Although the patient's family members still had doubts, they had no idea since Director Xia and Professor Rudolf Wagner both agreed with Zheng Ren's statement.
Then he started going through the hospitalization procedures and, according to Zheng Ren, prepared for emergency surgery.
"Boss, Sister Zhao is free at noon." After Director Xia left, Su Yun approached Zheng Ren and said.
"Okay, then it's noon." After saying that, Zheng Ren remembered the patient named Li Chen who had been admitted in the morning, and said to Chang Yue: "Chang Yue, asked Li Chen if he had eaten in the morning."
"He didn't eat, and he was planning to collect blood this morning, but I just refused." Chang Yue said later.
Most patients think that blood can be collected on the same day they are admitted to the hospital, and many come to the hospital without eating breakfast.
In places like Imperial Capital and Shanghai where patients from all over the country gather, in order to pursue bed turnover rates, patients will be examined upon admission.
But in a place like Haicheng, the number of patients and surgeries is far from reaching this level of saturation.
Therefore, patients who basically come to the hospital hungry will go to eat in disappointment, and then do it all again the next day.
Zheng Ren guessed that this might be possible. When he heard what Chang Yue said, he quickly said: "Chang Yue, please tell Li Chen not to eat or drink. Let's do the 64-series CT together at noon."
"Okay." Chang Yue is never vague about work matters.
After explaining this, Zheng Ren's messy morning became a little clearer.
Zheng Ren really wanted to sit down and go to the system to read journals and magazines, but when he thought about it, he hadn't gone to the emergency room yet, so there wouldn't be any hidden dangers.
Cheering up, Zheng Ren walked out of the office.
Su Yun followed up and said next to Zheng Ren: "Boss, with your level of understanding of CT, I highly doubt that you have ever done machine maintenance before."
"It's okay." Zheng Ren said.
Seeing Zheng Ren's perfunctory attitude, Su Yun curled his lips, but when he thought about his high level, Zheng Ren would easily slap him in the face no matter what he said, so he had to hold back his words.
This feeling is so oppressive, just like Chang Yue always said with provocative eyes, "I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
His skills are inferior to others, it's really... Su Yun sighed inwardly.
As soon as I arrived at the emergency department, I heard a loud noise.
Zheng Ren frowned and hurried over.
A patient was standing in the hall with a sheet in his hand, speaking impassionedly.
There were other melon-eating people nearby, as well as doctors and nurses.
"The doctor told me that he wanted to 'help' me change my dressing. Is there anyone who can help me? Is there a charge for helping me?!" the man yelled.
Seeing his excitement, Zheng Ren was really worried that his blood pressure would be too high, causing cerebral hemorrhage.
"What's going on?" Zheng Ren walked to the outside of the crowd of onlookers and asked a nurse in the emergency department in a low voice.
"Mr. Zheng, his arm was injured and was stitched up in our hospital a few days ago. Today, the surgeon changed his dressing, but for some reason, he didn't want to pay, so he started making trouble." The nurse was also helpless, beside Zheng Ren whispered.
Zheng Ren contacted him and instantly understood what had happened.
It is estimated that the patient came to ask for a dressing change. For this kind of thing, it doesn't matter if you pay first or later. It doesn’t cost much anyway. Unlike the Imperial Capital and the Demonic Capital, the price of a small dressing change in Haicheng is only ten or eight yuan.
Most of the people who charge fees simply leave because they find it troublesome to pay.
If you encounter someone who is reasonable but is afraid of trouble, just drop ten or twenty yuan to the doctor and ask him to help pay the fee.
But for the patient in front of him, Zheng Ren guessed that the surgeon started to make trouble after he said to "help" him change his dressing and then wrote him a bill.
Zheng Ren was also helpless. He had no choice. The emergency department would always encounter problems of one kind or another.
However, this was not a big deal. Zheng Ren immediately contacted the medical office and then went to the security guard to warn the patient to go to the medical office if something happened. If he continued to cause trouble in the emergency hall, it would be considered disturbing public order and he might be subject to criminal detention.
Although the patient picks words unreasonably, he still wants to save some money and does not want to waste time. But the more such a person is, the more afraid they are of things like criminal detention.
A few years ago, Zheng Ren would have really had no choice.
But recently, crackdowns on organized crime and unfurling banners have been classified as disturbing social order, so Zheng Ren was confident.
There is no need to deal with this kind of matter at all. Just leave it to the medical office and let the professionals deal with the unreasonable people.
However, it still delayed Zheng Ren for nearly an hour.
Zheng Ren looked at the resentful eyes of the clerk at the medical office and felt a little embarrassed. But everyone performs their duties, and Zheng Ren himself cannot spend a lot of time reasoning with others.
Moreover, Zheng Ren is self-aware and cannot explain clearly even if he tries to explain himself.
You can't lower your IQ and bottom line to his level, and then... be defeated by others with rich experience.
After handling this matter, Zheng Ren walked around the emergency room.
The conditions of the patients are all mild. Anyway, when you look at the system panel, it is all light red, and there are no patients who are too serious.
Zheng Ren wanted to go to the surgical clinic to comfort the emergency surgeon. He would definitely be in a bad mood when he encountered the dumbfounding thing just now.
Before arriving at the consulting room, a pale and listless patient caught Zheng Ren's attention.
The patient is a female patient in her thirties, her head resting on a man's shoulder, her eyes slightly closed, her brows furrowed, and her eyelashes trembling slightly. The doctor in the emergency medicine department stood in front of the patient, seemingly embarrassed and hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren came to the physician's side and asked.
"Patients sometimes complain of dizziness and headaches, but the symptoms are not serious... Sometimes they say their arms hurt, sometimes they say they hurt their legs." The physician was also helpless.
According to the physician, the patient had typical mental symptoms, the legendary hysteria. Or mental illnesses such as anxiety and depression.
Otherwise, there will be no discomfort if placed in different places.
But Zheng Ren saw a strange diagnosis of metal allergy in the system panel.
allergy
Strange.
Zheng Ren said: "You go and do your work, I will come here."
The physician was relieved. The room was full of people. If he didn't deal with it, someone might be unhappy.
"Mr. Zheng, I'm sorry to trouble you." The physician regarded Zheng Ren as his savior and ran in happily.
Mental illnesses such as hysteria and anxiety cannot be determined with relevant data. They can only be guessed based on experience, and cannot be discussed with patients and their families.
To be honest... Zheng Ren once met a neurosurgery doctor who met a hysterical patient who said he had a headache.
Just in time for the rescue, the neurosurgeon was not in a good temper or did not have time to deal with it. Instead, he told the patient directly that he suggested going to a mental hospital.
As a result, the doctor was complained by the patient the next day.
This kind of thing is one of the most troublesome things.