"Dr. Zheng, you mean well, I know." The man followed Zheng Ren and said softly, having returned to normal more or less.
"Hmm, huh?" Zheng Ren hummed twice. There seemed to be something else in what the man just said.
"Don't comfort me, it will be very troublesome if you make fake test reports." The man said, "A friend and I used to make fake test reports for his elderly family members, and we went to several photocopying agencies. The seal was the most difficult to obtain, and later we found It took a lot of effort to get through it."
Zheng Ren smiled.
Family members of patients often do this kind of thing in order to prevent the elderly with advanced cancer from being suspicious and knowing that they have an incurable disease.
"You are not suffering from late-stage cancer, and I have nothing to do with you. I am just providing an idea. If it is true, it will save you and your wife the trouble. If I guess wrong, please delay for a while. You won't be so angry. Calm down and think about it. , and no one will be killed.”
Zheng Ren explained it very gently, which was completely different from the previous person who angrily criticized the melon-eaters.
As time went by, the man had completely calmed down. He smiled bitterly and said, "Dr. Zheng, do you think that Eason Chan story is false?"
"It's true. You can check it online." Zheng Ren said, "How can you live your life if you are so uncool?"
The man was dubious and searched online for what Zheng Ren had just said.
He almost hit the wall because he was looking so intently. Fortunately, Zheng Ren kept paying attention to him and pulled him away several times. Later, Zheng Ren simply asked him to sit down and take a closer look before speaking.
This man was also attentive. Zheng Ren caught a glimpse of him checking up on Eason Chan's information before starting to look up information about Mumbai's blood type.
"Dr. Zheng, there are only more than 30 people in the country. This is more difficult than winning the sports lottery." The man asked while looking at the information.
"It has been verified that there are more than 30 people. Many people will never need blood transfusions in their lives, and some people have reactions after blood transfusions, which are treated clinically as allergic reactions." Zheng Rendao, "In some ethnic minority areas, about a thousand people have been diagnosed with blood transfusions." There is about a five-in-five chance of having the Bombay blood type.”
“…”
After searching for information on his mobile phone for a while, the man calmed down completely. He thought about it again and again, and gradually became stunned.
As for what he was thinking, Zheng Ren didn't bother to guess.
"Brother, don't think about it." Zheng Ren said, "If you check it out, you will understand what's going on. There's no point in sitting here thinking about it."
"Dr. Zheng, thank you." The man said, "I don't want to check anymore."
"Huh? No more checking?" Zheng Ren was not surprised and just asked calmly.
"No more checking, it's meaningless." The man said, "When Dr. Yuan gave us a pre-operative explanation in the morning, I saw the blood type test report, and I couldn't hold it back. Now think about it, I have to wait for the child to finish the operation. Besides, it’s not.”
"What's wrong with the child?"
"The hernia is not serious." The man said, "I'm going to calm down for a while. Thank you, Dr. Zheng."
Zheng Ren glanced at the man and smiled slightly.
Without insisting on holding him for examination, Zheng Ren watched him walk out of the hall and disappear into the vast sea of people.
"Boss Zheng, what's going on with him? Didn't he say he was going for a check-up?" A security guard who followed asked in a daze.
"Who knows." Zheng Ren replied nonchalantly.
"It's definitely not his biological child..."
"Don't say that, what I just said is true." Zheng Ren stopped the security guard and said slowly.
"Then he..."
"Maybe he is worried that it will be found out that the child is not really his, and he will have an emotional breakdown; maybe he is worried about losing face; or maybe he goes to other hospitals to do a secret examination on his own. There are many possibilities, and I think he will still check. "Zheng Ren said lightly.
"The two of them fought so hard just now, even if they were found out, what use would it be?" the security guard said.
"That's not what you say. This type of blood is very rare and other people's blood cannot be used. From now on, he will donate blood every year and keep it for himself. If necessary, he can transfuse his own blood." Zheng Ren smiled.
This is one of the meanings. As for how the couple will live in the future, I don't have to worry about it.
"I think it's two different things whether the couple's blood types are correct or not." The security guard said with a smile: "Two years ago, something happened in our obstetrics department. When the child was born, the umbilical cord blood was found to be type B, and both parents had type O blood. , the patient’s family immediately became angry.”
"Oh? What happened next?" Although Zheng Ren already knew the answer, he still asked.
"There was a big fuss at the time, and the family was very reluctant, saying that they had the wrong child."
"The family was about to take action, but then Director Lin stepped in to solve the problem. He was not too excited, and first rechecked the couple's blood types. It turned out that the father was confused. He originally had type B blood, but he said he was type O. "
Zheng Ren smiled. This was one of the possibilities, so he took the man to the emergency department for examination.
And the possibility of this happening far exceeds the probability of Bombay blood type. At least half of the people have only a vague idea of their own blood type. It seems that except for such mysterious and mysterious things as blood type and constellation, it is not usually used.
"Boss Zheng, guess what happened next." The security guard chatted with Zheng Renxian with a smile. Originally he had some respect and awe for Zheng Ren, but seeing that Zheng Ren was very gentle, his mood gradually relaxed.
"Later?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Did the father feel that he couldn't step down?"
"Well, instead of apologizing, the quarrel became more and more violent." The security guard said, "It's just a matter of face for you to talk about this person. What can you do if you tell me that you are wrong?"
"Many people are like that. They put themselves on too high a pedestal, and in the end they can't wipe their faces off." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "It's okay, just get used to it."
"Boss Zheng, I heard they said you kicked him just now?" the security guard said, giving a thumbs up, "We don't even dare."
"I beat him like crazy and kicked him twice without hurting him. It's okay. The key is, I'm not wearing white clothes, so he doesn't dare to fight back." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"A few days ago in Chengdu, a doctor was locked in the ward for two hours by the patient's family. After he was rescued, the family took action, saying that a security guard brother had a broken nose."
As he said that, the security guard sighed, "Tell me, what does this mean?"
Zheng Ren knew about this, but he had nothing to say. What the patient's family wants is for the patient to be discharged well and be able to be treated. There will always be a day when there is nothing that can be done.
Like little rocks.
If one of the thousand family members of a patient is extreme, the hospital will be tortured into a state of disgrace.
There is a discrepancy between expectations and actual treatment, which leads many doctors to lower their psychological expectations from the beginning when communicating with patients' families.
It's really not a joke that doctors want to see each other.