Zheng Ren rushed back to the emergency department and saw old Director Pan chatting with someone in the lobby. Both seemed very happy and laughed heartily from time to time.
That person looks familiar. Who is he
For Zheng Ren, a terminally ill patient with facial blindness and cancer, it is difficult to remember people if he does not meet them every day.
Even if his IQ is 150+, even if he has a photographic memory.
For a face-blind patient to judge a stranger he has seen several times by relying on his back, the difficulty is undoubtedly SS level.
"Director Pan, I'm back." Zheng Ren came to the two of them and said.
"The third child came to see you and said that he wanted to thank you. He should hurry up to get off work, eat, and go back to rest." Director Lao Pan said.
Only then did Zheng Ren see clearly who the visitor was, and with the words of Director Pan, he remembered that this was the third butler of the richest man in Haicheng.
He also didn't know what the relationship was between old Director Pan and Third Master, and why Director Pan called Third Master Lao San.
"Third Master, we meet again." Zheng Ren smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised, gentle and elegant.
"Dr. Zheng, you are so young and so promising. You are really remarkable." The third master said.
"Stop standing here and being polite." Old Director Pan waved his hand and stopped the two of them from chatting in a domineering manner. "The corridor is almost over, so you won't be allowed to sit in my office. I heard that Zheng Ren just fell into a coma due to low blood sugar. , Third child, take him to dinner quickly. I tell you, if anyone dares to make him drink, I will definitely trouble you tomorrow."
The third master smiled and waved his hand, indicating that the situation mentioned by Old Director Pan would not happen.
"Director Pan, that patient..." Zheng Ren was still thinking about the hundreds of patients suffering from nitrite poisoning, for fear of an accident.
This is the case in the medical industry. No matter how powerful you are, accidents cannot be avoided.
He was saved, but who can guarantee that he will not have liver and kidney failure? Who can guarantee that a transient toxic shock state will not induce other diseases
"Without you, the hospital won't be able to function?" Old Director Pan scolded, his eyes full of love, as if he were looking at his youngest and most beloved son, "If you are allowed to shut down your phone and sleep tonight, the sky will not fall. Looking for you."
Zheng Ren nodded.
Whether he is a junior doctor, a long-term attending physician, a general resident who lives in the hospital and has nowhere to go, or a deputy director or director, they all have a habit of keeping their mobile phones on 24 hours a day.
If your cell phone rings in the middle of the night and it's a call from the hospital, your adrenaline will surge before you even pick up the phone. Shenma is lazy in bed, and Shenma is angry when she wakes up. It doesn't exist at all.
Just like this major rescue operation, the city's No. 1 Hospital mobilized the entire hospital's strength. Hundreds of patients needed a much larger number of medical staff to work together.
If only Zheng Ren had to rely on him... I guess most of the patients would already be cold.
Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.
"Dr. Zheng, I'm here to invite you." The third master was kind and his words and demeanor made people happy.
Saying goodbye to Director Pan, Zheng Ren and San Ye walked out of the emergency room door.
A black extended car parked in front of the door. What brand it was and how luxurious it was, Zheng Ren had never studied luxury cars and had no idea.
A honest-looking driver wearing a suit and tie opened the door and bowed to invite the two of them in.
Zheng Ren discovered that the doors of this car opened in opposite directions, instead of opening in the same direction like ordinary family cars and SUVs.
After getting in the car and chatting with the third master for a few words, Zheng Ren felt a wave of tiredness wash over his body.
People are not made of iron.
During the rescue operation, his body automatically secreted adrenaline, making him forget about fatigue and hunger. But now that the feedback of everything getting worse came back, Zheng Ren just wanted to lie down on the bed and have a good sleep.
When the lights come on, no matter how luxurious the car is, it can't go fast.
It took nearly half an hour for the black luxury car to arrive at the entrance of a plain and ordinary courtyard.
There is a black signboard on the lintel, on which are written four simple red clay pavilions in large characters.
Two waiters stood at the door. They opened the car door and sent the third master and Zheng Ren in silently and professionally.
The yard is not big, with a rockery and gurgling water, creating a sense of paradise in the hustle and bustle of the city.
However, Zheng Ren didn't have a single elegant bone in his body and was not interested in these original designs at all.
Just kidding, people who can afford these things are not short of money. What kind of hardships has Zheng Ren not endured in order to support himself? Where is the leisure and leisure to poke at these things
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he was greeted by a woman wearing a red windbreaker and black hair shawl.
"Dr. Zheng, I finally see you." The woman... probably a girl, said politely and gently.
This person is extremely beautiful, with snow-white skin and a layer of luster, as if she is a fairy sister carved from a large piece of raw jade.
Her eyebrows are like a painting, and her hair is like the wind. His bright eyes were like stars, and he could look straight into Zheng Ren's heart.
But this person couldn't tell how old he was.
Judging by the ease and ease with which she moved her hands and feet, she seemed to have the temperament of a strong woman in her late thirties, around forty, who has been involved in the business for more than ten years.
As for his facial features, there is still a hint of childishness, making him look like he is about twenty years old.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then responded with a gentle smile, stepped forward and stretched out his hand.
The cold fingers traced across Zheng Ren's hands, like a dragonfly touching water, making people unable to feel a trace of fireworks.
"I am Buyunge's daughter, Bu Li. Doctor Zheng, please come in." The woman named Bu Li made a polite gesture of invitation.
Zheng Ren had an impression of the richest man in Haicheng, and his surname was indeed Bu. Moreover, Buyunge had at least ten hospital-wide consultations before the operation, and Zheng Ren still remembered his name.
It’s just that Buyun Pavilion’s daughter is called Bu Li, which is a bit too quaint.
When you enter the house and take a seat, there is a chef in a white hat who is almost reaching the ceiling with his utensils and cooking various delicacies on the spot in front of the table.
Zheng Ren has never seen such a scene, and is not interested in it, nor will he have any kind of amazing emotion and then kneel down and lick it.
In his opinion, it was just vegetables, snails and undercooked steak.
Seeing that Zheng Ren was in a calm mood and did not show the slightest surprise, the third master actually became a little more interested. While talking and laughing, strange stories from all over the world came to mind, but they all suited Zheng Ren's appetite, and we had a lot of fun talking.
Bu Li occasionally said a few words, appraising the dishes and giving advice. Although he didn't say much, he added a lot of color to the third master's jokes.
The food was bland and the beef was undercooked. Zheng Ren was not full and missed the small skewers shop at his doorstep.
At this time, go pick up some skewers and drink a bottle of cool Coke, that's life.
Seeing that Zheng Ren's face was getting increasingly tired, Third Master and Bu Li were both shrewd people. After looking at each other, Bu Li said, "My father's surgery is due to Dr. Zheng's generous intervention."
"You're welcome, this is what a doctor should do." Zheng Ren smiled.
"There is no right or wrong. From my understanding, no matter how far you go, you will still have to take the blame." Bu Li also understood.
Things in the world are mostly the same.
Zheng Ren smiled and said nothing.
"It's a blessing in disguise. It's a blessing. Didn't Dr. Zheng go to the emergency department and be favored by Lao Pan? His future will be limitless." The third master said.
"Haha, I'm used to it." Zheng Ren said lightly, "In the hospital, you can see all kinds of things in the world, so many things gradually become less important.
For example, the vast majority of caregivers for people in a vegetative state are mothers.
For example, spouses often prefer to forgo treatment.
For example, children who support their parents until they die are usually not the most favored ones in the family.
For example, if a girl has an ectopic pregnancy, she must catch the man who brought her there as soon as possible and don't let him run away, otherwise no one will pay for the medical expenses. "
Zheng Ren's voice was very calm, like an old man who had seen through the world sitting in front of the fire. It was cold and windy outside, and it was deserted and lonely inside. With a blanket on my knees, warming myself by the fire, I recalled the past.
A breath of vicissitudes of life came oncoming.
The third master nodded. As an old man, he had already seen through these nonsense.
Bu Li's eyes were a little dim and he said: "Doctor Zheng understands clearly. Every family's situation is different, but things in the world are the same. It's really not worth it."
Bu Li sighed with emotion, then smiled, and the spring flowers bloomed in the room, "Instead of talking about these literary topics, I have something to trouble Dr. Zheng."