After checking the time, Zheng Ren gently shook Director Miao's hand and said goodbye to Mr. Yu.
Director Miao responded with his fingers, as if he wanted to hold Zheng Ren's hand. Zheng Ren is not sure about this, maybe it is his own hallucination. However, Director Miao's condition was getting better day by day, and he felt a little happy.
Returning to the interventional department, the process of handing over shifts, making ward rounds, and sending patients off all went smoothly, and Zheng Ren didn't have to worry about it.
Having Chang Yue around makes her really worry-free. Although she won't smile to herself, what does it matter
Today's surgery was still the first one performed by Zheng Ren, demonstrating it to Liu Zewei. The next five operations were all performed by Liu Zewei, and Zheng Ren gave guidance and corrected his mistakes during the operation.
After several operations, Liu Zewei benefited a lot.
He was a little regretful because Boss Zheng adopted a double-stent surgery, which not only reduced the incidence of hepatic encephalopathy but also prolonged the hospitalization time.
As a result, there are only 6 surgeries per week. The amount of surgeries is really small. Wei Yanagisawa really wished he could mature quickly by performing ten or eight surgeries every day.
But don't rush this matter. It is said that Boss Zheng's German assistant came back yesterday. Liu Zewei has an instinctive sense of crisis, fearing that the German assistant will take away the opportunity for surgery.
After being entangled in sending the patient down, Zheng Renze said a few words to Xiao Yiren, then changed his clothes and went straight to the emergency department.
Su Yun left a message, saying that Chengxiang had tried high sugar again and it was already fine. He stayed in the emergency department, looking at this scoundrel, bored, and asked Zheng Ren to hurry up and go down after the operation.
Zheng Ren was particularly troubled by this scoundrel.
But there is no other way, let’s go and have a look. Diagnose him and see him wherever he wants, it has nothing to do with him.
When he arrived at the emergency department, the messy smell made Zheng Ren's heart rate speed up for no reason. But he soon got used to it and seemed to be back in Haicheng again.
Zheng Ren smiled. No matter what benefits Mr. Cui gave him, he would definitely not be in the emergency room. This situation was simply fatal. I'm so lucky to be out of the emergency department.
Passing by the emergency room, Zheng Ren saw that it was empty. A lot of emergency equipment was scattered around, and a nurse was cleaning it up.
It seemed that emergency rescue had just been carried out, and the "battlefield" had not been cleaned yet.
"Boss, why are you here?" Su Yun was obviously dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's late arrival, and wanted to complain when Zheng Ren was blocked.
"It was Lao Liu's first time teaching the second-stage surgery, and the speed was a bit slow. The rescue had just been completed? What patient?" Zheng Ren successfully changed the topic, never giving Su Yun a chance to criticize him.
Speaking of emergency patients, Su Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.
It's a pity that there were no girls around, otherwise there would have been screams and screams.
"A child, about 40 days old, has a belly that is as bulging as a balloon." Su Yun said: "The heart stopped twice. His grandfather brought him here and said he wanted to save him at all costs. He screamed anxiously in the corridor."
He had seen this kind of thing so often that Zheng Ren didn't think much about it. Instead of feeling sad about spring and regretting autumn, it would be more practical to have the time to do two more tip surgeries.
After attracting Su Yun's attention, Zheng Ren no longer paid attention to the emergency rescue just now. But Su Yun kept saying, "Boss, that child probably has an intestinal problem, and his belly is very bulging. 912's pediatrician skills are pretty good, I think he can do it."
"Oh." Zheng Ren listened with his left ear and his right ear was confused, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
"Which room is Chengxiang?"
"This side." Su Yun took Zheng Ren to the emergency observation room and saw Chengxiang's eyes were dull and he was sitting on the hospital bed, as if he was thinking about something.
"Then Chengxiang." Zheng Ren said coldly.
He had no good impression of Chengxiang at all, and his words were completely different from those of other patients, full of indifference. It's hard, like overnight steamed buns, and can hit a dog's head when thrown out. (Note 1)
"Doctor Zheng." Chengxiang's expression changed and he stood up immediately.
"Speak carefully. If you kneel down, I will turn around and leave." Zheng Ren was annoyed by this the most, so he made it clear first.
Chengxiang was a little embarrassed, and Zheng Ren's unhappiness could already be heard from his words. But when it comes to life and death, he can only lower his head and endure it.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Su Yun stood aside, his joking tone extremely frivolous.
"Dr. Zheng, I have no choice but to defraud some money. Sir, please let me go." Na Chengxiang said in a low voice.
"There's nothing you can do? Just break up the married woman?" Su Yundao said.
"I have insulinoma, and I don't have enough money for the surgery. I'm not trying to cheat a small amount of money." Chengxiang's face was particularly bad, and the red butterfly marks on his wrist became more and more obvious. "Dr. Zheng, I didn't ask him to give up treatment... I am also a poor person, please forgive me once, Master."
Na Chengxiang was so anxious that he couldn't help but call Zheng Ren master.
"I'm not a master, so don't scream." Zheng Ren said seriously: "I am a 912 doctor."
"You are not a master, why..." Na Chengxiang wanted to defend himself and talk about all the magical things before. But Zheng Ren's stern tone made him hold back his words again.
"You are not an insulinoma, but an autoimmune insulin receptor disease." Zheng Ren said coldly.
Su Yun sighed, but the boss still relented.
Although he looked serious, this diagnosis was equivalent to giving Na Chengxiang a way out.
Chengxiang was stunned. He looked at Zheng Ren, his face was pale, and the sweat on his forehead was faintly visible.
"Calm down, if you faint again, I'll leave." Zheng Renzhen was upset with Na Chengxiang. As long as he was emotional, his blood sugar would be low, which was particularly troublesome. This toad is so disgusting.
"Doctor Zheng, I don't have AIDS." Na Chengxiang defended in a low voice.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.
"Not all immune diseases are AIDS. What I'm talking about is autoimmune insulin receptor disease." Zheng Rendao.
"Autoimmune... what insulin? What kind of disease is that?" Chengxiang didn't understand, and he was afraid of annoying Zheng Ren with his questions, so he could only look at Zheng Ren secretly, observing his words and expressions, and whispered.
"The main symptoms of this disease are hypoglycemia, which can occur during fasting or reactive hypoglycemia after a meal. Your main symptom in the past two days is emotional agitation, which leads to a decrease in blood sugar." Zheng Ren explained.
"But... how did you know?" Na Chengxiang asked doubtfully.
How can a master explain this kind of thing that is similar to a prophet? Although there was a very professional explanation, Na Chengxiang still didn't believe it.
In his opinion, Zheng Ren was a master who practiced in the world. He told so many lies that even he himself believed them. He firmly believed in things like strange power and chaos.
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Well, let’s not talk about Boss Zheng’s Holy Father and Holy Mother in this chapter. The story is not finished yet, and this matter will continue intermittently for a few days.
Note 1: Quoted from "The First Chaos in History" by Zhang Xiaohua. Smile~Spread flowers~