time. Nowadays, all buses are insured. If something happens, the insurance company will naturally come out to compensate you.” His words revealed a calmness and composure, as if telling us that everything is under control.

Another young patient also joined the discussion. He didn't look much older than us, but he obviously had some knowledge of the law. "Yes, you can also seek legal aid. There are professional lawyers who will help you get justice." His voice was full of a sense of justice, which gave us victims hope.

We all expressed our gratitude to the two enthusiastic patients, and then quietly waited for the person in charge of the bus company to come and solve the problem. Soon, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked over, followed by several assistants, who were obviously the leaders of the bus company.

He first expressed his sincere apology to all the passengers waiting for him in the hospital corridor. Then, he took out his wallet and gave each of them 100 yuan in compensation. The uninjured passengers expressed satisfaction and left the hospital happily.

However, while we injured people were still waiting, the leader began to look a little impatient. He asked his subordinates about our situation, and when he learned that some of us were seriously injured and had been transferred to another hospital, and that another was diagnosed with multiple comminuted fractures, his brows furrowed.

"Why haven't those whose lives are not in danger been sent away yet?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

The subordinate replied cautiously: "The dean has tried his best, but they don't want to leave."

The leader was obviously not satisfied with the result. He frowned and asked, "How much did they spend on medical treatment?"

The subordinate thought for a moment and replied, "About three or four hundred yuan per person."

The leader's face became even uglier. He urged, "Tell the dean to send them away as soon as possible. We don't have the money to continue their treatment."

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously: "I heard that the situation this time is a bit complicated and difficult to resolve. How about you go and take a look yourself?"

The leader hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, take me to see it."

He followed his men into the ward, and his expression instantly became gentle and smooth. He saw the injured passengers, walked over with a smile, and said softly, "Oh, I'm so sorry, fellow passengers. Our bus company is also a victim in this incident, right? However, to express our apology and sincerity, we have just issued a compensation of 100 yuan to each passenger. Of course, we have to give an explanation to you, how do you think about this?"

Before I could even open my mouth, the young man next to me couldn't hold back his anger. He stood up suddenly and shouted, "What? Just give me a hundred dollars? I was hit like this. How can I still work in the future? Who will compensate for this loss?"

The leader looked unhappy, but he tried to remain calm and said to the young man, "Young man, I understand your emotions, but our bus company is also a victim. As victims, we can give you 100 yuan each, which is our sincerity."

The young man was so angry that he kept shaking his head and said, "No way! You have to at least compensate me for two months of lost wages, otherwise this matter will not end!"

When the leader heard this, his face darkened and his tone became stiff: "Did your brain get damaged? You still want two months' work loss compensation? That's wishful thinking! It's just the hundred yuan, take it or leave it if you want. If you don't want it, forget it."

He turned to look at me, as if trying to find some room for compromise from me: "What do you think?"

I took a deep breath, calmed myself down, looked at him and said, "This amount of compensation is definitely not enough, and we also need a sincere apology from you."

He couldn't help laughing when he heard what I said: "Hahaha, are your brains damaged? You want compensation? You want an apology? Fine, then go ask the truck driver for it. Why are you asking me? You really don't know what's good for you."

I angrily retorted: "As the carrier, you should be responsible for the safety of our passengers. In this accident, you have the responsibility to protect us from harm, but now you want to shirk responsibility. Is this reasonable?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Go find whoever hit you. Do you understand? OK?"