"Let's go together, we can't sit here for long, we have to go to eat." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
The three of them walked out of the duty room and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties standing at the door of the surgical emergency clinic. His hair was a little messy. He was begging the emergency surgeon: "Doctor, just give me some eye drops. No need for anything else." , really no need."
"There is a foreign body in the eye, how can you just prescribe eye drops? I took a quick look and felt something was wrong." The emergency surgeon said: "To be cautious, you should go to the ophthalmologist for a check-up."
"In other hospitals, I just prescribe some eye drops and that's enough. It's really true."
Zheng Ren took a glance and saw that his system panel was only a little red, nothing serious. The diagnosis was also clear, eyelid cyst.
The emergency surgeon's judgment was correct. It was not a simple foreign body in the eye, but something that had been around for a long time.
The foreign body has been wrapped and organized in the eyelid, and cystic hyperplasia has appeared.
In this case, it is better to go to the ophthalmologist for a check-up.
Zheng Ren didn't care. He looked at the people who came to the emergency room leisurely. The diagnoses on the system panel of patients coming and going are not important, nothing special.
Zhou Litao stepped forward and asked the emergency surgeon to eat while he communicated with the patient.
After the emergency surgeon briefly talked about the physical examination, he went to eat.
Eating in the emergency department is a matter of luck.
Many times, as soon as I pick up the chopsticks, I come to the emergency department for emergency treatment. When I go back and pick up the chopsticks, someone calls me again at the door of the clinic.
After going back and forth, I may not be able to take a bite even if the food is completely cold.
When Zheng Ren was in the emergency department, he was willing to order dumplings and eat three taels of dumplings in twenty seconds. This is a basic life... survival skill.
"When did you start feeling uncomfortable?" Zhou Litao put on an affable look and began to ask about the medical history.
"It's been a long time, more than ten years." The patient saw a different doctor, so he said helplessly.
"Doctor..."
"Has it gotten worse recently?" Zhou Litao still took the trouble to ask about the medical history.
"Doctor, I just want to prescribe a few bottles of chloramphenicol eye drops. I'm in a hurry, so don't ask."
"Then why did you come to the hospital?" Zhou Litao asked, "Wouldn't it be better to go to the pharmacy?"
"The ones sold in pharmacies are more expensive than those in hospitals." The patient saw that Zhou Litao was kinder and that he was not in a hurry. It was just a way of saying that he was in a hurry, so he started chatting.
"The cost of a registration ticket when you come to the hospital is not much, but the total of 5 yuan is more expensive than that of a pharmacy."
"I want to open a few more bottles. The average price is still cheaper than at the drug store."
"How many more bottles should I open?"
"Yes, I have been using it for many years." The patient said, "I have tried all kinds of other eye drops, including the Rolls-Royce of eye drops, the kind of eye drops in small red bottles, and they all have no chlorine. Mycomycin eye drops are easy to use.”
"It's been so long? You haven't gone to the ophthalmologist?" Zheng Ren asked from the side.
"It's nothing to see. Just put some eye drops and everything will be fine. There's no point in causing so much trouble." The patient smiled and said, "Doctor, you see that I have failed the registration. Just open a few more bottles for me."
"The emergency department prescribes medicine for three days. How many more bottles do you bring? The hospital will fine you." Zhou Litao said, "Why don't I refund your registration ticket so that you don't spend this unjust money?"
"Don't worry, I finally came here."
"Have you never been to 912 before?"
"Well, aren't you just passing by?" the patient said, rubbing his eyes.
Zheng Ren was confused when he saw that his pupils on both sides were somewhat inconsistent.
It is said that if the pupils are dilated and have different diameters on both sides, it is a sign of cerebral hemorrhage. But whether he was observing the patient's status on the system panel or himself, it didn't seem like anything was wrong.
strangeness.
Zheng Ren observed the patient's condition carefully, and Zhou Litao chatted with him for a few more words. Seeing that he firmly refused to go to the ophthalmology department, Zhou Litao could not violate the regulations and prescribe long-term eye drops to the patient, so he could only return the registration ticket and send him away. Walk.
Only medicines for a limited time can be prescribed. This has been a rule in recent years, and Zhou Litao had nothing to do.
Zheng Ren had been observing the patient and saw that he had no choice but to leave. He was walking a little swaying and felt something was wrong.
"Boss, what are you looking at?" Su Yun asked.
"Don't you think something's wrong with his walking?"
"It may be that I injured my foot when I was a child, or it may be a congenital disease. I just prescribed medicine for eye discomfort. Why do you care so much?" Su Yundao said.
"It's not like that." Zheng Ren quickly caught up, patted the patient on the shoulder, and asked, "I see something's wrong with your walking, and there's something wrong with your pupils. Can I ask what's going on?"
"Alas." The patient sighed, very distressed.
Zheng Ren felt something was wrong and looked at him curiously.
"Doctor, to be honest, I don't like wearing glasses, but my eyesight is bad and I have astigmatism. So I wear contact lenses, which is better than wearing a frame that presses the bridge of my nose."
Zheng Ren listened.
"But I still can't wear my contact lenses well. They keep falling off." The patient said, "They fell off again just now. I can't see clearly and have trouble walking."
It turned out to be the case, and Zheng Ren was relieved after hearing his explanation.
"Doctor, tell me, what are the hospital's regulations and they don't prescribe medicines anymore," he began to complain.
"There's nothing we can do, it's a rule." Zheng Ren smiled.
But when he smiled, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Wait a moment." Zheng Ren immediately stopped the patient and said gently: "You said you always lose your contact lenses?"
"Yes, it's been like this since I started wearing it more than ten years ago. I always lose it. If I lose it, I have to replace it. A small part of my monthly income is spent on this." The patient complained: "Doctor, tell the truth. , I can buy an ordinary car just for wearing glasses.”
Zheng Ren smiled, that was really expensive.
But he thought of a possibility and said gently: "Can I check it for you?"
"Check? Is there anything to check?" The patient looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, "I'm still busy, just passing by 912 and thinking about prescribing a few bottles of eye drops. Who knew that such a big hospital is not as good as a small clinic."
"Well, the larger the hospital, the stricter the management. There's nothing we can do." Zheng Ren said, "Don't leave yet. I'll take a look for a few minutes."
"Nothing to see, doctor, really."
"It's possible that after reading this, you... may save yourself a car in the next few years." Zheng Ren persuaded with a smile.
"..." The patient was speechless and looked at Zheng Ren, not knowing what he was going to do.
"A few minutes, take a look. If it works, it's fine. If it doesn't, you should just go and do it. I won't stop you." Zheng Ren looked sincere, making the patient feel embarrassed for what he said.
"Oh well."