“…”
Zheng Ren was speechless. Facing this brave child, he didn't know how to answer.
"Self-study class?" Su Yun glanced at the boy and asked, "What grade are you in?"
"Second grade."
"Have you learned the story of Peach Blossom Spring? Since Yun's ancestors escaped from the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, he led his wife's people to come to this desperate situation. He never came out and was isolated from outsiders. When I ask what time it is now, I don't know that there is a Han Dynasty, regardless of the Wei and Jin Dynasties."
"..." The boy in the second grade of junior high school looked at Su Yun dumbfounded, as if he had seen a demon. Is he a teacher? I am a new Chinese teacher, otherwise I would not be able to memorize the text so well.
"What's the next sentence!" Su Yun blew, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
The boy in the second grade of junior high school grinned, feeling relieved that he didn't cry, then turned around and ran away. This time I really met the teacher. What is the next sentence? This is a standard question asked by the teacher. I have to go back and memorize the text quickly.
"Why are you so difficult for your child?" Zheng Ren asked with a sigh.
"Look at his stinking fart, have you ever carried it on his back?"
"It's not difficult to carry it." Zheng Ren shook his head and said.
"Teacher... I know the next sentence." A little girl blinked her bright eyes and walked over timidly. Her little face was rosy, and it looked like she had mustered up all the courage in her life to "strike up a conversation" for the first time.
"Dinosaurs are everywhere, can they carry them?" Su Yun did not ask about "Peach Blossom Spring", but said something strange.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. "Dinosaurs Are Everywhere" is a short essay by Asimov. Su Yun used Asimov to test junior high school students. It was a bit too much.
"..." The female student glanced at Su Yun blankly, then lowered her head.
"I thought you knew that I wanted you to tell me about the background information of Asimov's Galactic Empire. Go out to play after the self-study class, and don't join in the fun here. What will you do if we are really bad people?" Su Yun said to the girl His voice and tone were obviously much gentler than those of the boy just now.
"Uncle, are you a teacher? Which grade will you teach in the future?" The girl summoned up her last bit of courage and asked.
"I am a 912 doctor, not a teacher." Su Yun replied.
The girl tried hard to write down 912, glanced at Su Yun secretly, turned around and ran away.
"You're going too far. You have the nerve to ask a junior high school student such a difficult question." Zheng Ren said.
"The Chinese textbook has been changed, and the ubiquitous dinosaurs have been included in the Chinese class. You don't know, this is basic knowledge." Su Yundao.
"Uh...how do you know?"
"You don't even know how much I paid for it! When you were braiding the red rope, I was doing scientific research; while you were sleeping, I was doing... "
"Stop talking nonsense, what's going on?" Zheng Ren interrupted Su Yun. He knew that this guy was going back on what he had said to him before.
"Shi Huairu is divorced. He has a son who will take the high school entrance examination next year." Su Yun shrugged, "I want to do scientific research and help others with their children at the same time. You don't know how difficult it is. In order to do scientific research, I have to start I became a cram school teacher. I am proficient in mathematics, physics, and chemistry. Looking back now...it’s pointless, and I won’t be able to pass the exam in Qingbei.”
"Shi Huairu? He is so lazy and motionless, why is there a woman willing to marry him?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.
"So do you regret it? That guy is a big pit." Su Yun said, "What's the next step?"
Zheng Ren looked at a group of girls in the distance whispering to each other, with a faint beast-like light in their eyes. He knew that Su Yun was a nuisance, so he took the orange and left immediately.
"Take the oranges for testing."
The three went back to find Ringer and handed the oranges to the CDC people.
"The children in 912 have one thing in common - they drank freshly squeezed orange juice. If you suspect there is something wrong with the oranges, let's do a test first." Zheng Ren explained to them.
Ringer was also quite convinced. Usually this kind of joint law enforcement was just a formality, no one could take the lead, and no one would be particularly serious. This is an offending job and not easy to do.
If you do well, others will say that you are grabbing the credit and greedy for profit. If you don't do it well, all the blame will be shouldered.
Boss Zheng seemed to have no idea about this. His purpose was simple and he didn't pay attention to the other thoughts of the people around him.
Treating illnesses and saving people, that’s all.
It seems that he still has to help say something by himself, lest Boss Zheng makes too many enemies, and he doesn't know when a stumbling block will pop up in the future.
"Oranges?" The leader of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention was holding a dozen oranges and couldn't laugh or cry.
They said they should write a love song soon...
Zheng Ren's cell phone rang. He took it out and took a look. It was Fang Lin calling.
"Sorry, hospital phone number." Zheng Ren smiled apologetically and went to answer the phone.
Ringer said with a smile, "Check it out, I'll go with you so that if anything happens, we can coordinate it."
"There must be something wrong with Orange." Su Yun said with certainty, "Analyzing it from a statistical perspective..."
Facing the somewhat questioning expressions of the CDC, Su Yun began to talk about statistical formulas.
"Chu Lin, let's go back first." After Zheng Ren answered the phone, he interrupted Su Yun's nagging, "We encountered a strange patient in the chest department."
"Well, Boss Zheng, you go back first, and I will follow you to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. I will report the results as soon as possible." Lin Ge said naturally.
People at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention knew that Lin Ge was a division-level cadre and a veteran and powerful director of a large tertiary hospital such as 912. He didn't understand the word "report" very much.
The Nobel Prize has such a great aura that even a veteran and powerful director has to report to him? It shouldn't be the case. Even if he is an academician, Director Lin may be polite and courteous, but he will never use the word "report".
Zheng Ren smiled slightly and left in a hurry.
"Boss, what's wrong?" Su Yun asked.
"Fang Lin said that he admitted a patient who was in a car accident. He had traumatic pneumothorax on the left side, splenic rupture, and dextrocardia."
"It's just dextrocardia, why are you so panicked?" Su Yun said contemptuously.
"It is not a simple normal dextrocardia. The pulmonary artery and aorta are turned to the right, two atria are turned, and two ventricles are turned." Zheng Rendao, "It is suspected to be a major torsion of the heart caused by trauma."
"..." Su Yun was startled for a moment, "The torsional movement pattern of the heart not only affects the normal contractile function of the heart, but also promotes ventricular filling in early diastole. Abnormal torsional movement patterns indicate changes in myocardial structure and function."
"It's rare. Let's go back and take a look." Zheng Ren said, "Zhao Yunlong is hesitating whether to open the chest and perform reduction."
"How are the patient's vital signs?" Su Yun asked.
Zheng Ren told Su Yun everything he knew, but it was of no use. One phone call could not explain everything. Moreover, Fang Lin's side is also very busy. It is said that the patient is now on the stage and the anesthesiologist is consulting on the stage.