Scalper's Profiteering

　　Father Jing lowered his head and glanced at his watch: "It took about twenty minutes for you to go to the toilet."

　　Jing Xiaoran looked serious, twisted his Xiaoxiao face, and said, "There are too many people. Wait a while."

　　"Really? A lot of people?" Jing Fu asked with a smile.

　　Jing Xiaoran nodded.

　　"Brother," Xiaoxiao leaned over to Jing Xiaoran's ear and whispered, "I forgot to tell you, my dad also went to the toilet just now."

　　Jing Xiaoran was taken aback, the smile on his face stopped abruptly, and he raised his head to find that Jing's father was looking at him weirdly.

　　"Ah...this..." Jing Xiaoran said haha, and didn't forcefully explain it, otherwise this matter will get darker and darker.

　　Jing's father did not continue to question either.

　　Because the train stopped at a temporary station this time, except for women with big waves and curly hair, no one was allowed to get off the train. The train soon started again.

　　After a four-hour journey, Jing Xiaoran's family finally reached the provincial capital-Fancheng.

　　As soon as I got off the train, a lot of drivers from black cars came forward to talk.

　　"Brother, where are you going?"

　　"I have a car, and I will leave when it is full!"

　　"Handsome guy, take a taxi. It's far from the city center and it's not easy to get to the car."

　　Jing Xiaoran shook his head and refused one by one. He was very familiar with Fancheng. He had studied in Fancheng for five years at university. Although graduate students studied in Kyoto, he returned to Fancheng after graduation and worked in the emergency department of Fancheng Central Hospital.

　　There are only four subway lines at this time, and in a decade or so, there will be as many as a dozen subway lines in Fancheng.

　　Except for some infrastructure, the whole Fancheng has not changed significantly in more than ten years. In other words, there are now fewer cars and high-rise buildings. There are no takeaway brothers everywhere, and there are no QR codes scattered on the streets and alleys.

　　Jing Xiaoran took the subway and took Jingfu and Xiaoxiao to the Provincial Children's Hospital.

　　"Xiao Ran, have you been to Fancheng before? Why don't I remember?"

　　Because of work, Jing's father has been to Fancheng many times, but Jing Xiaoran seems to be more familiar with it than he is.

　　Jing Xiaoran knew exactly where there was a subway station and which station to get off at.

　　"I checked the information before I came, and I am familiar with the Provincial Children's Hospital." Jing Xiaoran touched the back of his head, his face twitched unnaturally. Dad's recent focus is a bit strange.

　　Jing's father nodded suspiciously, and stopped asking.

　　A family of three checked into a hotel opposite the Provincial Children's Hospital. After packing their luggage, the family ate lunch and went to the Provincial Children's Hospital.

　　It was almost noon, and the outpatient department of the Provincial Children's Hospital was on lunch break. Jing Xiaoran visited the outpatient registration center and found that almost all the doctors' numbers had been hung up.

　　This is also the normal state of Huaxia University Hospital, and the number of experts and directors in many major hospitals is hard to find.

　　Usually, after the registration window is opened, all the numbers of experts or directors will be robbed in less than ten minutes.

　　The Department of Cardiac Surgery of Provincial Children's Hospital is among the best in the country, especially every Wednesday there are special experts who visit, so it is difficult to get the number of the Department of Cardiac Surgery of Provincial Children's Hospital.

　　"Dad, there's no number now. I'll be in line for registration tomorrow morning." Jing Xiaoran looked at a screen in the outpatient hall, which showed that all pediatric cardiology numbers were gone, and even the number of the attending level was gone.

　　"Oh, that can only be the case." Jing Fu sighed, the path to seeking a doctor was very difficult, and just the registration process was a waste of energy.

　　Jing Xiaoran has made preparations for staying in the hotel for a long time. It may take a lot of time from registering to getting a bed in the hospital, not to mention the time it takes to arrange the operation and the recovery period after the operation.

　　The next day, the sky was still bright, and Jing Xiaoran arrived at the registration hall early.

　　As soon as he walked into the door, Jing Xiaoran saw a long registration line crookedly extending from the registration window to the corridor.

　　"so many people!"

　　Jing Xiaoran didn't expect to go out at five o'clock, but he still came late. But now there is no other way but to stand behind the team.

　　He saw many people still holding folding chairs, because the registration window had not yet been opened, they were sitting directly on the chairs to rest, and some people even slept on the floor with newspapers.

　　"Hey, buddy, when did these people come in line? Only when did they come." Jing Xiaoran patted the shoulder of a middle-aged man in front of him.

　　The middle-aged man turned around and said, "Oh, they, we can't compare. They lined up at one or two in the morning. Some people even slept in this outpatient hall at night, and they just lined up if they won."

　　The middle-aged man is a bald head, about 40 years old, with a half-finger scar on his right ear.

　　Jing Xiaoran was surprised. He rarely registered in his previous life, and his general minor problems were directly let his colleagues in the department take a look. He really didn't expect the registered person to be so crazy.

　　"It's like this every day in the registration hall?" Jing Xiaoran asked again.

　　"Of course, this is their job. There is no food if you don't work, right?" The bald man smiled, showing his mouth full of yellow teeth.

　　"Their job?" Jing Xiaoran knew, "Are they scalpers? Ticket sellers?"

　　"The little brother reacted very quickly, don't tell me if you see it through!" the bald man whispered.

　　Jing Xiaoran was helpless. These ticket dealers, from the old train tickets and movie tickets to the hospital registration tickets and concert tickets, are really not selling without tickets, which can be called a social cancer.

　　"Little brother, which department do you want to hang?" the bald man asked aloud.

　　"Pediatric Cardiac Surgery." Jing Xiaoran said.

　　"Oh, it's really hard to hang up the number of your department!" The bald man glanced at the length of the line in front. "Based on my experience, it is estimated that it is difficult for you to hang up today."

　　"Your experience? Do you come often?" Jing Xiaoran said.

　　"Hey, since you came to the Provincial Children's Hospital, you naturally know that the heart surgery of this hospital is very famous!

　　"Let me tell you that. In this registration hall, except for the scalper ticket dealers, everyone else has come from all over the country, and most of them are for pediatric cardiac surgery."

　　"Do you think you can still register?"

　　Looking at the crowds in front, it is estimated that a half of them are in pediatric cardiac surgery, and there are only so many numbers every day, Jing Xiaoran knows that they probably won't be able to register today.

　　"Hey, but little brother, listen to me!" The bald man suddenly hugged Jing Xiaoran's shoulder, "If you are in a hurry, I have a number here, and you can transfer it to you at a low price."

　　Jing Xiaoran was a little speechless.

This man who has been chatting with himself for a long time is also a scalper ticket seller!　　"Hey, brother, I'll give you a 20% discount, how about a speculative chat with you?" The bald man laughed.

　　"How much?" Jing Xiaoran calmly patted the bald man's hand on his shoulder.

　　"The best in the expert level, this number." The bald man stretched out four fingers.

　　"Four hundred?" Jing Xiaoran asked in surprise.

　　The normal registration fee for expert-level doctors in the Provincial Children's Hospital is 80 yuan, which is directly increased by 50 times!

　　But the bald man stared at Jing Xiaoran like a fool, and then said: "Four thousand! I mean four thousand!"

　　"Huh?" Jing Xiaoran's eyes widened, and even suspected that there was a problem with his ears, "Four thousand?"

　　This group of scalpers is simply desolate!

　　A full 80 yuan expert number was fired up to four thousand! Fifty times over!

　　"That's right!" The bald man took it for granted, "Did you see that person?"

　　The bald man pointed to the front of the team, "The man in the black shirt looks like a dog. He sold for four thousand five! I'm much better than him."

　　Jing Xiaoran's mouth curled, you two are almost all right, it's really black-hearted.

　　"Which doctor's number is your four thousand number?" Jing Xiaoran asked.

　　"Of course it is Huang Xiaobin, Director of Cardiac Surgery!" said the bald man. "He is a candidate director of Pediatric Cardiac Surgery of the China Medical Association! Brother, do you know what a director is?"

　　Of course Jing Xiaoran knows what a chairman is.

　　The directors of the Medical Association can be said to be in addition to academicians, they are the top in this field, absolute authority.

　　Although Huang Xiaobin is only a candidate for the chairman, usually as long as the current chairman resigns. He will automatically take up the post, which means that Huang Xiaobin is one of the most authoritative experts in China's pediatric heart medicine field.

　　"You sell so expensive, will anyone buy it?"

　　The bald man snorted disdainfully: "You said money can buy life?"

　　"Many times, money really can't buy life."

　　"But there are some diseases that only these experts can see. If you hang up his account, you have hope of living. Do you think this is a life-saving?"

　　"No matter how expensive this number is, someone still buys it, rich people will buy it, well-off homes will buy it, even people who are too poor to open the pot will buy it!"

　　Jing Xiaoran was silent, and his heart was full of sadness.

　　In his previous life, he was in the medical system, and he had heard a little about these things, but he didn't feel the same.

　　Although the words of the middle-aged man seem to make sense, who is the last group of people injured?

　　It is the broad masses of the people of China! Four thousand yuan is nothing for a wealthy family, but for ordinary people, four thousand yuan is a few months' salary.

　　The rich, regardless of minor illnesses or serious illnesses, enjoy high-quality medical resources.

　　And the poor, except those who are really desperate and have no cure, who wants to spend four thousand to register?

　　And, who is the final beneficiary?

　　Did the doctor get the registration fee? No, these scalper ticket vendors are all cheaper.

　　"The hospital doesn't care about you?" Jing Xiaoran said.

　　"Haha!" The bald-headed man laughed in a low voice, "In this registration hall, there are no less than 30 scalper ticket dealers. What do you let the hospital do?"

　　"Even if the police catch a batch, it will be released after a while. The team of scalper ticket dealers will only grow stronger."

　　"Even, do you think the hospital has nothing to do with these scalpers?"