Director Qian of ICU is not at home. It is said that he went to the provincial capital to hold an academic conference.
But it doesn't matter whether he is here or not, the patient's blood pressure is maintained well. The diagnosis was clear, and the doctor on duty didn't have any special treatment. Routine analgesia and blood pressure reduction were enough.
After looking at the patient's condition, Director Pan waved his hand, surgery!
Zheng Ren habitually asked Director Pan to go back and rest while he prepared to give pre-operative instructions. Chang Yue is not here, so he can only do this kind of thing by himself.
Sitting in front of the office computer in the ICU, Zheng Ren was crackling the pre-operative instructions. A young nurse came over, her face was a little red, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zheng, when did you come back?"
"Arrived early in the morning."
The little nurse didn't pay any attention to the fact that Zheng Ren arrived in the early morning and started working directly. She summoned up the courage to ask, "Brother Yun is back too?"
"No, he is in the imperial capital." Zheng Ren continued to chatter.
The little nurse said "Oh" with some disappointment.
Zheng Ren was not attractive to her. Without Su Yun coming back, the enthusiasm of the young nurses for their work had dropped a lot.
Zheng Ren knew this very well, there was no comparison between himself and Su Yun.
There is nothing to be jealous of. Su Yun still wonders why his surgery was so good. Zheng Ren finished the pre-operative instructions, glanced at the patient's name, and went out with the doctor on duty to find the patient's family.
"Mr. Zheng, the patient's family seems a little strange to me. Please be careful." The doctor on duty in the ICU told Zheng Ren on the way.
"Well, I think there is something wrong, but it depends on the situation." Zheng Ren thought of the middle-aged woman's slightly cold face and the referral, and he knew it.
"Mr. Zheng, did you go abroad a few days ago?"
"Well, I went abroad to have a look." Zheng Ren said modestly, but everyone knew about the live broadcast teaching surgery.
The modesty at this time seemed like pretentiousness.
The doctor on duty lamented that it was difficult for him to publish an article with Chinese prefixes. Mr. Zheng went abroad for surgery. The gap between them was like the gap between heaven and earth.
There was a noise, crying, and chaos outside the door.
Zheng Ren felt nervous. As he walked carefully, he picked up the pre-operative instructions and reviewed them again.
No problem, I wrote many of the rarely-occurring points myself. Besides, my level of intervention has reached its peak. There really is no one who can do surgery better than me.
Even so, Zheng Ren was a little uneasy.
He opened the door and was shocked to see an old lady in her seventies quarreling with the cold-faced woman who had followed him.
The curse words were vulgar, and the two looked at each other like two angry tigresses, neither of them willing to take a step back.
If there weren't other people around, they might have been fighting together.
Zheng Ren's hands were a little numb, and even a doctor with rich clinical experience like him had no idea what to do.
The doctor in the ICU wanted to hide when he saw it. He didn't want to get involved in such household matters if he could. You can wait until they are tired of arguing before communicating, otherwise, they may get into trouble.
But Zheng Ren couldn't hide. The patient had aortic dissection. If everything was fine, it would be normal for him to survive for a day or two. But if something happened, he might be dead by now.
This kind of thing happens all the time, and there is no time to wait for them to finish arguing.
"Ahem! Shen Hua's family members! Someone who can sign!" Zheng Ren raised his voice and said standing aside.
Neither of the two women paid attention to Zheng Ren, and they didn't even hear what they said. They were still arguing and scolding each other.
"Shen Hua is going to die, why are you arguing?" Zheng Ren raised his voice again.
They say it doesn’t matter if you speak loudly, but in many cases this is not the case. The louder the voice, the more powerful it will be. Otherwise, Zheng Ren could achieve this effect if there were more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits standing behind him.
But it’s hard for doctors to be so powerful now. There’s nothing we can do about it.
Zheng Ren's voice interrupted the quarrel between the two. The two tigresses turned their heads and looked at Zheng Ren with eager eyes.
"Who are you? Shen Hua is fine, why is he about to die!" The middle-aged woman roared: "It's just your city's No. 1 Hospital that wants money for death and won't allow referrals no matter what!"
"It's not you. If you hadn't forced Hua Zi, would you have jumped off the building in the middle of the night? My miserable son!" The old lady said and started to howl.
It was a mess, and Zheng Ren felt a stabbing pain in his head.
"It's not that the transfer is not allowed. If you sign now, you already know that the patient suffers from aortic dissection. The family strongly requests the transfer. They also express that they know that the patient may die at any time and are responsible for all consequences. Write this line again, Sign your name and leave at any time, no one will stop you!" Zheng Ren's voice rose again, and his throat hurt a little.
Overwhelming the opponent's momentum and still standing on the basis of reason, Zheng Ren has no possibility of losing.
Shen Hua's lover lowered his voice and began to change the topic.
Zheng Ren is also very helpless. The patients are like this, and no one in the two immediate family members is doing anything serious... Grassroots work is really difficult to do.
It would be great to have Chang Yue here at this time. He can be the uncle and leave this matter to Chang Yue.
Who cares how she handles it, as long as Chang Yue can handle it in the end.
But now, he was about to rush forward, Zheng Ren sighed.
"A relative of Shen Hua, are you his lover? Are you his mother?" Zheng Ren asked directly with a cold expression and a firm tone, with unquestionable authority.
"Shen Hua's condition is very serious. He needs a stent to save his life. Come with me and make pre-operative instructions now." Zheng Ren said and walked to the room next to him.
There is a camera here. Zheng Ren looked up at the camera first and felt slightly relieved when he saw that the doctor on duty had activated it.
Sitting on the chair, it feels a little cold. Zheng Ren didn't care so much. He tapped the pre-operative instructions with his fingers and thought about the complicated relationship between the patient's mother and his lover.
It is estimated that the patient named Shen Hua was the type who suffered from splinting. He was forced by his mother and his lover on the one hand, and if he was a little more cowardly, he could only commit suicide by jumping off the building.
And the two immediate family members are still arguing.
This kind of thing is the most troublesome.
When the two of them quarreled, they both acted like I was doing it for Shen Hua. But when it comes to responsibility and signing, basically no one comes.
They will have countless questions. At this time, they must take pictures and keep all evidence.
It seems absurd to have patients on the verge of life and death while also having to deal with such trivial matters, but this is part of a doctor's job.
But this part of the work is the most exhausting.
Zheng Ren was a little distracted, but Mayo was better. The figure of Wu Hui walking out of the Mayo Clinic in despair, clutching his stomach, is so clear in retrospect.