Dean Zhang hid his face and walked away.
He felt that if he continued to listen, he would not have the courage to ask Zheng Ren to take Professor Rudolf Wagner to the Second Hospital for surgery.
Director Xia was fine. He greeted Zheng Ren and took the patient back to the Department of Gastroenterology.
This time, the patient did not have so many problems after the operation. The increased portal pressure was resolved, and the elimination of ascites was just a common technical task. It was not difficult for Director Xia.
After calming down, Zheng Ren watched with anticipation as the task completion number on the system panel changed from 0 to 1.
I originally thought it would be very difficult to perform 10 tip surgeries in one month.
But with the help of Dean Zhang from the Second Hospital, 10 tip surgeries should not be a big deal.
Looking at the generous rewards, especially the one-month completion time, Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes.
"Boss, how many tip surgeries are we going to do elsewhere?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.
"I don't know, but it is said that there are as many as you want."
"That's good. Do scientific research and publish it..." Before the professor could finish speaking, a voice interrupted him.
"Fuguier, I am responsible for the boss's scientific research." Su Yun had a gloomy face, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
Professor Rudolph looked at Su Yun, his expression gradually darkened.
What makes a doctor famous
It must be a magic technique! New diagnostic and treatment methods!
The professor's eyes almost turned red when he thought of the words "zheng-rudolf" in front of the operation procedure in the future when others undergo tip surgery.
"Don't make trouble." Zheng Ren said, "Go and check the ward."
Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren who seemed to be unaware of these things and smiled.
Then Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner put their arms around each other and whispered, occasionally looking up at Zheng Ren while talking.
After the operation, all Zheng Ren could think about was the eighty-year-old man during the ward rounds in the morning.
It looked like there was nothing wrong with it, but the old man just said that he felt uncomfortable here and there.
If he was pretending to be sick, what was his purpose? At such an old age, his children are all around him, and he looks quite filial, which directly eliminates the possibility that he is an old child and wants his children's attention.
But if it wasn't malingering, there was no other clinical explanation, and even the system didn't give any prompts.
Strange.
Walking to the observation room of the emergency department, Zheng Ren suddenly had an idea.
You can ask Chang Yue to give it a try. Chang Yue is very familiar with every patient's family, and maybe he can make more discoveries.
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren calmed down and entered the emergency observation room.
The old man's son was sitting by the bed, peeling fruit for the old man. The old man was lying on the hospital bed, with his legs crossed, humming a tune, tiptoeing little by little, looking very leisurely and at ease.
What's wrong with this
Zheng Ren became more and more certain that the old man was pretending to be ill.
He came to the bed and asked softly, "Uncle, I am the chief resident of the emergency department. Please tell me what's wrong with you."
The old man opened his eyes and saw Zheng Ren. He immediately frowned and pointed at his stomach and said, "Doctor, I have a stomachache."
Zheng Ren lowered the old man's legs, put himself in a posture for a physical examination, and then rubbed his hands to minimize the temperature difference between his palms and his abdomen.
Palpation, with Zheng Ren's little tricks, the old man had no experience and defense.
There are no tender points in the abdomen, and the old man is healthy.
But despite this judgment, Zheng Ren did not dare to issue an order to expel the old man from the hospital.
Things like occupying public medical resources are just words typed by keyboardists. At this age, no matter whether you are sick or in trouble, you may fall asleep and not wake up.
Forced to be discharged from the hospital, if his mood fluctuates, it will lead to unpredictable consequences... Zheng Ren doesn't want to provoke this.
Elderly people of this age should go to the emergency ward upstairs.
If you are still in the emergency observation room and encounter several car accidents, fights, and noisy patients at night, the old man may have a myocardial infarction.
I explained the situation to my family members, and instead of being hospitalized, the emergency department borrowed a bed in the emergency ward.
Returning to the emergency ward, the old man expressed satisfaction with the tranquility here.
"Mr. Zheng, who's the patient?" Before Zheng Ren could say anything, Chang Yue came up to him.
"I think it's a patient who is pretending to be ill. I don't know the specific reason yet." Zheng Ren said, "I'll leave this matter to you to eliminate hidden dangers."
"..." Chang Yue was stunned for a moment, then glared at Zheng Ren, "Check for hidden dangers? How to check? Mr. Zheng can give me some advice."
Chang Yue's attitude when speaking was a little bad, but Zheng Ren could tolerate it. It was originally causing trouble to Chang Yue, so I don't blame Chang Yue for being unhappy.
With a smile, Zheng Ren explained his thoughts to Chang Yue.
Zheng Ren has a good attitude, and Chang Yue is embarrassed to show him too much shame. And Chang Yue was also curious as to why the old man pretended to be sick.
Is the hospital more comfortable than home
Absolutely impossible.
Just look at the post-operative patients in the emergency ward and you will know that no one wants to sleep in the hospital overnight as long as they can walk.
No matter what the doctors say, no matter what the medical insurance checks, nothing can stop the patients from wanting to go home.
It's amazing that anyone would want to be hospitalized.
After explaining the old man's matter to Chang Yue, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After the operation, Yang Lili had already extubated the tube. Three to five days later, the inferior vena cava filter of the patient with pulmonary embolism was taken out, and there was nothing urgent at hand.
The rest is emergency surgery, the "flying knife" of the second hospital, waiting for Director Kong's call.
Zheng Ren was thinking about it in his mind, sitting on the chair, feeling very safe and comfortable.
Take out "General Surgery" and continue reading. Reading has become a part of Zheng Ren's life.
But now, with his mobile phone next to the book and chatting with Xie Yiren from time to time, Zheng Ren's reading efficiency is countless times lower than usual.
Soon, it was time for lunch.
When Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren were discussing what to eat, a strange phone call came in.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Director Ding."
"Well, I'm in the ward."
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the ward."
Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
Why did Ding Zhongtai call him? Is it still a private number, not the hospital's landline
Originally, he had no contact with Ding Zhongtai, but Zheng Ren felt that there was something wrong in Ding Zhongtai's phone call.
Soon, Ding Zhongtai came to the office door of the emergency ward. He took a look and saw someone in the office, so he waved to Zheng Ren.
"Director Ding, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren walked out and asked.
Ding Zhongtai pulled Zheng Ren to a deserted corner and asked in a low but serious voice: "Xiao Zheng, was the person you were looking for behind the car accident?"
Car accident? Still rear-ended? what is that
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
"Ambulance." Mrs. Ding Zhong said.
This butt is really crooked when you sit on it.