Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned to the imperial capital, and news from Nanshan City came back one after another.
The child's subsequent laboratory tests determined hepatolenticular degeneration, and he received copper depletion treatment. According to Zheng Ren's guess, after a period of treatment, the little patient's condition will get better little by little.
This kind of thing, once you start treatment, there is nothing to think about.
But this matter made Su Yun lose his temper, and Zheng Ren was also very angry. He thought of the King of Thunder and Lightning many years ago. At that time, playing games was still called Internet addiction, but now it’s all about e-sports.
There is no reason to use electric shocks to stop children from playing games. When he thinks of this, Zheng Ren becomes a little angry.
Even if there is no hepatolenticular degeneration and a good child is sent to a mental hospital and starts taking drugs to treat mental illness, it will not work.
I hope the little patient will get better soon.
After the operation the next day, Zheng Ren changed his clothes and turned on his phone. He saw a WeChat message from Director Zhao, telling him about the reconciliation between the patient's family and the hospital, and repeatedly expressing his gratitude.
"It's nothing to see. This kind of thing will happen more and more in the future. Everyone wants to maintain good communication with you, and if they can't, they don't want to offend you."
"You were a little rude yesterday." Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and said.
"It's okay. In fact, I was going to scold the child's family, but you beat me to it." Su Yundao said, "I will send the child to a mental hospital at any time, whatever."
"There are so many people doing things under the guise of doing things for your own good, so let's leave it at that." Zheng Ren knew that there were too many things hidden in this matter.
Can't explain clearly, can't reason smoothly. Anyway, my responsibility is to treat illnesses and save people. It is enough to do what I can do. Thinking too much is just making myself confused.
"Let's go and see Mr. Zhou." Su Yun said with a smile, "At the end of June, this batch of hospitalizations will be discontinued. Mr. Zhou is probably counting the days on his fingers."
"Okay." Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said, "Do you have anything to do this afternoon? Let's go see Director Miao?"
"I'll go..." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, as if sizing up a stranger very impolitely, "Boss, I thought you had forgotten Director Miao."
"How could it be?" Zheng Ren said, "To be honest, I still can't muster the courage to go see Director Miao. When I think of Director Miao, I feel like I'm facing a difficult problem. I can't think too much about this kind of thing. If there are too many people, they will become vulnerable involuntarily.”
"Exactly." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with disdain, "Just say you're a coward. Mr. Yu has told me several times that Director Miao's condition is recovering well, and he can now walk on the ground. He always said that he wanted to look at you."
Zheng Ren smiled. The few times Su Yun talked about this topic, he was distracted by him.
Everyone has a life and death situation, and Director Miao performed an operation that no one dared to perform, but in the end he was troubled by his family and suffered a psychological breakdown.
Problems with the patient’s family? Zheng Ren thought so at first, but after calming down for a few months, and occasionally thinking about it, he gradually changed his mind.
The patient's family members were probably in a psychological state of collapse. At that time, Director Miao was the only person he could confide to.
Who knows, there are countless interpretations of this kind of thing, the key depends on how you think about it.
Zheng Ren still remembered that at that time, he was helpless and cried bitterly in the system operating room. His heart ached as if he had been stabbed with a knife and stirred twice.
Time is a good medicine to heal your wounds. Although on the surface it was Director Miao who was injured, Zheng Ren knew that as a witness, he had also suffered a blow.
After being enlightened by Director Lao Pan, I finally figured it out. But a wound is a wound and it takes time to heal.
If you can face this matter correctly, at least Zheng Ren thinks so, you should take a look at Director Miao.
The two of them came to the emergency department while chatting.
There are no noisy footsteps in the corridor. This is a leisurely time in the emergency department. When passing by the emergency room, Zheng Ren glanced inside and saw that it was empty.
It would be nice if this room was always empty.
Zhou Litao is in his duty room, writing a paper.
"Mr. Zhou, are you studying?" Su Yun asked angrily.
"Brother Yun, don't laugh at me. The hospitalization will end eventually, and you have to look forward." Zhou Litao said with a smile, "There is no national-level project, there is no excellent SCI..."
912 has more monks and less gruel. Basically, it is a carrot and a pit. It is different from prefecture-level hospitals that have enough equipment and can be promoted smoothly. If you want to get the title of deputy chief physician in 912, you have to fight hard.
It seems unfair, but there's nothing good to be done about it. The same chief physician has a different caliber than 912.
Zhou Litao is making preparations. Excellent SCI articles, national-level, or at least imperial-level natural science foundations are required for promotion.
"Let me see what project it is." Su Yun smiled and turned to Zhou Litao's notebook to take a look.
"No, no." Zhou Litao felt a little embarrassed in front of the two top students and immediately closed his notebook.
"Tsk tsk, boss, you said that Mr. Zhou is so unsocial, what will you do in the future?" Su Yun said sarcastically.
Zhou Litao was a little confused.
Zheng Ren smiled and said: "After you have written it, let Su Yun take a look. The way of writing and narration is different from when we write a paper. There are many small points that need to be paid attention to. Then there are Su Yun and the editor there. Familiarity will not allow a worthless article to be published in The Lancet or New England, but it can shorten the process."
Su Yun looked at Zhou Litao proudly.
"Thank you, Brother Yun." Zhou Litao said immediately, "Thank you."
"I suggest you vote for New England. You've seen a lot of weird little cases in the emergency department. Find one that's particularly rare and write about it."
Su Yun gave Zhou Litao his advice.
Zhou Litao nodded frequently.
"How's the situation with your girlfriend?" Su Yun asked.
"Uh..." Zhou Litao looked embarrassed, and then said: "I will advance first, my girlfriend is not in a hurry."
"This is to prepare to start a career first and then start a family. Anyway, if you become the deputy chief physician, it may be easier to find a girlfriend." Su Yundao.
"How is Mr. Cui?" Zheng Ren asked.
"It's still like that." Zhou Litao slowly shook his head, "The body's functions can still be maintained, but I think Mr. Cui doesn't want to live like this anymore."
"I'll go chat with Mr. Cui in a few days." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"By the way, Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, and Mr. Cui have asked you several times about your Nobel Prize project. He said that if he could see you win the Nobel Prize, he would rest in peace."
"Don't mention it, let me tell you, there is a possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year..." As he said that, Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren.
"Fifty-fifty."