A quiet morning passed. In the afternoon, Zheng Ren's phone rang. There was a patient waiting for him in the emergency department.
Zheng Ren rushed to the emergency department. The patient waiting for him was a middle-aged woman. The emergency diagnosis was acute appendicitis.
He glanced at the System panel and saw it clearly. Acute, simple appendicitis.
There was nothing else to consider. He would have to ask about the patient's medical history before deciding whether to perform an emergency surgery at night or perform surgery the next day due to insufficient fasting.
Zheng Ren asked a caretaker to push a wheelchair over to the emergency ward.
The patient was curled up on the bed in the emergency surgery room. There was no sign of her family. It seemed that she was also a lonely, pitiful person undergoing surgery alone.
Zheng Ren went up to help. Together with the caretaker, they gently placed the patient on the wheelchair and pushed him out of the emergency department.
Even though Su Yun had followed them all the way, he did not extend a hand. He merely stood by the side and watched coldly.
Zheng Ren had never thought of understanding Su Yun's complicated personality. Why was he sometimes cold and sometimes passionate toward patients?
Surgery was ineffective against this guy's psychological trauma, so Zheng Ren had no intention of doing anything to make that long-ago scar disappear.
"Little Heng, Little Heng." The middle-aged woman kept calling from the wheelchair. Her voice was soft but full of pain.
'That must be her son's name,' Zheng Ren guessed.
Sea City had gradually declined due to the law of investment in Shanhaiguan Pass. Young people, especially, would choose to stay in the south as long as they had some ability.
Because there were higher salaries, more opportunities, and a better future on the other side.
It seemed that the middle-aged woman's son was working in another city. That was why there was no one to take care of her when she had acute appendicitis.
"Where are you guys taking my mother?" Before Zheng Ren could turn the corner of the emergency department, he heard a voice coming from behind him.
Huh? Zheng Ren was stunned.
A family member was here? Was this' Little Heng '? Why did no one respond after calling his name so many times?
A pale-faced young man in his twenties was holding a phone in his hand. His fingers were still swiping across the screen. He glanced at Zheng Ren and the middle-aged female patient in front of him, then lowered his head to continue fiddling with his phone. He was following them by instinct.
"…" This kid was really playful. Zheng Ren felt like there was a huge stone in his chest.
"Who are you to the patient?" Zheng Ren asked.
After a few seconds, the young man replied, "I'm her son."
He didn't even raise his head as he spoke.
Was this a game? Zheng Ren knew about the popular games recently, such as King of the Hill and PUBG, but he had never played them before.
When he was free, he would read books. When he was tired, he would read online novels. Games had never appeared in his world.
"Your mother has acute appendicitis and needs surgery," Zheng Ren explained as he pushed the wheelchair toward the emergency ward.
This was just a habit. After all, it was too depressing to walk back to the ward with the patient's family in silence.
"Yes." The young man's eyes were still on his phone as he responded casually. No one knew if he was clear about the condition.
"When was the last time you ate or drank water?" Zheng Ren asked.
After a long silence, at least ten seconds, when they were near the elevator, the young man finally remembered what Zheng Ren had asked. "What did you just say?"
"…" Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.
He had seen all kinds of f * cked up patients and their families. Although this was not an endangered or rare species, it was still a rare sight.
"When was the last time your mother ate or drank water?" Zheng Ren repeated his question.
"How would I know? Ask her." The young man hesitated before entering the elevator. "I'll take the stairs. Which floor are we going to?"
"Second floor." Zheng Ren's expression turned serious.
"Wait for me at the elevator on the second floor," the young man said and walked toward the stairs with his phone in hand.
"Doctor, I took my medicine and drank some water at around midnight. That's all," the middle-aged woman in the wheelchair answered Zheng Ren's question while enduring the intense pain in her abdomen.
Zheng Ren remained silent. The atmosphere in the elevator was a little strange.
The middle-aged woman seemed to sense Zheng Ren's emotions. She endured the pain and explained, "Little Heng is a good child. He's just a little playful because he likes to be young."
'Done talking? Are you serious? '
Zheng Ren could hear the endless love in the middle-aged woman's words.
However, as a doctor, he was only responsible for curing illnesses. This kind of thing was out of his reach.
Even the police could not do anything about it, let alone a doctor.
The child did not appear when they reached the elevator on the second floor. Zheng Ren stopped and said, "I've fasted enough. Inform Xie Yiren and Little Chu to come for surgery."
Su Yun floated behind Zheng Ren like a ghost and responded to Zheng Ren's request.
"There's going to be surgery soon. It's not a big surgery, so don't be too nervous," Zheng Ren said.
"Let's remove the appendix. When can I walk?" the middle-aged woman asked.
"You'll be able to walk to the toilet in about a day, but be careful not to pull the incision. The stitches will be removed in five to seven days, just like before.
"It's too long. I can't cook. What will Little Heng eat?" The middle-aged woman was sweating from the pain, but she was still worried about the missing young man.
"…"
Zheng Ren was an orphan. Although the teachers and aunties in the garden were nice to him, they would not spoil him as much as this middle-aged woman did.
She was about to undergo surgery, but her only concern was that the child would not be able to eat her cooking.
This …
"It's the same if we order takeout."
"No way. Takeout is made with gutter oil. Not only is it poisonous, it's not delicious either. Little Heng won't like it." The middle-aged woman looked guilty. "It's all my fault. Why did he have to fall sick?"
Zheng Ren fell silent again. He felt like he and the middle-aged woman were not in the same world. He had no idea what she was thinking.
Two doctors and a patient stood in the corridor for almost a minute before the patient's son slowly walked up with a phone in his hand.
The colorful light from the phone shone on his face, making him look like a ferocious ghost.
Zheng Ren said nothing and pushed the wheelchair toward the emergency ward.
'Chang Yue would probably have a hard time communicating with the patient's family,' Zheng Ren guessed.
They arranged a room for the patient when they arrived. However, the patient was not put on the bed. Instead, he was pushed to the treatment room to prepare the skin.
The surgery was imminent anyway, so there was no need to torment the patient.
Su Yun went straight to the operating theater to prepare for surgery.
Preoperative preparation for acute appendicitis was not difficult. After understanding the patient's history, Zheng Ren asked Chang Yue to make some simple notes. Then, he wrote and printed a preoperative statement, authorization form, and other documents for admission. Finally, he went to look for the middle-aged woman's son.
He had gone to do the admission procedures, but it had taken too long.
However, when Zheng Ren went to the treatment room, he could not find the patient's family. All he saw was the patient curled up in the wheelchair in an uncomfortable position.
It was an indescribable sadness.
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