First
off, I do want to say that I’m sure that most everyone working in the medical
field here in Shanghai is very competent and very hard working. Despite the
rustic-looking interior and less-than-safe feeling environment one is met with
upon entering, I’m sure they do a fine job.
That
being said, there were some pretty bizarre aspects to this hospital. First of
all, if you want any help from the emergency room, you must pay up front. While
this wasn’t a huge inconvenience from Omar (though he did have to hobble across
the street to an ATM to pick up cash for an MRI scan), he told me that last
time he was there for a checkup, an individual came in carrying one of his
hands in a bag, having recently severed it from the rest of his arm; blood was
spurting everyone, yet the ER refused to admit him until he paid the fee.
Ridiculous.
Second,
inside the room where we found the first doctor there was an individual
smoking. Now I know China is more liberal about smoking inside in general, but we were in a hospital!! You just wanted
to look at him and say, “Are you kidding me??”
Finally,
whenever we were told to go to a different location in the building, they
wouldn’t tell us how to get there, they would just point in the general
direction. So naturally we came to an intersection of halls and we didn’t know
which way to go. Turns out we didn’t have to worry though: soon enough, a lady
came zooming up on here electric motorcycle-scooter-thing, the kind you see on
the road here all the time, and we could ask her for directions. This was inside! In a hospital.
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