At some point, the sound of a flat car came from the corridor, interrupting Zheng Ren's thinking.
Tang Haitao shouted a little bit loudly, "Security! Security!!"
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then stood up quickly and strode out.
"Boss, why are you meddling in everything?" Su Yun followed behind and said sarcastically.
But Zheng Ren didn't say anything. He frowned and saw a man holding a knife with blood on it. He was carrying someone on his back, his face could not be seen, and his hands were dripping with blood.
Nowadays, public security is getting better and better, and the underworld has gradually turned into a legend. What is the situation? Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. Come to the hospital with a knife in your hand...
"Doctor, it's not me, it's her! It's her!" The man carrying the person on his back shouted loudly, indicating not to misunderstand, "Help!!"
He shouted so urgently that Zheng Ren's first impression was that this man was completely unaware that he was still holding a knife in his hand.
There are really not many people who come to the hospital with a knife.
In the early morning, the two groups fought. After the fight on the roadside, they met at the hospital and started another fight. The medical staff basically waited for the two groups to clean up the mess after the fight, with fists and feet flying and swords flashing, who dared to rush forward.
"Put down the knife first!" Although Tang Haitao was timid, he still held a bench in his hand to defend himself and said nervously.
"Uh..." The man was startled for a moment, then immediately threw the knife to the ground and said anxiously behind the patient's back: "Help!"
Zheng Ren strode forward, pulled a flat car over, and said in a deep voice: "Put it on the flat car."
After saying that, he looked back at the nurse and said, "Take your blood pressure."
Zheng Ren thought it was a suicidal patient, but he didn't expect the man to put the patient on the flat car. The system panel was red with blood, and the disease diagnosis - cerebral hemorrhage was clearly marked on it.
This is a bit strange, but cerebral hemorrhage is really no joke. Zheng Ren laid the patient down, rolled her eyelids, and saw that the left pupil was dilated, so he called Tang Haitao over.
Without any nonsense, Zheng Ren took out a small flashlight from his pocket and took a look at the light reflection of his pupils.
Sure enough, Big Pig Hoof once again proved his accuracy.
"Uh..." Tang Haitao was also stunned. Was this domestic violence? Did he hit his head with something heavy and cause brain damage
He tugged on Zheng Ren's white clothes, and Zheng Ren turned around and said, "Head CT, right away. After it's done, send it to neurosurgery!"
Tang Haitao was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand what Boss Zheng said, he immediately went to place an order.
The patient's blood pressure was 180/100mmhG. After intravenous administration of a small amount of antihypertensive drugs to control blood pressure, the patient was urgently sent to the CT room for examination.
No matter how injured this kind of patient is, it is absolutely impossible and cannot be sent directly to neurosurgery.
Without a head CT scan, neurosurgery cannot even perform a craniotomy. The surgical field of neurosurgery is quite small, and a small error can make a huge difference. No matter how urgent it is, a CT scan must be performed, otherwise it will waste more time.
Sometimes the patient's family members don't understand and think that doing CT will delay the treatment. Fortunately, the man in front of him was already confused. He took whatever the doctor said and had no opinions of his own.
Watching the flat cart rumble away, Tang Haitao carefully took a piece of gauze and put away the blood-stained knife.
"Did you call the police?" Su Yun asked.
"Well, this is the murder weapon, I have to keep it." Tang Haitao's voice was trembling, but he still insisted.
"Why bother the police? The patient initially thought it was self-harm." After Su Yun finished speaking, he saw that his boss was stunned and turned back to the room. He did not explain in detail and followed him back.
Self-mutilation? No one would cut off his or her fingers. The fingers connect to the heart, but it is not fatal. If it weren't for cruel torture, how could this happen
Tang Haitao curled his lips in disbelief, but he knew enough not to refute.
Boss Zheng is said to be the chief resident of the emergency department in Haicheng and has a deep affection for the emergency department.
After coming to 912, he often went to the emergency department. As a result, Zhou Litao, the previous chief resident, received huge benefits. Not only did he have a top SCI paper, but he also had a lot of national-level scientific research.
They say Boss Zheng is a prosperous person, but he is really prosperous. Tang Haitao's envious eyes are all blue. Offend Boss Zheng? Tang Haitao had no problem with his mind and would never do such a stupid thing.
Brother Yun was just talking nonsense just now. Just pretend that you didn't hear it. There is no need to argue. People, sometimes you still have to pretend to be confused.
Soon, the police arrived, took away the "murder weapon" and rushed to the neurosurgery. Tang Haitao went along to identify the murderer.
With the police by his side, Tang Haitao became more courageous, but his voice was still a little bit girly.
But soon, he came back as dejected as a defeated rooster. Returning to the emergency department, he went directly into Mr. Cui's office.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun." He greeted in a slightly girly voice.
"What?" Zheng Ren looked at the medical records in his hand and seemed to be thinking about something. He asked softly without raising his head.
Su Yun clicked on the phone screen with his hands, as if he was chatting with someone.
"The patient said it was..."
"Bloodletting, haven't you seen it?" Su Yun's disdainful words came, and the black hair on his forehead was floating, as if in agreement.
"..." Tang Haitao was really stunned this time.
"It's normal. Just like the last time a child had allergic reactions to his hands, Mr. Tang immediately knew that he was playing with Snoopy. You'll know after seeing him once. It's normal to not understand if you've never seen him before." Zheng Ren smiled and told Tang Haitao Rescue.
"Why don't I know about Snoopy?" Su Yun asked, lowering his head.
"The time Chang Yue went into anaphylactic shock, you looked at Chang Yue in the emergency room."
Su Yun was dumbfounded, that was a scar. If his boss hadn't told him, he would have been in a hurry.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, how did you two figure it out?" Tang Haitao asked humbly.
"I didn't see any trauma to the head. If there is intracranial bleeding, there must be a reason. Judging from the patient's condition, I highly suspect that he has high blood pressure. He is dizzy. Then I use some bloodletting therapy at home."
"Is this bloodletting done by traditional Chinese medicine?" Tang Haitao asked.
"No." Zheng Rendao, "Traditional Chinese medicine still requires syndrome differentiation, which is different from Western medicine's bloodletting therapy. The patient's condition is like... "
"It's just people who don't know anything, but they know there is bloodletting therapy, and they say it's very useful. Chinese medicine doesn't take pulses, look, smell, ask, and feel, so how can anyone just cut their own fingers with a knife
Speaking of Western medicine, Western medicine that practiced bloodletting hundreds of years ago started with 800ml of blood, but gave up in the end because too many people died. "
Su Yun lowered his head, spoke without delaying the chat, and was very skilled at multitasking.
"Bleed a few hundred milliliters of blood? Can that person still live?" Tang Haitao was startled.
Bloodletting therapy sounds unreliable at first glance. Which doctor has no time to study this stuff? So when Tang Haitao heard that 800ml of blood was required, which was still the starting amount, he was immediately confused.