The next day, Zheng Ren had breakfast, watered the flowers and walked the dog.
I woke up very busy in the morning and had a lot more things to do than usual. But Zheng Ren felt that this was all what he should do. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he felt very happy.
After arriving at the hospital, Xiao Yiren parked the car and went directly to the operating room to prepare for the second stage tip surgery. Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue came to the entrance of the interventional department.
From a distance, I saw a group of people gathered around the door. The crowd was not large, but not small. Everyone looked around curiously, and didn't whisper until they left.
"Who is that person? I saw him sitting there last night."
"No, I was kneeling at first, but then I got tired of kneeling and then sat down."
"Aren't you afraid of getting hemorrhoids after sitting all night?"
Zheng Ren's hearing was very sharp, and he felt a little helpless when he heard the comments from passers-by. That scoundrel hasn't left yet? Are you really waiting for yourself to go to work
"Boss, you've been busy all morning. You're really busy." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and said with a smile.
"Is he the liar you talked about yesterday?" Chang Yue adjusted his glasses and asked.
"Yes, that's the liar." Su Yun said, "Take a look and see that he was so arrogant yesterday. If he wasn't wearing white clothes, I really wanted to beat him up."
"I heard you say you wanted to hit someone, but I've never seen you do it."
"Tch, if you make a move, you will be detained. Do you think I'm stupid? It's okay to waste some time if you go in. You can't drink for half a month. That's the most important thing." Su Yun said leisurely.
Zheng Ren knew that Su Yun was very capable. Whether it was the previous Big Black Umbrella or the fight between him and Zhao Yunlong in Nanchuan Town, it was the same. Even with Zhao Yunlong's physique, he couldn't beat him. Could this guy really have practiced martial arts
He just thought about it, but never asked about it. Things that have nothing to do with the surgery, only the Shay people exist, everything else is just background and not important.
Thinking, I walked to the crowd. Zheng Ren didn't even look inside, he just passed by as if the person didn't exist.
"Mr. Zheng!" The charlatan had sharp eyes. When it was time to go to work, he had been carefully looking for Zheng Ren.
The moment he saw it, he immediately stood up and rushed out, trying to hold Zheng Ren's hand.
"Pah~" Zheng Ren slapped his radial bone with his backhand.
There was a sharp pain, and the charlatan was stunned.
He hits someone with his hand, why is he so hot-tempered
"I'm not wearing white clothes now. If I beat you, it's just a civil dispute. And if I hit someone, you will definitely suffer only physical pain, not even a minor injury." Zheng Ren said coldly: "It's okay. Leave now, or I’m going to call the police if you don’t leave.”
"Doctor Zheng, wait a minute, wait a minute." The charlatan immediately said anxiously, "Na, my surname is Na, Chengxiang, he is from the Imperial Capital."
That? It seems that it is a Manchu surname, and it is more likely that it is from the imperial capital. Zheng Ren thought to himself, turned around and walked to the interventional department.
Chengxiang didn't expect that Dr. Zheng would not even listen to a word, and the red butterfly on his wrist became more and more dazzling. It only took a moment for the fingers to go from pale to bright red.
Then, with a pop, he fell to the ground and fainted again.
"Here, are you so professional when it comes to porcelain? You're even sweating and still trembling."
"Study and watch others make mistakes! This is professionalism."
"That's not right. It doesn't look like you've touched porcelain. The foam is flowing out. Isn't this person going to die?"
As Chengxiang fell down, the crowd around him became excited.
"No, he seems to have fainted!"
"He's going to die. Get away quickly. I didn't touch him."
I'll go... Zheng Ren felt helpless.
This is such a shame!
Zheng Ren knew in his heart that this scoundrel named Na Chengxiang was sick. As long as he was emotionally excited, he would have symptoms of low blood sugar, even if he had just eaten.
He is a toad, he doesn't bite people, but he has a bad temper.
"Su Yun, send him to the emergency room." Zheng Ren said helplessly.
"Boss, you wouldn't do this." Su Yun protested: "You don't want to see him, do you think I just want to?"
"I'll have an operation here soon, so hurry up and send him there. I'll go to the emergency room after the operation to have a good chat with him. It's always like this, and there's nothing we can do about it." Zheng Ren sighed and strode towards the doctor's duty room. Go and change clothes.
Su Yun was helpless, what the hell!
We called a flatbed car and pushed Na Chengxiang to the emergency department. If he didn't run, it wouldn't work. Chengxiang was sweating profusely. If he had given a high-sugar injection later, he might have had other complications.
Hypoglycemia is no joke.
Zheng Ren walked into the interventional department. Su Yun was taking care of him there. He didn't think anything would happen. Su Yun's level of emergency and critical care was very high, Zheng Ren was relieved.
However, after the operation, Zheng Ren was unwilling to communicate with this scoundrel.
What is going on every day? Zheng Ren sighed with emotion.
After changing clothes, I looked at the time and saw that there were still twenty minutes until shift handover.
He immediately hurried to the ICU, ready to take a look at Director Miao and the patients who had undergone yesterday's surgery.
After entering the ICU, Zheng Ren asked the doctor on duty.
The patient recovered well after the operation. There was an abnormal heart rate in the electrocardiogram record, but under the influence of the pacemaker, the normal heart rate was immediately restored.
It seemed that Big Pig Hoof's judgment was correct, and Zheng Ren was quite pleased.
After some research, the doctor on duty in the ICU judged that the patient could be transferred back to the general ward of the circulation department after one more day of observation.
There is no more treatment. After a pacemaker is inserted into this problem, the patient's treatment effect is similar to recovery.
Zheng Ren let out a long breath. It was fine, but he didn't know whether the genetic test done by Dr. Mehar could determine whether the patient had cardiac channelopathy.
After reading it, Zheng Ren walked to Director Miao's bedside and saw that Director Miao's eyes were covered with white gauze. The ventilator assists breathing, a tracheotomy has been performed, and a nurse is suctioning sputum.
A little deeper under the suction tube, the airway was stimulated, and Director Miao coughed in pain.
Just because of the existence of the tracheotomy, there is no coughing sound, only the airflow rushes out from the tracheotomy cavity. This is a normal physiological reflex of the human body.
It was very painful, but there was nothing he could do, Zheng Ren sighed.
"Boss Zheng, you're here." Mr. Yu looked a little more haggard. When he saw Zheng Ren coming, he stood up and said.
"Well, I'm in good condition."
"It's not bad. He has accumulated pneumonia, and he's using medicine to deal with it." Mr. Yu said: "The director is fine. He even chatted with me for a while using a pen yesterday."
Zheng Ren smiled.
"It was too painful to have so many tubes inserted. It didn't take long for him to become restless, so he had to calm him down again."
In the sedative state of the drug, the patient's agitation will be reduced, which is also conducive to recovery. When will it be better without a ventilator to assist breathing? Zheng Ren thought in his mind.
"Boss Zheng, you are busy with your business. If there are special circumstances here, I will report to you." Mr. Yu didn't wake up, and even used the report subconsciously.
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My biological clock woke me up again at this time, so I updated and caught bugs first, and then went to sleep for a while. I won’t issue a single chapter and ask for a monthly pass. I’d like to shout in a low voice, please give me a monthly pass~