"The family is really ready to give up?" Zheng Ren still didn't believe it.
"The diagnosis is not clear, the condition is quite special, and Director Zhang is not sure. The Circulation Department recommends observation and other tests." Su Yun spread his hands, "Because the diagnosis was not sure, the family determined that something was wrong and directly asked to give up."
"Alas." Zheng Ren sighed.
"That's what the patient's father said. His lover doesn't agree and will not let him leave the hospital." Su Yun said: "The one crying outside is the patient's lover. It is said that they have already taken action. If he is discharged from the hospital, he will go home and wait to die. His lover said that it is The house will be set on fire and the family will die together.”
"..." So strong? Zheng Ren was speechless.
"If you want to die, the whole family will die together, neatly." Su Yun sneered, "These are the exact words of the patient's lover."
Zheng Ren was speechless. He was reluctant to come into contact with this kind of family conflict. No matter what the doctor said, it doesn't matter. Most of the time, the family reconciles and is happy, and the doctors involved don't know when they were betrayed.
"Director Zhang has a headache. She will go to pick up Dr. Mehar in the afternoon." Su Yun suddenly smiled.
"Get it?" Zheng Ren thought to himself, what's the matter with her
"Dr. Mehar and his wife are both leading figures in circulatory medicine. Director Zhang's teacher is a student of the doctor's wife, so I have to pick him up," Su Yundao said.
"This thing is really a headache." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly, then turned to leave.
"Aren't you going to take a look?"
"I have no objection to medical treatment or surgery. But there are obvious differences in the family. What do you want me to do?" Zheng Ren said.
Zheng Ren was right, and Su Yun had nothing to do. In addition, the attending physician who is not one of his patients stands at the bedside and gives instructions? Isn't that nonsense
In short, no matter who it is, there is no good solution.
Zheng Ren just took a look and didn't see the patient's system diagnosis. His family didn't agree with the treatment, so why bother
"Let's go, go back and prepare. Have you sorted out all the tip surgery data?" Zheng Ren asked.
"By the time you think about it, the cucumbers and vegetables are already cold." Su Yun scorned, "I sent it to your email. Take a look at it when you have time so that you can talk to Dr. Mehar."
"There's nothing to say, just causing trouble for others. Do you think I can do something that Dr. Charles can't do?" Zheng Ren said lightly.
Regarding the Nobel Prize, it is a "rule" and an unspoken rule that clinical procedures are not awarded. Zheng Ren has no intention of solving this matter by himself.
Whether I can win the Nobel Prize or not, it really doesn’t matter.
Even if it can be obtained, it will take more than ten years or decades. When the time comes, there will be worries and joys. Who knows what will happen
The two of them were talking and walking slowly in the corridor outside the ICU ward. There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Director Zhang of the Circulation Department strode over with his doctors, looking heroic and heroic.
This is true for all circulatory departments, Zheng Ren knows.
When it comes to emergency care, the Circulation Department and the Emergency Department can be ranked as the best in the hospital. It was even more urgent than the emergency department, and it was impossible to walk without wind. This is a habit formed over many years and cannot be changed.
Zheng Ren deliberately slowed down because he didn't want to say hello to Director Zhang. For example, Director Luo of the Department of Gastroenterology was the department where he had to go to the dock, so he went there holding his nose. However, the Department of Circulation Medicine did not overlap with his current business, and Zheng Ren did not want to talk to many people.
Saying hello insincerely is very boring.
Su Yun could feel what Zheng Ren was thinking, and he particularly despised this guy. Just like this, he managed to get through to the 912-related departments in just one month. It was truly a stroke of luck.
Director Zhang changed his clothes and walked out of the ICU door. As soon as I opened the door, the faint sound outside was a little clearer and more real.
The woman was holding a boy in her arms, pointing at a gray-haired old man in his sixties opposite and cursing angrily.
Zheng Ren had a headache when he heard it. Fortunately, he was not his patient. He took the time to go back and read books and information. Dr. Mehar would come in the afternoon. Although I am not interested in the Nobel Prize, I still have some things to say.
There is always an ideal, but what if it comes true
Su Yun was very trustworthy and looked outside while changing clothes.
Director Zhang went to break up the fight, but it had no effect at all. The more he tried to persuade, the more chaos became.
After the quarrel, the patient's lover cried too much and sat on the ground holding the child, looking a little pitiful. Zheng Ren saw a lot of people, so he didn't think much about it. He walked through the crowd and headed back to the interventional department.
"My child, it's not that I don't want to save him. Xiaozhi is your husband and my son. We are connected by flesh and blood." The old man cried while saying, "Everyone has said that this is life. This is how his brother died the year before last." , now I encounter the same situation again, what do you think I can do?"
"I don't care! We are bankrupt and we have to beg for food!" The woman yelled hysterically. It seemed that she was overly emotional and had fallen into a state of madness.
"Boss, do you think his illness looks similar to Zou Jiahua's?" Su Yun suddenly asked.
The family history of ventricular fibrillation and cardiac arrest is quite similar, but not as serious as Zou Jiahua's. Zou Jiahua's illness, if it weren't for his money and the 24-hour continuous monitoring of several emergency doctors, he would have died long ago.
Not to mention that money is a good thing. In many cases, it can really buy your life. Zheng Ren shook his head and was about to say something when suddenly there was a loud noise behind him. Looking back, he saw a woman opening the window with her child in her arms and already standing up.
"Mom, I will die here with my child today!" The woman was already crazy, her eyes were round and round, the corners of her eyes were cracked, and a trace of blood was flowing down.
Zheng Ren's heart tightened, his blood pressure soared, and his heart rate instantly reached 120 beats/min.
With a thought in his mind, he moved his steps to the side. At this time, he saw that Su Yun was also moving in a normal way, hiding in the crowd, in the same direction as his movement.
Zheng Ren moved and moved in another direction.
At the same time, Su Yun also acted in the same way.
Can you please stop being so synchronous? Zheng Ren is about to cry but has no tears. The woman stood on the windowsill, holding the child in her hands, not holding the window frame at all. The wind whimpered outside, and the body was swaying, ready to fall down at any moment.
The child was not big, only two or three years old. He looked around with confused eyes, not knowing what was happening.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other, their eyes intertwined. One looked to the left, the other to the right. This time they found the right direction.
"Come down, don't be impulsive!" Director Zhang Lin shouted anxiously.
It was such a mess that no one could hear what was being said.
The woman had a firm face, holding the child in one hand, and pointing at the old man with the other. Her voice was sharp, and her hair was blown away by the wind, like a ghost: "I am dead. I will look for you every day to see how your master can save you!"
After saying that, he moved his body and was about to jump down.