The ambulance returned to 912, and there were a bunch of people standing in the yard in a mess, as well as fire rescue vehicles.
Zheng Ren was lying on the window, a little curious.
I didn't see any fire, so it probably wasn't a fire. If there had been a fire on 912, the flames would have shot up into the sky and the patients would have started to be evacuated. There wouldn't be just so many people in the parking lot.
"Jump off the building?" Su Yun squeezed over and looked outside and said.
"It's possible." Zheng Ren said. He was far away and couldn't see clearly who jumped from the building.
"Boss, do you still remember Zheng Yunxia?" Su Yun asked.
"Remember." Zheng Ren said: "It seems that there is no need for surgery. He is recovering well."
"It would be great if Chang Yue was here." Su Yun said with a smile, "That guy has no other skills except writing medical records and communicating with patients. I'm a little convinced."
"Go down and take a look." Zheng Ren said.
The 120 ambulance arrived at the hospital, and several people came down. Zhou Litao began to ask what happened.
After a while, he came back with a strange expression.
"Mr. Zhou, you said something wrong, right?" Su Yun saw the constipated expression on his face and asked, "Forcing the patient to jump off the building, you are causing trouble!"
Although he knew that Su Yun was joking, Zhou Litao's expression still turned ugly. The freckles on his face flew up like frightened birds.
He forced a grin and said: "Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, the patient is diagnosed with gastroenteritis. He is terribly uncomfortable. If he can't stand it anymore, he will jump off the building."
“…”
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were both speechless.
What is this!
Will you jump off a building if you have gastroenteritis? Just kidding
Zhou Litao felt two eyes directed at him. He felt ridiculous. He shook his head and said, "The comrades from 119 have gone to rescue. Let's wait."
Zheng Ren also knew that it would be better for professional rescuers to come at this time. If others went, it might not be helpful.
Thinking about it, he suddenly felt something in his heart and asked: "Mr. Zhou, are men affected by women's diseases?"
"Female patient."
After Zhou Litao finished speaking, he saw Zheng Ren looking at Su Yun.
"That's enough!" Su Yun said angrily, "This is a hospital, not a shopping mall."
"What happened to the mall?"
"Hehe." Su Yun seemed to remember something and said, "When I was in school, I skipped class and went out for a walk, and I met a guy who jumped off a building."
Zheng Ren was silent and listened intently to the story. From what Su Yun said, it was really possible to give it a try.
"Brother Yun, is this your problem?" Zhou Litao said something incomprehensible.
"How can you talk?" Su Yun said contemptuously, "The patient must have cried because of the ugliness he saw you. Sick people have tender hearts, and they feel lifeless when they see you, so they have the idea of committing suicide."
"..." Zhou Litao bickered. He was countless orders of magnitude different from Su Yun, so he had nothing to offer.
"Tell me, what did you do before?" Zheng Ren corrected the topic.
"Boss, that's just talking nonsense outside." Su Yun said.
"Tell me about it." Zheng Ren guessed with interest.
"Speaking of other things, she fell behind." Su Yun said, "I followed her up and called her. When she looked back and saw me, I asked her if she wanted to go have a cup of coffee and have a round."
"..." Zhou Litao was speechless.
"Why are you such a gangster!" Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, are you stupid? The following sentence is subtext! Do you understand the subtext? It's about inner activities!" Su Yun said disdainfully.
"What happened later? Did I go have coffee with you?"
"Of course, when she saw me, she turned around and came down. I took her to drink coffee." Su Yun said with a smile.
"Mr. Zhou, how old is the patient?" Zheng Ren asked.
"26."
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and take a look." Zheng Ren pushed Su Yun.
"Hospital, if I talk nonsense, will you give me peace if something goes wrong?" Su Yun asked.
"Go ahead, I'll be there for you if anything happens." Zheng Ren said in a calm manner. Su Yun is usually willing to talk nonsense, but when it comes to critical moments, he is more cautious than anyone else.
Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, turned around and left.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun won't talk nonsense when he comes up." Zhou Litao was very worried about this.
It's one thing for a patient to jump off on his own, but it's another thing to be persuaded to jump off by a 912 doctor.
If that were the case, even Dean Yan would find this matter difficult.
"No, don't worry." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "He just talks about it and is very stable in his work."
"Well… "
"After all, he is a surgeon. He is not stable. How can he hold a knife?" Zheng Ren said.
Zhou Litao felt that what Boss Zheng said could not withstand refutation, and the surgeon was very unstable.
There used to be a few people who had their appendix cut from the left side every year after drinking on stage.
"Mr. Zhou, what kind of patient? Why does a person with gastroenteritis not want to live anymore?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Wait a minute." Zhou Litao ran in and took a look. Seeing that there were no serious injuries in the emergency room, he walked to the safety air mattress below while talking to Zheng Ren.
"The patient, a 26-year-old female, came to our hospital because of recurrent periumbilical pain for 16 years and worsened for 3 years."
"Relax, it's not about reporting the medical history to the director, just talk casually." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Oh, Boss Zheng, I'm used to it," Zhou Litao said. "The patient reported that he had periumbilical pain 16 years ago for no obvious reason. It was severe colic, lasting from minutes to hours, and the number of attacks per year varied."
"16 years ago? Is that what she said?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.
"Yeah." Zhou Litao said, "I asked her that, and she was very sure. When she was 10 years old, she was taking a Chinese class and suddenly had a stomachache and vomited. She was sent to the hospital and diagnosed with gastroenteritis, but there was no treatment. It will gradually get better.”
"You continue." Zheng Ren said.
"After that, the pain will occur every 1-2 months. The pain will be severe every time, and the abdominal pain will not radiate to the shoulders and back. I will occasionally vomit a small amount of stomach contents. I will feel weak after each attack, without fever, abdominal distension, or limbs. twitch."
Zheng Ren was also helpless about this kind of reporting of medical history instead of chatting.
But I reminded myself once, and besides, it always feels a little weird.
"The patient's abdominal pain has become more frequent in the past three years, almost once a week, which has seriously affected his study and work." Zhou Litao said: "Boss Zheng, I guess it was when the patient went for a check-up that the abdominal pain recurred, and that's why he thought of committing suicide. idea."
"Is it so frequent? Have you checked the previous laboratory tests?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Look, there's nothing wrong." Zhou Litao said: "The blood, urine, and stool routine are all fine, and the abdominal CT and B-ultrasound show no organic disease."
"Do you have the information here?"
"No, the patient took it up." Zhou Litao said.
With that said, the two of them had arrived near the air mattress. Zheng Ren looked at the girl on it. The system panel was slightly red, but it was definitely not the fatal red color.
But the distance was so far that it was impossible to see clearly what the diagnosis was.