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- 1. Yan Qinghua, Qingdao Agricultural University
Qingdao Agricultural University Yan Qinghua
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My name is Yan Qinghua, I am 35 years old, male, Tujia nationality, and live in Group 3, Fengshan Village, Moshi Town, Changyang Tujia Autonomous County, Yichang City, Hubei Province. In recent years, I and my wife Yan Fen have been working as migrant workers in Guangzhou. My son Yan Shiyang is 9 years old this year. He stays at home and is looked after by his grandparents and is in the fourth grade of elementary school. He is a docile, studious and good boy with good grades.
Since mid-December 2014, her son Yan Shiyang complained of weakness in his neck and half of his arms. His mother, who was working outside and came home first, took him to Changyang County People's Hospital for a checkup on December 22 because it involved rural cooperation. According to the medical reimbursement system, I was admitted to the hospital and underwent a preliminary examination. After staying in the hospital for one day, there were no results. A doctor I knew suggested that I go to Yichang Central Hospital with better equipment for examination. On December 24, my Yangyang was admitted to the Department of Pediatrics of Yichang Central Hospital, accompanied by his mother and aunt, the doctor in charge was Kong Ting. Yangyang, who had just arrived in the new place, was still playing around, talking and laughing. After having a neck CT and three-dimensional imaging and confirming that the Changyang MRI examination had no results (it is said that this hospital has regulations for doctors, the examination fee must account for more than dozens of percent of all expenses), we were also asked to do a lumbar spinal puncture. examine. After a lumbar spinal puncture was performed at 11:30 on December 27, Yangyang became silent and depressed. After the examination, 4 bottles of medicine were administered on the day, and on the 28th, 9 bottles of medicine were administered without informing the family of any reason (the blood was not finished until the child died). At 5:20 in the morning on the 29th, Yangyang closed his eyes forever. Doctors and nurses came to rescue her for nearly an hour, but to no avail, and then they filled out a critical illness notice. I don’t know if there were any other documents for the mother of the child, who was crying unconsciously, to sign.
During the five days since I was admitted to the hospital, my family members asked the doctor many times for the results of the examination, and they all said things like, "It's not out yet," "I'm very busy, and I have to treat patients." In order to maximize efficiency and earn year-end bonuses, even the aisles were filled with bags. patient. The doctor in charge, Kong Ting, comes to visit around 10 o'clock every day, and the inquiry and examination lasts no more than 5 minutes.
During this period, not only were there no results, there was no recommendation to transfer to another hospital, nor were there any countermeasures. It was simply a delay in treatment.
What makes people even more sad and angry is the attitude of the hospital. There have been too many accidents in their hospital. They are indifferent to humble lives and are insensitive. Their medical skills and ethics have not improved until they have a mature set of coping methods.
Two or three hours after my Yangyang passed away, only the director of pediatrics came and said coldly, "Send him to the morgue." After that, no one showed up. Then someone from the Wanshouqiao Police Station in Wujiagang District came. Officer Deng came, left a phone number and asked to be sent to the morgue.
I was still in Guangzhou at this time and couldn't buy a train ticket back. Only a few helpless relatives were waiting for Yangyang. They told me the part before I came back with tears in their eyes.
At around 11 o'clock, other relatives who came after hearing the news asked Wang Min (male, 53 years old), the director of pediatrics, and said: "Why are you looking for us? Go to the police!" "I asked the doctor in charge, Kong Ting, and she said, "I need to calm down. "The bouncing child didn't die in the police station. Six hours after his death, no one from the hospital even came out to explain or comfort him! The angry relatives couldn't bear it anymore and started a fight, but they didn't expect that the hospital and the police station that were in trouble were well prepared. In addition to more than a dozen hospital security guards, there were more than 20 police officers and an unknown number of plainclothes officers. Some relatives had their photos and videos taken away by the police, but when they were returned after repeated requests from relatives, the information inside had been deleted. The police, who have an unbroken conscience, express sympathy, support and encouragement with subtle looks and various methods. Third, apply for a third-party medical appraisal, which requires an autopsy.
The hospital’s indifference was unacceptable to my relatives. In addition, I was still on the long-distance bus returning, so several relatives left the meeting angrily.
Several relatives were guarding my vagina in the ward, and no one in the hospital came to ask if I needed a glass of water or even a box of lunch. Relatives asked the hospital to provide ice to cool Yang Yang in the heated ward, but went unheeded. Several relatives brought ice cubes themselves, hoping that I could take a look at the child when I came back.
But what my kind and helpless relatives and friends did not expect was that at around 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, about 20 policemen and security guards suddenly rushed into the ward and held down Yangyang's uncles (all farmers). They took away their mobile phones, snatched away Yangyang, and locked the three relatives in an office in the hospital until about 8 o'clock on the 30th.
When they were released, they discovered that there were more than a hundred armed SWAT and police officers on the three floors inside and outside the hospital, as well as countless plainclothes and security guards.
I only bought a long-distance bus ticket from Guangzhou to Zhijiang City, Yichang, but I didn’t expect that they would find the village security director and two policemen from the town police station from my hometown, and get my phone number from my sister. I actually found the driver of the long-distance bus I was riding on. When the bus was still in Hunan, the driver received a call from someone who didn’t know where he was. He asked loudly, “Who is Yan Qinghua?” I didn’t answer. I got off at Zhijiang. I quickly changed cars after I got there, and turned off my phone and changed cars several times before arriving in Yichang. I didn't let a few police officers and the village security director waiting for me at the station stop me.
I saw my wife who was haggard and weak and was crying in tears, and my old mother-in-law who was already weak and dying. Then I went to the hospital, and under the leadership of the police, I went to the city funeral home and saw the little girl with a white face with purple eyes and half-open eyes. son! My poor son! My lowly, neglected son! My son who never rests in peace!
Looking at the layers of police and my helpless relatives and friends from a poor and isolated countryside, I gritted my teeth and went to talk to the hospital, but there was no one at the hospital anymore. Only legal advisers forced us to comply with their regulations. I don’t know if this regulation is legal, but I know that they delayed the treatment of my son and did not respond in time. There may also be so-called scientific reasons from the hospital. They did not explain their problems and just blindly treated them. They asked us to buy it privately or apply for appraisal. As we all know, the city’s mediation committee is drawn from doctors and related personnel, and even the higher-level accreditation agency is its own person in the health system! Who should judge the hospital’s attitude, delay in treatment, and mistakes in the treatment process?
We went to the city government, but on the afternoon before the New Year's Day holiday, only the Letters and Calls Office met us and informed the hospital, but the cold and insensitive lawyer still said the same thing.
The People’s Hospital no longer belongs to the people, at least not to humble and vulnerable farmers like us! The People's Police does not belong to the people, and we don't know whether the People's Government still belongs to the people!
We, who were named the only civilized city in Hubei Province in the past December, begged the city leaders to pay attention to us after returning to work on New Year's Day. The hospital and police are too powerful, and we have been overwhelmed. Come!
I know that we are being followed, our phone calls are being monitored, and our relatives and friends who helped us have been warned, but I don’t know if the government can force the people to rebel! I don’t know if those who threatened to ignore us were farmers three generations ago! Are you going to force me to go to extremes carrying gasoline? Do you want to force me to go bankrupt and spend ten to twenty years or even my whole life searching for the blue sky in the province and Beijing?
Our posts will be blocked soon. We kneel down and ask for help from kind-hearted people across the country. We hope you can help us repost, and hope you can give us warmth!
I kowtow to you!
Our phone number:
Yan Qinghua: 15171916222
Yan Fen (Yangyang’s mother): 13487241570
Qin Zhonggang (Yangyang’s uncle): 18671740076
Yan Jun (Yangyang) uncle): 13872586387
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