The patient was picked up by Feng Qing, and Zheng Ren was temporarily relieved.
He believed in Feng Qing's level. Although he was not very good at speaking, his level was still very high. It’s not about cross talk, why is a doctor so smooth-talking
I originally planned to come to the endocrinology hospital for consultation, but I may hesitate to argue whether the patient should go to neurosurgery if he has a head injury.
The patient is lucky. He has several neighbors who are willing to spend money to treat him, and he can also meet a relatively high-level doctor like Feng Qing.
After sending the emergency room away, the pot was already boiling in the clinic.
In less than half an hour, there were nearly 20 patients lining up outside.
Zheng Ren was also very helpless. It was an emergency... no wonder no one wanted to do it.
Along the way to see a doctor, Zheng Ren took a patient with acute appendicitis to the inpatient department and called Su Yun to prepare for surgery.
When making the call, Zheng Ren felt a little complicated.
I usually answer the phone by myself, but now I make the call myself. The roles are misplaced, and I feel a little inexplicable.
Just after lunch, it was already dark. Zheng Ren didn't bother to order dinner, and it wasn't until after six o'clock that the patients in the consulting room were cleared.
Now that I can take a breath, the next step is to wait for the overwhelming number of patients after eight o'clock.
Zheng Ren took the time to take Fan Tianshui to smoke outside the side door. He just took a few puffs and before he could say anything to Fan Tianshui, he heard a voice coming from the corridor.
"Doctor... I have a stomachache..."
Zheng Ren was startled for a moment, and then his mood became violent. He opened the door and shouted: "Keep silence in the hospital, I don't know."
Su Yun smiled and stopped talking, running towards Zheng Ren.
"I'm here to see you." Su Yun said with a smile.
"Are you done with appendicitis?"
"It's all finished a long time ago. Let me tell you, the professor and the director of the interventional department of the medical university have been waiting for you all afternoon." Su Yundao said.
Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed: "No time."
"I'm here to help you for a while." Su Yun blew a puff of black hair on his forehead and said, "As for academic matters, you should try your best to be practical. You must pay attention to this matter, Boss Zheng."
As he said that, Su Yun changed his face and said with a very serious expression: "Tip surgery, new surgical method, don't tell them everything. At the very least, you have to wait until the professor and I publish the article. "
"No need." Zheng Ren waved his hand.
Zheng Ren's idea is very simple. It is estimated that he is the only doctor in the world who is a master interventionist. He can completely crush others with his strength. There is really no need to worry about these things.
Su Yun was a little surprised and glanced at Zheng Ren, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
After a few seconds, he said leisurely, "Boss, sometimes I think you are pretending to be stupid, and sometimes I think you are really stupid."
"It's pretty much the same."
"Well, add like life, or like love, and your words will turn into a thick and greasy chicken soup." Su Yun sprayed: "Do you know that a new surgical method can What’s the best way to improve your academic status… and your status in the world?”
Zheng Ren smiled, looked at Su Yun, and said seriously: "It's not necessary. Everyone has learned it and can treat patients earlier, and more people will benefit from it. There is no need to hide and hide, just like It’s life.”
"..." Su Yun's eyes suddenly became sharp, and Zheng Ren knew that he was preparing to use all his firepower to spray him.
Fan Tianshui smiled innocently as he watched the two people bickering without any nutrition.
But before Su Yun could say anything, the nurse shouted: "Mr. Zheng, there is a patient."
Zheng Ren quickly put out his cigarette and hurried back to the corridor.
A rosy-faced, slightly sad middle-aged man in his fifties appeared in front of him, being pulled by a child.
The middle-aged man kept saying no, but the young man looked stubborn.
The young man looks like he is nineteen or twenty, which is when he is in good health. Although the middle-aged man is also very determined, he cannot control him.
"Doctor, look at my uncle, save him!" The young man said with a cry when he saw Zheng Ren walking over in a hurry.
Zheng Ren glanced at the system diagnosis in the upper right corner of his field of vision, and his heart dropped.
No, not just half of it, but the whole heart was cold.
Su Yun said in a weird voice: "What are you fighting about in the hospital?"
"Su Yun!" Zheng Ren scolded in a low voice, then came to the two of them and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"
Su Yun was a little surprised, but then he realized that there must be something wrong with the patient, otherwise a simple and honest man like Zheng Ren would never talk to him in this tone.
He followed Zheng Ren seriously and observed the middle-aged man carefully.
"Doctor, my uncle drank pesticide!" The young man was about to cry. He grabbed Zheng Ren's arm and said, "Doctor, please, save him."
"Su Yun, take the patient for gastric lavage." Zheng Ren's voice was low, full of the majesty of a senior doctor.
Su Yun knew the matter was serious when he heard the sound, but seeing this middle-aged man jumping around like nothing was wrong made him feel strange.
Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and his expression suddenly changed.
Without arguing with Zheng Ren, Su Yun took the middle-aged man directly to the emergency room for gastric lavage.
"You, come with me." After Zheng Ren said that, he led the young man to the internal medicine clinic and asked him to sit down. Zheng Ren then asked: "What kind of pesticide did you drink? How much did you drink?"
"I don't know what kind of pesticide it is, so I drank half of the bottle." The young man said, putting a canvas bag in front of him, opening it, and took out half of the bottle of pesticide.
"Doctor, this is it." The young man's tears were already streaming down his face. "I know, it will be fine after gastric lavage, right, right?"
Zheng Ren took a look at the pesticide and saw that the big pig in the system was right. It was indeed paraquat!
This was the first time since Zheng Ren was bound to the system that he sincerely hoped that Big Pig Hoof had given him a wrong diagnosis.
However, the system's indifference once again proved it was correct.
"What's your name?" Zheng Ren tried his best to soften his tone, trying to appease the young man.
"My name is Chu Wenshan." The young man said.
"Xiao Chu, are you going to school or working?" Zheng Ren did not continue to talk about his condition, but chatted with Chu Wenshan about his daily life.
Chu Wenshan felt something strange. He stood up in a hurry, and two lines of tears fell from his eyes.
"Doctor, I'm a junior in college in the provincial capital." Chu Wenshan said, "You... if you have anything... just tell me anything."
"Sit down first." Zheng Ren looked into his eyes and said.
Chu Wenshan seemed to have heard what Zheng Ren was saying, and sat tremblingly in front of Zheng Ren.
"Paraquat, there is still hope in small doses, although... the hope is actually not great. But the patient drank so much, there is really no hope." Zheng Ren helplessly told the truth.
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The plot was originally deleted. During the Chinese New Year, a classmate worked at Nanfang Hospital and encountered such a case again. Although the country no longer allows manufacturing, there are still some. I didn’t write about the previous cases, but briefly described them later to try to lighten the sad atmosphere.
Live seriously and work hard. No matter how difficult it is, after a while, looking back it will become lighter and lighter.
Ten years ago, I was a young nurse. Every night shift, I would treat her to a Coke. Because she couldn't marry her boyfriend of five or six years, she committed suicide. Well, not dead. icu is no joke. When I went to work the next day, she was still semi-awake. Tell me, brother, I want to drink Coke.
Whether it's taking medicine or other methods, to be honest, it's quite painful. Now the girl is married, has children, is happy and happy. But when it comes to this impulse, I feel full of regret. Although he is not dead, he has fallen into trouble.
I can’t say anything more, and I’ll be charged if I say anything more. As the old saying goes, the boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge. Don't be afraid, don't panic, just wait and see.