Song Ying said he would come to check today, and his eldest brother kept saying he wanted to thank Zheng Ren.
Let's meet, Zheng Ren still has a good impression of Song Ying.
Soon, footsteps sounded.
Song Ying led the way, and a thin old man wearing Chinese-style double-breasted clothes walked behind with his hands behind his back.
The moment Zheng Ren saw the old man, he was stunned.
The system panel showed dark red, the standard color of critically ill patients.
There were many diagnoses, but Zheng Ren saw aortic dissection at a glance!
Aneurysm is a special complication of Behcet's disease syndrome, which is rare but not uncommon.
"Boss Zheng, this is my boss, Chu Huainan." Song Ying introduced.
"Mr. Chu, please sit down." Zheng Ren didn't show any urgency. After all, he had been fine for several years, and the possibility of aortic dissection and aneurysm rupture in front of him was not high.
If he really gets anxious and Chu Huainan's blood pressure rises, something big might happen.
"Boss Zheng, thank you." Chu Huainan stretched out his hand and shook it with Zheng Ren.
"My mental state has obviously been wrong in the past few years. I have avoided medical treatment for some diseases, which was delayed by quack doctors." Chu Huainan said, "Fortunately, I met Boss Zheng."
His voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his face was full of vicissitudes of life.
"Please sit down and let me take your blood pressure." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Song Ying was startled for a moment, but didn't speak. Chu Huainan tilted his head slightly, glanced at Zheng Ren, and noticed something strange.
Zheng Ren went to the nurse station to get a mercury sphygmomanometer and came back to measure Chu Huainan's blood pressure.
The blood pressure given on the system panel is correct. The blood pressure is not high, 140/75 mm Hg. Zheng Ren was relieved. As long as his blood pressure was under control, nothing would happen in the short term.
Chu Huainan looked at Zheng Ren with doubtful eyes.
"Mr. Chu, besides epidermal ulcers, what other symptoms do you have?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I have some vision problems. In your words, they should be called floaters." Chu Huainan said, "Others are fine."
Zheng Ren held the stethoscope and said: "Mr. Chu, generally speaking, Behcet's disease syndrome may cause complications such as pulmonary fibrosis. Can I tell you?"
"Okay, please excuse me." Chu Huainan smiled elegantly and unbuttoned his placket.
He squinted at Zheng Ren, as if he wanted to see through the young doctor.
But apart from being gentle, honest and clean, Chu Huainan didn't see what he wanted to see.
Zheng Ren's hand was steady, holding the stethoscope, with a smile on his face, full of affinity. But Chu Huainan's keen intuition told him that there must be something wrong, otherwise he would not have taken his blood pressure before they even exchanged greetings.
It would make sense to say that the young doctor wanted to find a backer and tried his best to stick to it.
But Chu Huainan believed that Song Ying would not talk too much. This little doctor would not know about his life experience and energy.
Then there is only one possibility left. The person's level is indeed high and something is wrong.
He didn't panic. Chu Huainan had already seen through it.
This man put the stethoscope on Chu Huainan's chest. He was a little thin and had ribs one by one. It would be reasonable for an old man in his sixties, but according to Song Ying, he is only fifty years old.
It seemed that what happened before had greatly stimulated him.
Zheng Ren closed his eyes slightly and listened carefully to the sound coming from the stethoscope.
It is possible to detect aortic dissection by auscultation. But if that happens, it's not far from rupture.
Zheng Ren just wanted to determine the danger.
There were no audible abnormalities, the lungs were fine, and there were no auscultation symptoms of fibrosis.
Putting away the stethoscope, Zheng Ren smiled, took out a ball pen, took a chapter of A4 paper, and wrote a bunch of tests on it.
"Mr. Chu, Brother Song, we'll do these checks soon." Zheng Ren said with certainty.
Among some of the above examination items, aortic CT is hidden.
Song Ying took a look and nodded cautiously.
"I'm on a 10:20 flight to Horqin, let's talk when we get back?" Zheng Ren caught a glimpse of Director Kong and issued an ejection order.
"Horqin? The Gobi over there is a nice place." Chu Huainan slowly buttoned up and said with a smile.
"Well, I'm going to have a look, but mainly for surgery." Zheng Ren smiled and said unhurriedly.
"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work." Chu Huainan was not too polite, and you could tell by the look of his eyebrows. "Old Qi, take Boss Zheng to the airport. Don't delay."
Song Ying nodded directly and did not worry about seeing a doctor.
For patients from other places, it is difficult to see a doctor in the imperial capital or at 912. But for Song Ying and the ignorant Chu Huainan, this was nothing.
"Don't be so polite..." Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
"Boss Zheng, that's how polite you are." Song Ying smiled and said, "Boss, then I won't accompany you."
Chu Huainan nodded, put his hands behind his back, and walked out slowly like an ordinary old man.
"In this case, I won't be pretentious and go to say hello to Director Kong first." After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he immediately went to the director's office.
Time is a bit tight. If there is a traffic jam on the airport expressway, the plane will not be able to catch up.
The flight there only comes once every two days. If you miss it, dozens of people will be waiting for you there for two days...
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren had a headache.
Knocking on the door and entering Director Kong's office, Zheng Ren lowered his hands and stood respectfully, saying: "Director Kong, please take a leave of absence today."
"I just thought of it." Director Kong said, "I've been busy lately."
Zheng Ren scratched his head and smiled.
"Go ahead and tell me if you have anything to do next time. Dean Yan called yesterday and I didn't know anything. Fortunately, I saw Zhou Chunyong waiting for you in the morning, so I didn't tell you anything." Director Kong said lightly.
Zheng Ren immediately agreed.
I have been really busy recently, and my eyes have been on Dr. Mehar.
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren was startled for a moment, Dr. Mehar hadn't said hello yet. Forget it, let’s talk about it when we get back.
It's really busy, even if Su Yun takes care of outside things for himself, it feels like a mess.
Should I find someone to help me think about these things
Zheng Ren didn't know that this kind of person was called a life secretary, but he had this idea unknowingly.
"I will visit Dr. Mehar often." Director Kong said: "What the hospital means, Lin Ge is responsible for, after the doctor recovers, he can have a certain contact with the hospital. Do you want to do this?" Be careful."
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded.
"The other thing is that the number of operations is large and the operation is done quickly. I know your level is beyond my imagination, but the old saying is still true if you make mistakes while busy." Director Kong said: "Take your time, the most important thing is that we intervene in the operating room If you want to eat thread, you haven’t had a child yet.”
After a lecture, Zheng Ren memorized every detail and was kicked out by Director Kong. After saying hello to Liu Zewei and leaving Lao Liu to look after the house, Zheng Ren got into Song Ying's car.