Su Yun accompanied Zheng Ren for a physical examination. Chang Yue saw that the patient and the patient's family members had left, and said to himself: "Weird."
Liu Zewei did not touch his bald head, but said very cautiously: "Dr. Chang, you don't know about that suit?"
"It looks familiar, it must be a Tang suit." Chang Yue said.
"No." Liu Zewei said: "Those are clothes for dead people!"
Chang Yue was startled for a moment, was it worn by a dead person
This time she immediately remembered why that outfit looked familiar.
It’s really not a Tang suit!
Many patients, especially those with advanced cancer, died in the ward, and their families wiped their bodies clean. Then while there is still warmth and the body, especially the limbs, is not stiff, put on similar clothes.
Most of them are Chinese-style double-breasted clothes, and some people wear Chinese tunic suits.
At such moments, few people think of suits.
It's a matter of life and death, ancestral rules, and wearing a suit seems too weird.
No wonder it looks familiar, because I have seen many patients who died in the ward wearing it and then being carried into the coffin.
The reason why I didn't recognize it was because I had never seen anyone walking around wearing such clothes.
It's just... He is a living person, why should he wear the clothes of a dead person? !
In an instant, Chang Yue's hair stood up.
She was a little scared, but the room was full of familiar doctors, so she wouldn't scream. Glancing out the window, the sky was a little cloudy, but it was impossible to think of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
"Old Liu, have you ever seen someone walking around in a shroud?" Chang Yue asked cautiously.
She wanted to stand at the door but felt it was unsafe.
I wanted to go to the corner of the house again, but I felt that if there was a change, it would be inconvenient to run here.
It’s so confusing.
"I have seen patients lying on the bed wearing shrouds, but I have never seen patients like this running around in shrouds." Liu Zewei was also a little scared. He thought for a while and said, "Do you know about the great immortals in the Northeast?"
"Know."
"Great Immortal... By the way, do you need to call Boss Zheng back? I think it's weird, but don't get into trouble." Liu Zewei asked in a low voice.
"..." Chang Yue picked up the phone and made a call.
On the other side of the phone, Su Yun mocked Chang Yue's statement without caring, and she hung up the phone angrily.
"It's okay. Boss Zheng and Dr. Su are strong and nothing will happen." Liu Zewei smoothed things over with a smile and comforted Chang Yue.
"Keep talking." Chang Yue felt that the surroundings were gloomy, and Liu Zewei said something, which would make him feel better.
"A patient I treated before was said to be a Celestial Immortal. It is said to be the inheritance of the ancient shamanism in the Northeast. In order to save the world and benefit people, elves and monsters who are successful in cultivation choose spiritual disciples and use their disciples to do good deeds."
"..." Chang Yue shivered again.
She is not a girl in the traditional sense. She can be friends with a murderer with a bloody sharp knife in his hand, which shows that Chang Yue is not timid.
But these things about strange power and chaos are Chang Yue's weaknesses.
Listening to Xie Yiren's stories about Sun Xiaomei in Haicheng these days, she was frightened.
Although the matter has passed and the matter has been concluded that it was a disease caused by teratoma, Chang Yue still felt frightened by Xie Yiren's description.
Today, I encountered another patient walking around in shrouds.
She had already felt extremely anxious.
"Going out, in the north it's called moving poles, holding incense and burning candles, etc. There are also sayings in the south. In fact, most of them are what we usually call dancing immortals." Liu Zewei said: "Each immortal has a different temperament..."
"Old Liu, didn't you say that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you were not allowed to become a spirit?" Chang Yue became more and more frightened by what Liu Zewei said.
"It was always there before the founding of the People's Republic of China." Liu Zewei saw that Chang Yue was scared, so he felt better.
Chang Yue was silent.
"I don't know how to do it specifically. I have never seen it. I hope... I hope Boss Zheng is okay." Liu Zewei clenched his hands into fists and unconsciously put on a defensive posture.
He probably knew that his defensive posture was useless, and then he realized and smiled.
If something happened to a strong-blooded, muscular man like Boss Zheng, how could a man like me, who had to drink boiled water with goji berries and buried most of it in the earth, struggle
Liu Zewei also thought clearly. He touched his bald head and said with a smile: "Doctor Chang, don't worry. Boss Zheng has saved countless people. If we talk about the fruit status, how dare ordinary brats get close to him."
“…”
"Just one TIPS technique can cost tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of lives. Not to mention risking one's own life to save people under the rubble during earthquake relief. If only there were steel scales in the world..."
Liu Zewei babbled to encourage himself, and Zheng Ren walked in with Xiao Tianci with a smile.
"Old man, there's no problem. I'll have surgery tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'll stay in the ward for one night after the operation. The conditions here are incomparable to those in the newly built place, so we'll make do." Zheng Ren said as he walked in, " Deal with it for one night, then go back the next day.”
"That's too polite of you." Xiao Tianci said: "When you go out to see a doctor, the most important thing is to be able to treat the doctor well. Food, accommodation, etc. are not important."
Liu Zewei saw that the patient's speech was clear. Although the shroud on his body was a bit strange, nothing seemed to happen as he imagined.
It must be because Boss Zheng has a strong yang energy and ordinary beings would not dare to take action.
If it were him, it wouldn't necessarily be the case.
"Then you go back. I will watch the film soon and formulate a treatment plan." Zheng Ren said.
"Sorry to trouble you, Professor Zheng." Xiao Tian bowed politely and turned to leave.
Before leaving, he "stabbed" his two sons with a cane.
When they walked away, Liu Zewei looked at Zheng Ren meaningfully and said nothing for a long time.
Zheng Ren felt Liu Zewei's strange gaze and was about to ask. Chang Yue couldn't hold it in and asked: "Mr. Zheng, the patient just now was wearing a shroud, did you notice it?"
"Oh, Su Yun and I both looked strange. We asked about it when we went for a physical examination." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "What do you think is going on?"
"Who could have guessed this?" Chang Yue saw Zheng Ren starting to joke and relaxed when he knew it was okay.
"Don't listen to his nagging. If he talks about something, he can talk about it until tomorrow morning." Su Yun said on the side, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the family feels that the old man will not live long."
"How could that happen?" Chang Yue was surprised.
"Dr. Chang, this would have been like this a few months ago." Liu Zewei said: "A large amount of ascites, portal hypertension, and TIPS surgery. Although it cannot be said to be a narrow escape, the risk is also extremely high."
Liu Zewei heard what Zheng Ren and Su Yun said and knew what happened.
"Yes." Su Yun said: "The mortality rate is extremely high. Even if you don't die, once hepatic encephalopathy occurs, life will be worse than death."
"Then what?" Chang Yue asked.