After a few minutes, the agitated patient became a little quieter. Director Wang guessed it was because he was exhausted.
It was really hard. The male stretcher bearers in the emergency department were panting from exhaustion, and Director Jiang's clothes were all wet.
Director Wang had no intention of reaching out to help. He didn't know how to treat the patient at all, so it would be in vain. Besides, after hearing what Director Jiang said, he really didn't want to get close to him. Being struck by lightning is no joke. Director Wang really doesn't understand how Director Jiang can survive until retirement safely.
After the police left the contact information of several colleagues of the patient, they told them to come to the branch to take notes tomorrow, and then left.
Director Wang looked at the confused old man and asked, "What's your surname?"
"Ah?" The old man hadn't reacted yet. He didn't expect that he would have to deal with the police one day. Most people are afraid of the police, and they are already very scared just by leaving their contact information.
"I am the director of the General Surgery Department of the People's Hospital. I just heard that you are colleagues of the patient?" Director Wang saw that he was stunned, so he introduced himself and asked.
The old man was much better this time. He stretched out his hand with a grimace and said, "Hello, director. My surname is Zhou."
"Manager Zhou, do you know what's going on? He has been ill before?" Director Wang asked.
"No, it looks normal." Manager Zhou looked at the situation inside and knew something must have happened, and the bitter look on his face became heavier and heavier.
"Think about it carefully, is there really nothing else?" Director Wang has many years of rich clinical experience and can easily ask questions about medical history.
Although it had nothing to do with general surgery, he just finished listening to Professor Su's lecture and subconsciously wanted to ask more questions.
"It's usually nothing, really nothing." Manager Zhou explained repeatedly, "What happened to him today?"
"I heard from the police that he always thought that he was dreaming and wanted to wake up from the nightmare. He just pulled the police and almost rolled under the wheels of the car." Director Wang briefly stated what he knew, and then continued to ask: " Is it really nothing at ordinary times?”
"No." Manager Zhou said, "Is it because you have been too busy working overtime recently and are under too much pressure?"
"It won't be like this with help. Think about it carefully. Does he have other problems? Does he take medicine?"
"At his age, he is only 33..."
"There are so many people in their 20s who have cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction. 33 is already quite a lot." Director Wang interrupted Manager Zhou.
"I..." a girl whispered, "I saw Brother Qiao taking medicine and carrying someone on his back."
"What medicine did you take?"
"I don't know. I asked him and he said they were vitamins. But it didn't look like it to me. It looked like white pills for treating illnesses." The girl said timidly.
"The medicine is in the unit? You go back and look for it." Director Wang then said.
"Hey!" The girl immediately ran away obediently.
Manager Zhou also wants to leave here. He is not feeling well today. This is all nonsense, why is an honest and honest employee of his own trying to drag the police to seek death? When he thought about this, he felt terrified.
What a hell.
He was a little envious of the female staff member. Now Manager Zhou really wanted to leave the hospital. It's just that it's not easy to leave. If something happens to an employee and he, the boss, doesn't come forward, I'm afraid other people will be disappointed.
It’s so difficult, it’s so difficult for me! The manager was wailing in his heart.
"Think again, what else is there?" Director Wang asked.
"Uh... Brother Qiao usually takes a nap, but his face doesn't look good when he wakes up. I asked him once and he said he had a nightmare." A male employee said: "Today he said he was feeling unwell and asked for a day off. Who would have thought that he would That’s it.”
The words are a bit confusing, but Director Wang understands the basic meaning.
He continued to ask some questions. After all, he was a colleague, not a relative or a girlfriend, so he didn't know much about the patient's basic situation.
For more than ten minutes, Director Wang only knew that the sick person inside was usually very practical, capable and hard-working. It seems that I haven't slept very well. In the past few months, I have been in a low mood due to my busy work schedule.
What’s more, I’m not sure what kind of medicine I took. No matter how many there are, this group can't tell clearly at the same time.
Director Wang was a little helpless as the medical history was just a blank piece of paper. Hospitals often receive anonymous patients with no known medical history, which is the most troublesome.
Now this one is a little better, but not much better.
Soon, I received a call from a female staff member saying that the medicine was not found in the office.
Director Wang sighed. It seemed that he could only do the most basic examination first to see if there was any intracranial hemorrhage or the like. If nothing happens, send him to a psychiatric hospital for symptomatic treatment.
As for the future, Director Wang doesn't know how to deal with it.
He saw that the patient in the room was a little quieter again, with a heart rate of 130 beats/min and a high respiratory rate, so he knew it was troublesome.
When he walked in, he saw the patient's hair was messy and his eyes were looking at the ceiling with a lot of fear. And his hands were tightly grasping the bed rails, and the muscles in his whole body were tense, and he would have another major attack at any time.
The coat was already half off, a result of the struggle.
He wore a suit and tie. In order to prevent the patient from suffocating, the tie was immediately loosened and hung around the neck. The whole person was in a mess, and it seemed that he completely lost the aura of a white-collar worker working in the CBD.
The patient's muscles were tense and his shirt was soaked with sweat. Director Wang vaguely saw something in the breast pocket of his shirt.
It might be the hidden medicine, or it might be this person... Director Wang didn't think much and stepped forward to take out the things from his pocket.
It was a transparent plastic bag with seven or eight pills sealed inside.
"This may be the medicine he took. Director Jiang, what do you think it is?" Director Wang handed the medicine to Director Jiang, who was also tired and could hardly hold on.
"Bupropion." Director Jiang was still very professional, and he knew what the drug was at a glance. However, he had no intention of continuing to look, and instead stared at the patient while breathing heavily.
Just like running a half marathon, will Director Jiang's old arms and legs develop rhabdomyolysis? Director Wang thought to himself.
"Director Jiang, the patient's past history..."
"Oh, I just saw his ID card and I called the hospital." Director Jiang said, "His medical records are being transferred."
"..." Director Wang felt that he must be stupid. If the patient has a mental illness, he must go to a mental hospital for treatment.
The drug bupropion is a controlled psychotropic drug and cannot be purchased in ordinary pharmacies.
Although Director Jiang is stupid and bad, there is nothing wrong with what he did.