The next day, after class, I went straight to the clinic, and fortunately, there were not many patients. After talking to the nurse about my condition, she took down my Care Card number and told me to be patient. The doctor took a quick look at the wound and asked about the cause of the injury, and then finished the whole process in a hurry, and the nurse gave me a prescription at the end. The Canadian medical system is completely separate from medicine, which greatly reduces the possibility of doctors taking kickbacks. According to the prescription, you can go to any supermarket to get the medicine prescribed by the doctor. My prescription was for a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment, a small one that cost me 30 dollars, which was nearly 200 RMB according to the exchange rate at that time. But the medicine worked really well and left no scar at all, but I forgot to take the rabies vaccine.
My first visit to Vancouver didn't inspire me to do anything, which led me to procrastinate before my second visit.
The second time I experienced the Canadian healthcare system was when I was helping a friend move, and I accidentally flashed my back, which woke me up from the pain of turning over at night, making me unable to take care of myself for a week. I wanted to let my body recover naturally, but my mom ordered me on the phone to go to the doctor immediately, saying that she was afraid of hurting my spine and delaying my condition. I was a little scared to hear my mom's words, so I decided to choose a more complete medical equipment to go to the hospital to see the emergency room.
The hospital's Emergency Center (Emergency Centre) has a lot of patients, most of whom are elderly, but the medical staff is very small. The first thing I did was to talk to the staff at the Presentative (front desk) to briefly explain my condition and report my Care Card number. (Actually, there is a small hiccup here. Since I didn't take any classes this semester, and my health insurance had just expired and I didn't renew it, my Care Card had expired. In Canada, it's very expensive to go to the doctor without a Care Card, which doesn't have any identifying information such as name, photo, or gender, so I borrowed my roommate's Care Card and lied about his name to get to the doctor.) Seeing that no one cared about me anymore, I had no choice but to see that there were some seats not too far away, and many patients were waiting for their appointments, so I chose an unoccupied seat and sat down, looking at the ? Hundreds of life?
At this time the hall suddenly a commotion, a face full of blood Native (Indian) boy led by his mother rushed in. A fat white nurse greeted him and talked to the boy's mother for a while, which was something along the lines of the boy's head being broken by an unintentional hit from a ball at the baseball field, and the onlookers helping to give the boy first aid and stop the bleeding. When the fat nurse realized this, she slowly rotated her fat body to say something towards the Representative staff, and then like me, the boy sat down in the waiting area. Despite the fact that his hand continued to cover his still bleeding head, he still did not receive immediate medical attention as an emergency chart.
Time went by and many people were falling asleep for too long. At this time, the fat nurse came to the waiting area with a register softly shouted a name, see the third time when there is still no answer, the fat nurse rambled ready to return to the consultation area, an old woman who looks nearly 80 years old suddenly lifted up has been due to fall asleep and drooped down the head, looked straight at the fat nurse, mouth said: "Unbelievable. Then slowly get up and the fat nurse together into the consultation area, obviously, the old lady did not expect so soon to their own.
I don't know how much time I waited that day, but finally it was my turn.