Zheng Ren took out his phone and dialed the emergency department's number.
Soon, the stretcher trolley arrived. The nurse was panting from running.
"I'm fine," Zheng Ren whispered to the nurse.
"A troublemaker?" The nurse was knowledgeable and experienced. He glanced around and guessed the general situation.
"Yes." After a brief exchange with the nurse, Zheng Ren hurriedly carried the rascal onto the stretcher trolley and went straight to the emergency department.
When they arrived at the emergency department, Zheng Ren did not look for the observation ward. He pushed the stretcher trolley directly into the empty treatment room, closed the door, and said solemnly, "The patient is in a coma. It's serious."
The young traffic policeman's face was pale with fright.
Without social experience, he could not tell the true meaning behind Zheng Ren's words.
"Prepare for resuscitation!" Zheng Ren blinked and gave the young traffic policeman a hint, but he still continued to speak seriously.
Then, he went out, found the night nurse, and whispered a few words.
The nurse's eyes curved into crescents. "Chief Zheng, look at your thick eyebrows and big eyes. Why are you so bad?"
"Drunk driving and causing trouble. Isn't that enough?" Zheng Ren said with a smile.
The most annoying thing in the hospital was drunk driving and alcohol fights.
Zheng Ren did not dislike drinking. However, many people with poor alcohol tolerance would become another person once they drank too much. Many human tragedies would happen inadvertently.
For example, a student who was about to take the college entrance examination the next day was hit by a drunk driver while walking and became a vegetable. Another example was a husband who took his pregnant wife for a walk and was taken away by a drunk driver …
Therefore, Zheng Ren hated people like this the most.
Zheng Ren was indeed a good person, but he was not the pure kind. He had his own judgment. At certain times, he would also violate the rules and secretly use small tricks.
For example, this time.
The nurse went to add more medicine, then went to the treatment room and began to inject the drunk rascal into the vein.
Then, she connected a bottle of intravenous drip and turned it to full speed.
"If he can wake up, he'll probably be fine. If not, we'll send him to the emergency room, "Zheng Ren said very seriously.
The young traffic policeman broke out in a cold sweat. He did not know what kind of struggle he had gone through. In his mind, he had probably thought about his suspension and his miserable life.
"I … I'm … okay." The young traffic policeman trembled and stuttered.
Zheng Ren patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.
The young officer still did not understand what Zheng Ren meant. His mind was probably blank.
"Doctor, is there anything wrong?" the young traffic policeman said pitifully. "I really didn't touch him."
"It depends on the effect of the medicine." Zheng Ren's expression was relaxed, but his tone was serious. "I've just used a special medicine. If the patient can wake up, she'll be fine. If he doesn't wake up, he'll be hospitalized. "
After saying that, Zheng Ren turned around and left without looking at the rascal who was pretending to be unconscious.
Sitting on a red plastic chair at the entrance, Zheng Ren explained the situation in the group chat and asked about it.
Zheng Yunxia's enhanced CT scan had been completed. Now, everyone had returned to the emergency ward and were discussing going out for dinner.
Zheng Ren was speechless. Every time everyone gathered for a meal, they left him behind. Although he didn't like to eat and didn't like lively scenes, he felt like he had been abandoned by the whole world.
This feeling made him a little unhappy.
Xie Yiren seemed to have sensed his mood through the screen and took care of bringing him food.
She said in the group chat that she had checked the wards again and the patients were all stable. She asked Zheng Ren to come back after finishing his work.
Then, the group chat quieted down.
They were going out for dinner. Zheng Ren had no choice but to turn off his phone.
'Go on, go on. Young people all like lively scenes,' he thought in his old age.
About five minutes later, the treatment room door suddenly opened. A man reeking of alcohol rushed out at an extremely fast speed.
In the background, the young traffic policeman stared at everything in front of him with his mouth agape.
Everything was beyond his understanding of the world. What was going on? A rascal who was obviously pretending to be dead had disregarded the law and stopped pretending to be dead.
Could it be that the doctor had given him some kind of conscience-inducing drug?
Out of instinct, the young traffic policeman followed behind the rascal.
"Just turn left in the washroom," Zheng Ren reminded him loudly.
"…" The young traffic policeman staggered.
A few minutes later, the rascal returned dejectedly. He did not pretend to be dead anymore because the scene just now was enough to explain everything.
At that moment, an older traffic policeman arrived at the scene. After asking about the situation, he pointed at the rascal's nose and scolded him, gaining the absolute upper hand in terms of momentum and morality. Then, he arranged for the young traffic policeman to handle the blood collection and other follow-up matters.
"Brother, thank you for what you did just now." The old traffic policeman's tone was like a gangster's, but Zheng Ren thought it was good.
"It's nothing, it's my duty."
"Do you smoke?"
"Let's go."
The two of them walked out of the building. The cold wind blew past. Zheng Ren tightened his white coat, accepted the cigarette from the old traffic policeman, and took a deep puff.
It was not easy to be a doctor or a police officer.
If they really wanted to complain, they could go to the ends of the earth.
The two of them chatted briefly and exchanged contact information. The old traffic policeman saw that Zheng Ren was wearing little, so he put out his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray on top of the trash can before saying goodbye to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren walked around the emergency department. The weather was getting colder, but the emergency surgery department was not very busy because there were almost no people drinking or fighting in the middle of the night. However, the emergency internal medicine department was busy. The number of patients with cerebral hemorrhage and myocardial infarction had skyrocketed.
Alpine areas were not suitable for human habitation. If these patients were in the southern coastal areas, they should be fine.
Zheng Ren walked around and then returned to the emergency ward.
Only the night nurse was sitting alone at the nurse's station. Zheng Ren greeted her and returned to the office to start reading.
Half an hour later, Zheng Ren received a call from the old traffic policeman.
He expressed his gratitude again over the phone. After all, if Zheng Ren had not handled the matter on the edge of violation, it would have been very troublesome to deal with.
Zheng Ren said a few polite words and hung up.
The drug he gave the rascal was furosemide and the fluid was mannitol.
If it was treated according to cerebral hemorrhage, the drug required was not particularly out of line. The key was that after the two-pronged treatment, the body fluid of the rascal turned into urine in a very short period of time.
It was really killing him.
However, Zheng Ren had also seen troublemakers who would rather urinate than control themselves.
This kind of troublemaker would be repeatedly checked to make sure that there was nothing wrong with the urethral catheterization, once every one to two hours.
Basically, there were not many people who could endure the pain of urethral stimulation and continue to pretend to be unconscious just to extort some money.
It was good that it was solved. Zheng Ren shook his head and completely forgot about the matter.
This small episode was only a small part of the daily life in the emergency department, not even a small wave.
The real turbulence was all kinds of major rescues that made people's adrenaline soar and the high-energy phosphate bond of adenosine triphosphate crack.
The night was relatively quiet. Two hours later, Zheng Ren made another round of ward rounds before the patient went to bed. After the corresponding treatment, he finally finished reading the book Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.
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