It must be because of Boss Zheng that the provincial hospital uses Changfeng's consumables. This is definitely the reason for the liver and gallbladder in the imperial capital.
On the second day after arriving in Changfeng, Liu Xiaojie "quickly" found the cause of the matter. It's just that she still can't completely believe that these things are beyond her knowledge of the world.
A few hours passed by in vain.
Zheng Ren contacted Su Yun in the car, but Su Yun was eating and drinking with Zhao Yunlong and others. He just said a few words to Zheng Ren and that was it.
It seems that everyone is living a good life without having to work hard, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Originally he wanted to go back to Palme d'Or directly, but he was worried about Director Miao, so Zheng Ren softly asked Xie Yiren and went directly to 912.
Feng Xuhui drove Professor Liu to find a hotel to stay in, but did not follow him.
Arriving at the ICU, Zheng Ren walked in quietly and saw President Yu sitting on the chair next to the bed, dozing off. The numbers displayed on the monitor told Director Zheng Renmiao that his condition was relatively stable.
The red color in the system panel has also faded slightly, and it seems that the condition has improved. The worst complications such as cerebral hemorrhage and DIC did not occur.
so far so good.
Zheng Ren glanced at Director Miao. He was intubated and connected to countless instruments and circuits. He used mechanical power to carefully protect his fragile life so that this weak flame of life would not go out.
Director Miao is a little thin. I don’t know whether it is his own subjective feeling or because he has not eaten for 2-3 days and only had high intravenous nutrition.
But this was nothing. Zheng Ren gently touched Director Miao's pale face, then turned and walked to the doctor's computer and started looking for Director Miao's latest test results.
In two days and hundreds of tests, Zheng Ren started from the very beginning.
After nearly half an hour, Zheng Ren read the laboratory test sheet again. The overall condition can be said to be that the recovery is very fast, which may be related to the timely operation; or it may be related to the rescue at all costs by the 912 Hospital.
In the past two days, there have been eight consultations in the hospital alone, and almost all members of the health care team participated... Of course, except Zheng Ren, Su Yun did not seem to participate.
Many experts from outside the hospital also came, and the treatment results were satisfactory, which almost represents the highest level of medical technology in the country.
Zheng Ren silently closed the workstation, feeling a little calmer.
If there were no special circumstances, Director Miao should be considered alive, Zheng Ren was sure of this.
All that's left is time to smooth over the physical and mental wounds. There is no better medicine in this world than time.
There was no communication or conversation. Zheng Ren walked out of the ICU in silence.
That's it, at least for now, the situation is quite satisfactory. Zheng Ren took a deep breath and felt that there was still some negative energy in his body. He should wait for it to dissipate before getting in the car.
Zheng Ren did not want to pass on these negative energies to Xiao Yiren.
In his opinion, as long as he sits in that Volvo with its bulging front and rear, he is going home. Do not bring any negative emotions such as tiredness into the car.
Because of Director Miao's incident, I lost my temper for the first time. But Zheng Ren is awake now. He left a message to Xiao Yiren and walked leisurely in the hospital.
Although he returned to Haicheng and underwent many surgeries without taking a proper rest, Zheng Ren now feels full of energy.
I really have a hard life, thinking about it, Zheng Ren smiled.
Unknowingly, when I arrived at the outpatient clinic, there were many people lined up in the lobby on the first floor, all coming to register.
There are so many people who can't afford scalpers, and this is a way for them to get a new life. Many people came with bedding. Zheng Ren knew that they were not necessarily patients. They might just be the scalpers' subordinates who were only responsible for registration. (Note 1)
Looking at the people registering, Zheng Ren thought of Wu Hui. Diagnosis and treatment may be delayed in community hospitals, but high-level doctors cannot save everyone. But who can say well what is right and wrong
Looking at it, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed that the system panel suddenly turned bright red.
Someone is seriously ill!
Zheng Ren walked towards the bright red background. When he got closer, he saw a set of tattered mattresses spread on the marble floor of the clinic, with a woman of about forty years old lying on it. Her face was red, probably due to fever.
Her hair was disheveled and it was obvious that it had not been washed for a long time and was a little oily and dirty. The man's hand gently brushed her cheek. Although he seemed rude to himself, he was full of love for the woman.
The diagnosis of this big pig's hoof in the system this time was very confusing. At least in Zheng Ren's opinion, it was post-appendectomy, chronic infectious peritonitis, peritoneal effusion, and multiple organ malformations.
There are many diagnoses, nothing too special.
As for multiple organ malformations, the one that people have heard of the most is the Mirror Man. That is, the organs on the left side are on the right side, and the organs on the right side are on the left side.
Zheng Ren also heard people say that the heart was in the abdominal cavity.
He is already over 40 years old. Even if he has organ deformities, it is nothing. If it were serious, the person would have died long ago, and it is absolutely impossible to live to such an old age.
But what's the problem? Judging from the color of the system panel, if this person had waited to register, his condition would have been even worse, and he wouldn't even have had a chance for surgery.
"Where are you from? Are you queuing up here to register?" Zheng Ren walked over, squatted down, and asked.
A bearded man looked arrogant, glared at Zheng Ren, and said: "If you don't have money to buy a high-priced registered ticket, get out!"
Zheng Ren smiled and didn't care. This person probably thinks of himself as a trafficker, that's why he is so arrogant.
But it’s also very difficult. I’m wearing casual clothes, what should I say? If you say you are a 912 doctor, will others flock to you for treatment
Doing this made him feel a little uncomfortable, so Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.
"I'm not a fortune teller, I'm a fortune teller." Zheng Ren said nonsense.
The bearded man looked at Zheng Ren with a puzzled expression.
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Zheng Ren still wanted to talk nonsense, but someone next to him scolded: "There are too many masters here. Which sect are you from? Tell me and listen."
At first glance, this person is a scalper who stayed up late waiting in line, smiling and passing the time by himself. Zheng Ren didn't care, moved closer to the beard, and whispered: "The patient came to the imperial capital because his condition did not improve after the appendicitis operation, and he still had a persistent fever. Treatment in your local hospital had no effect."
The bearded man's eyes widened and he looked at Zheng Ren in astonishment, and then his eyes flickered a little, as if he saw hope.
"Grandmaster… "
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Note 1: This was the situation many years ago. It has been a long time since I went to Imperial Capital or a large tertiary hospital. It is said that the situation is slightly better now? However, this paragraph is set out in the outline and is described as such. Please forgive me.