This is my fault. When will you need it
No later than December 9th. Are you pressed for time, Sister Lin
Zheng Ren advanced the time by one day, and estimated that SF Express would be able to arrive, but a little buffer time should always be left.
Okay, I'll give you the department address. Is that convenient
convenient.
Then you just wait to receive it. Let's not talk about it for now. I will prepare things.
After putting down WeChat, Zheng Ren realized that he had not told Lin Jiaojiao how much it would cost to buy things.
Forgot, Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed.
But when I think about it, how much more money can be spent on such a small tube of lipstick? It’s only a hundred or ten yuan, so it’s not a big deal.
After arranging something, Zheng Ren relaxed.
No matter how hard Su Yun and the others tried, he was still relieved to have the gift in hand.
The warm winter sun shines on the body without the harsh north wind, making people feel relaxed all over.
Zheng Ren held the book in his hand, but actually entered the system library to read journals.
The day was peaceful. Zheng Ren went to the emergency department twice in his spare time. The weather is cold, there are fewer injuries and accidents, and the emergency department is a little cleaner.
One day passed like this.
So fine.
It would be great if this could happen every day.
Zheng Ren made an appointment with Xiao Yiren for dinner. Xiao Yiren said that she was preparing the engagement scene for Ji Feier and asked Zheng Ren if she wanted to come.
Su Yun and the others didn't want Zheng Ren to go, after all, someone needed to be on duty at home. And Zheng Ren didn't want to go. He always felt that it would be a little strange to see Xiao Yiren being kept in the dark while she was busy going about her business.
Perhaps because Director Kong's provocation exhausted all the power of the night shift god, the night shift was also very quiet, and there was not even a case of appendicitis.
The days passed normally, and Zheng Ren finally found a lot of time to get into the system library and read through journals and magazines.
He found that his memory had increased compared to before, but it was difficult to judge the exact amount. After all, the system did not digitize his body, so he could only make a rough estimate.
The books I have read are still vivid in my mind, and there is no need to think about them in the moment of life and death.
On the 8th, there were heavy clouds and the north wind became stronger and stronger, making the closed windows roar.
Everyone is busy. The patients with appendicitis and cholecystitis who were admitted on the scary night shift have been asked to be discharged voluntarily after three days of intravenous antibiotics.
Zheng Renze is still reading journals and magazines.
Su Yun has not been seen in the past two days and is said to be busy. Zheng Ren expressed his helplessness at this, as it seemed that he was also the one who wanted to be sent off.
But to Zheng Ren, these things are not as important as reading periodicals and magazines.
He occasionally recalled the system mission. If the research center was established, would he complete the mission within a month
Thinking of the huge amount of surgical training time and the system that rarely issues tasks now, Zheng Ren remembered that if there was surgical training time, it must not be wasted.
As for why Big Pig Hoof issued fewer and fewer tasks, Zheng Ren had a hard time understanding it.
In the afternoon, Zheng Ren was reading in the system library when his cell phone suddenly rang.
He picked up his phone and saw that it was the emergency department. Zheng Ren's blood pressure immediately rose.
"Hello."
"Mr. Zheng, there is a patient. Come down and take a look."
"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren calmed down after hearing the voice wasn't very anxious. But then he became confused, and the physician who called him was a little... angry
"I suspect domestic violence! The child has injuries all over his body!" the physician said in a low voice.
"..." Zheng Ren frowned, hung up the phone, and went straight to the emergency department.
Domestic violence, beating and scolding children, this kind of thing has become extremely rare as a family with only one child has become the norm.
At least Zheng Ren has not encountered a single case in the years he has been practicing medicine.
As for adults, such as the middle-aged female patient with several steel needles inserted into her skull, Zheng Ren had some impressions of such cases many years ago.
Domestic violence? Abuse? Zheng Ren kept thinking about it and hurriedly came to the emergency department.
There are not many patients in the emergency department, and this is a "depression" period for the emergency department.
Sitting on a red hard plastic chair in the corridor was a woman in her thirties, holding a seven or eight-year-old child tightly in her arms.
The child was waving his hands, and his ten fingers were covered in scars, including old wounds, recent wounds that had not fully healed, and even faint traces of blood could be seen.
The child's face also had various wounds. Densely packed, like a spider web. His lip was bitten, and a line of blood hung on his face, which was extremely sad.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
Judging from the child's appearance, it is really possible to judge that it is domestic violence.
But the system doesn't think so. The background color given by the system panel is a sickly bright red.
The diagnosis was Lesch-Nyhan syndrome.
Damn it, why is this disease! Zheng Ren's eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously.
The emergency physician did not sit in the clinic, but stood coldly not far away, looking at the child's parents with eyes full of hostility.
Seeing Zheng Ren appear, she immediately trotted to Zheng Ren and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zheng, call the police."
Zheng Ren shook his head, and then sighed.
"Mr. Zheng!" The physician was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's performance.
After several months of hard work, the doctors in the emergency department have recognized Zheng Ren's technical level, and Mr. Zheng was willing to call him.
But in the eyes of the emergency medicine doctor, the incident in front of him was a sign that Zheng Ren didn't want to take responsibility and was trying to escape.
In the emergency department, it is very common to encounter couples fighting and neighbors quarreling.
And emergency doctors rarely call the police out of trouble.
It is most common for couples to quarrel at the head of the bed and then at the end of the bed. Zheng Ren also encountered an example where a couple had a quarrel and the husband used a kitchen knife to cut a 20cm long wound on his wife's back that reached the muscle layer.
The victim did not call the police, but was persuaded by her husband to take antibiotics for three to five days and was automatically discharged from the hospital.
But they are adults after all and have the ability to act independently.
In front of him was a child of seven or eight years old. The child was drooling and seemed to have symptoms of dementia.
Because the child has dementia and low intelligence, the parents want to abuse the child to death to avoid being a burden. That’s what the emergency medicine physician thinks, and he believes it.
"Mr. Zheng!" She was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's reaction and shouted again in a low voice, her words containing infinite dissatisfaction and anger.
"It's not what you think." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "I'll ask about the medical history, and you can prescribe a serum uric acid test for the child."
"Huh?" The emergency physician was startled.
Serum uric acid is the basis for diagnosis of rheumatism. The child in front of me suffered from trauma and severe abuse. What does it have to do with rheumatism
Could it be that Mr. Zheng has been busy these days