“…”
Except for Su Yun, everyone in the room was stunned. The painting style changes suddenly, leaving people at a loss as to what to do. One side is worried that the true energy will burst out of the body, but the other side wants to make a film. This is a ghostly style of painting, and no one can accept it immediately.
"Zheng..." Master Yan only said one word, and his voice became completely hoarse. At this moment, even Master Yan had doubts about his decision to find Boss Zheng to "protect the law".
The true energy took shape, and he said he wanted to make a film!
"Where is the nearest hospital? At least I need an X-ray." Zheng Rendao, "There is insufficient clinical data to give a definite diagnosis. I suggest you also check the blood routine and fecal parasites... and then..."
"Boss Zheng, why don't you go and take a rest first?" Yan Changsen said helplessly.
This is just asking people to leave, and it's just a polite way of saying it.
Zheng Ren glanced at Yan Changsen, and then focused on the patient. Whether the slender hard object in the sacrospinalis muscle was a parasite or a transformed form of true energy could only be determined with clinical auxiliary examination.
At this time, an idea that had nothing to do with the condition suddenly appeared in his mind - there would be no medical treatment without examination.
What the hell, I have a system cheat, and I don’t even know what it is without a checkup. Can an ordinary doctor know it at a glance? Witch doctor! Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.
Song Moji broke the silence and said softly: "Boss Zheng, according to the legend, the catastrophe can be big or small. The big ones are thousands of miles away, and the snow is heavy in June. The small ones are also born with strange phenomena, and there are many."
Zheng Ren sighed. Although he said it cryptically, he immediately understood what Master Song meant - that there was no way to send him to the hospital.
The hospital, the smallest town-level hospital, is surrounded by thousands of households. It really looks like a nuclear bomb... No, it definitely won't. But the "patient's family" insists not to go to the hospital, what should they do
Zheng Ren suddenly thought of this question.
It’s such a big hole, it’s been like this from the very beginning. If it weren't for the things I dreamed of on that list, I wouldn't have bothered to come here.
"Once things change, I will regret leaving the old house. Boss Zheng, please be careful." Song Mo Ai simply explained the matter clearly.
"Wang Guiyu turned into an immortal. This is recorded in the history books. A hundred thousand people gathered around to watch, but nothing happened." Su Yun looked at Song Mo Ai and said. After all, he was Master Song, so Su Yun's tone of reply was quite gentle.
"Don't disturb the world." The patient lying on the bed said softly.
His voice was hoarse, just six words, but it seemed like he had exhausted all his strength, and he was dripping with sweat.
It could be seen that he was enduring the severe pain with great perseverance.
Zheng Ren sighed. He could ignore what Master Yan said, and he could ignore what Song Mo Ai said, but the patient's wishes must still be respected.
After studying medical ethics for so many years, it has already penetrated into Zheng Ren's consciousness and behavior.
"Then..." Zheng Ren pondered, "Master Yan, the X-ray machine still needs to be developed, and I'm afraid it might not be ready for a while. Is it okay to borrow a B-ultrasound machine from a hospital?"
Master Yan finally felt that he was wrong, from beginning to end.
The true energy takes shape and gushes out like the Yangtze River from the Changqiang point of the Governor Vessel. Boss Zheng is still stubborn about checking it.
If it weren't for Boss Zheng standing in front of him, Master Yan might have become angry.
"Master Yan, can I contact you?" Song Moqi broke the awkward atmosphere and said softly: "According to what Boss Zheng said, right?"
She advised softly.
"Okay." Master Yan didn't hesitate much. He had no choice but to say immediately: "Changsen, borrow a B-ultrasound machine. The faster the better."
"There is also an anesthesiologist who will perform epidural anesthesia. The relevant drugs will be brought along with him, and then he will disinfect a room. Surgery may be performed later." Zheng Ren said firmly.
As soon as his words came out, the atmosphere in the room was stagnant and sticky, and it couldn't be stirred. It is weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, and everyone has countless thoughts.
Boss Zheng needs surgery!
Su Yun's first thought was - this is a disease, not some mysterious and mysterious form of true energy.
Master Yan was a little confused. Is Boss Zheng so powerful that he is prepared to use surgery to help his junior disciple overcome the calamity
Song Mo'an frowned lightly. She had no doubts, but she felt emotional in her heart that Boss Zheng could solve the demon fetus and make her mother and son safe. Now we need to use surgical methods to solve the problem of the transformation of true energy and help overcome the disaster... This can be said to be a miraculous skill!
Yan Changsen sighed, turned around and left.
Just do what Boss Zheng said. Anyway, a dead horse is a living horse, and no one has any good ideas now.
"Boss Zheng, please take a rest." Master Yan said solemnly.
Zheng Ren shook his head, sat next to the patient, and said, "I'll keep an eye on it."
Song Mo Ai showed a sign to Master Yan. Master Yan understood and left the young man to help, then left with Master Song.
"Master Yan, you are wrong." After going out, it was afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and it was warm on my body. Song Mo Ai was not polite and said directly.
Master Yan sighed, shook his head slightly, and said, "What Master Song said is absolutely true. I shouldn't have invited Boss Zheng to come."
"No, you misunderstood what I meant." Song Moqi said, "I mean you shouldn't doubt Boss Zheng."
"Um?"
"When it comes to heavenly calamity, it's all vague. You and I can only look for clues in the pile of old papers." Song Moqi said: "All rivers return to the sea, all laws return to the sect. How can you know that what Boss Zheng said is false?"
"Can… "
"I was pregnant with Liujia that day. Is the magic fetus true or false? Boss Zheng helped me and came back from the dead. Isn't this enough?" Song Moji said firmly, "In terms of hexagrams, there is still a trace of falsehood. Shengsheng, I belong to Boss Zheng."
Master Yan's expression changed again and again. He raised his head and looked directly at the noon sun.
After three breaths, Master Yan looked serious and bowed to the ground, "Thank you, Master Song, for your guidance."
"You're welcome, you and I are from the same branch. I just experienced it personally, so I have a lot of feelings." Song Moqi smiled and said, "Master Yan, please start setting up the various magic formations as soon as possible."
"Yes." Master Yan nodded, "Master Song, please help me."
After saying that, he strode away and explained the matter to the people waiting outside the hospital.
In the room, Zheng Ren was sitting on a wooden chair beside the bed, looking at the sweating patient with a solemn expression.
"Boss, do you really want an operation?" Su Yun asked.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren said, "Both you and I were wrong."
"wrong?"
"Yes!" Zheng Ren said firmly: "Let me ask you, what would you do if you encountered such a patient in the emergency department?"
Su Yun was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly. Only his own boss would stubbornly treat the person in front of him as a patient and think about everything from the perspective of a doctor.
"Let's check, what else can we do?"