"Boss Zheng, this is the patient." The training doctor led Zheng Ren into the ward and to the patient's bed.
Zheng Ren saw the patient lying on his side with an expressionless face, looking at the sky outside the window, his eyes lifeless. Like a dead fish thrown on the shore, but still breathing.
"Wei Qingsen, Boss Zheng is here to see you." The training doctor said to the patient.
The patient didn't say a word, as if he hadn't heard anything. His eyes were looking out the window, slightly distracted and pale.
Zheng Ren felt that there was more than just a patient lying on the bed. The quarrel just now seemed to have dealt a serious blow to him, and his whole body was sluggish and completely lifeless.
His belly was very big and full of abdominal fluid. He should have been having difficulty breathing and had been in a semi-recumbent position, but he was lying on his side. It seemed that even the air was not so sweet.
"Wei Qingsen?" Zheng Ren gently patted the patient's arm, but was greeted with deathly silence.
If it weren't for the system panel, Zheng Ren would have checked his blood pressure and other vital signs in a panic.
In the hospital, it was scary to see him so motionless.
After carefully looking at the system panel twice, there were no new symptoms. Zheng Ren sighed.
There is no greater sorrow than death, I am afraid this is what I am seeing. According to the training doctor, the Wei Qingsen in front of him should be a successful man with a successful career, but his final life was miserable.
"Boss Zheng, would you like to monitor me?" The training doctor asked quickly when he saw that Wei Qingsen was silent and his eyes were full of lifeless energy.
"Go to monitoring." Zheng Ren was not careless because of the existence of the system panel. He still agreed with what the training doctor said.
Soon, the nurse came in with an ECG monitor, pressed the electrode membrane on Wei Qingsen, and connected it to check the vital signs.
Except for the slightly lower blood oxygen saturation, the values displayed on the screen were fine.
The training doctor also thought about asking Wei Qingsen to answer questions. Although he could see that the patient had suffered a severe blow, hepatic encephalopathy could not be ruled out.
"Stop fussing, I'm here to watch, you go about your business." Zheng Ren sat on the small stool beside the bed and looked at the patient quietly and said.
Doctors who are training for training still have a bit of a wink. Boss Zheng is sitting here and "busy" by himself? Isn't that a joke
He stood beside Zheng Ren, not daring to say a word. Other patients and family members of patients in the ward did not dare to speak.
The scene was extremely embarrassing.
The training doctor looked at Boss Zheng's face from the side and felt that he was really young. He stood with his hands down, wanting to get close to her but didn't dare to do anything for fear of causing Boss Zheng's displeasure.
After all, no one would be happy after such a bloody thing happened, so it was better not to rush in and get into trouble.
The room was quiet, except for the blood pressure cuff connected to the ECG monitor that made a blood pressure measurement sound every five minutes.
There are some old patients and some new patients in the ward, and the new and old patients are interspersed with each other. If the surgery is done well, it is a means to use the reputation of old patients to gain the peace of mind of new patients.
Of course, the surgery must be done well before this trick can be used. If one patient has a problem, it can make all other patients suspicious of the hospital.
People influence and interact with each other, and it is not easy to control one's own destiny.
New and old patients are obviously familiar with each other and know that 912 Boss Zheng has done a good job in surgery. They look at Zheng Ren with awe in their hearts.
Zheng Ren didn't call Wei Qingsen anymore. He just sat on the bedside and watched him looking out the window with distracted eyes. There seemed to be countless hazes in his eyes that blocked his vitality.
He knew that the patient in front of him probably wouldn't live long even if he had surgery.
Most people live with one thought. Especially for people who are dying, sometimes a thought can create miracles that even doctors cannot believe.
When he was in Haicheng, Zheng Ren encountered a terminal cancer patient and spent seven days waiting for his family to reunite during the Chinese New Year. Early in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I got up and sat on the bed. My family wiped my face, drank a bowl of porridge, and then left peacefully.
There are many such things, and the New Year period in the oncology department is also a time when patients die more intensively.
Just because of a thought, some people can survive for a long time beyond medical judgment; some people die quickly because they lose the desire to live.
These are things that modern medicine cannot explain, but clinicians all know.
After a long time, several family members came back with Chang Yue.
Zheng Ren looked up and saw that they were no longer arguing. Although not as close as a family, there is a sense of unfamiliarity. But that's just it, the feeling of tit-for-tat before was completely gone.
"Mr. Zheng, if you're done, let's let the family members have a chat with the patient." Chang Yue's voice was a little hoarse.
Zheng Ren nodded, stood up and took a look at the ECG monitor.
When the vital signs were stable, he said in a deep voice: "Write down the value and write it down in the medical record when you go back."
This is a way to guard against gentlemen and villains, and Zheng Ren actually doesn't have a good way. He was worried that if the patient and his family members quarreled, he would have a myocardial infarction.
Although Big Pig Hoof has no warning, it is still best to be as careful as possible.
Coming to the corridor, Zheng Ren asked: "Is it solved?"
"The family sat down to talk and their matter was resolved." Chang Yue said coldly.
Zheng Ren heard something wrong in Chang Yue's words, and the tone and expression of Chang Yue's call to him just now confirmed his suspicion.
"The eldest daughter, who is now the mistress, will get a house in the imperial capital each, plus cash. I haven't said how much cash it will be, and we have to continue talking." Chang Yue said, "The rest belongs to the current wife."
“…”
Zheng Ren sighed, is this a division of inheritance? But the person is not dead yet!
But he didn't ask, not even a word. It couldn’t be clearer what the patient’s family and the patient himself would choose.
The trainee doctor lamented that a house in the imperial capital, even if it was outside the Fifth Ring Road, was still worth a lot of money.
He licked his lips enviously.
They said write quickly...
The phone rang. Zheng Ren took it out and took a look. It was Su Yun.
"I'm at a community hospital."
"Oh, come on then, I still need some time."
After speaking briefly, he hung up the phone.
The three people were standing in the corridor. In the distance, Fan Tianshui was walking back and forth. Just the aura of a man like him is enough to suppress everyone else's desire to watch the fun.
More than ten minutes later, Zheng Ren heard shouts and curses coming from the ward, and then a hoarse voice said: "Discharge, go home."
A few seconds later, Wei Qingsen's current wife walked out. She greeted Zheng Ren and the training doctor in a gentle manner.
Then she said to Chang Yue very kindly: "Dr. Chang, I'm sorry to make you laugh. Lao Wei said he was going to be discharged from the hospital. Please go through the formalities here and I will sign."