It must be because of Boss Zheng that Chengdu Provincial Hospital used Changfeng's medical supplies. This must also be the reason for the Imperial Capital's gallbladder.
On the second day of arriving at Changfeng, Liu Xiaojie 'quickly' found the reason for the matter. However, she could not completely believe that these things were outside of her understanding of the world.
A few hours passed by in a flash.
Zheng Ren contacted Su Yun in the car, but Su Yun was eating and drinking with Zhao Yunlong and the others. He only said a few perfunctory words to Zheng Ren.
It seemed that when he was not around, they did not need to work hard. Everyone's life was very good, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
He originally wanted to go back to the Golden Palm directly, but he was worried about Chief Miao. Zheng Ren still asked Xie Yiren in a gentle voice and went straight to the 912.
Feng Xuhui drove Chief Liu to a hotel to stay and did not follow him.
When he arrived at the ICU, Zheng Ren quietly walked in and saw Chief Yu dozing off on a chair by the bed. The numbers displayed on the monitor told Zheng Ren that Chief Miao's condition was still stable.
The red color on the System's panel also faded slightly. It seemed that his condition had improved. The worst situation — cerebral hemorrhage, DIC, and other complications — did not appear.
Fortunately, it was still alright.
Zheng Ren glanced at Chief Miao. He was intubated with countless instruments and wires connected to his body. He used the power of machinery to carefully protect his fragile life so that this weak flame of life would not be extinguished.
Chief Miao was a little thin. He did not know if it was his subjective feeling or if it was because he had not eaten for two to three days and only had intravenous high nutrition.
However, this was not a problem. Zheng Ren gently touched Chief Miao's pale face, turned around, and walked to the doctor's computer. He began to look for Chief Miao's recent test results.
In two days, there were hundreds of tests. Zheng Ren looked at them from the beginning.
Nearly half an hour later, Zheng Ren looked at the test results from the beginning. The overall condition could be said to have recovered very quickly. It might have been related to the timely surgery, or it might have been related to the 912 hospital's desperate rescue.
In the past two days, there had been eight consultations in the hospital alone. Almost all the members of the health care group had participated … Of course, Zheng Ren was the exception. Su Yun did not seem to have participated.
Many experts from outside the hospital also came. The results of the treatment were satisfactory. This almost represented the highest level of medical technology in the country.
Zheng Ren silently closed the workstation and felt a little more at ease.
If there were no special circumstances, Chief Miao should be considered alive. Zheng Ren was sure of this.
All that was left was time to heal the physical and mental wounds. In this world, there is no better medicine than time.
Zheng Ren walked out of the ICU in silence. There was no exchange of words.
So be it. At least for now, the situation was satisfactory. Zheng Ren took a deep breath and felt that there was still some negative energy in his body. He would wait for it to dissipate before getting into the car.
Zheng Ren did not want to pass this negative energy to Little Yiren.
In his opinion, as long as he sat in the Volvo, it would be his home. Don't bring any fatigue or other negative emotions into the car.
This was the first time he had lost his composure because of Chief Miao. However, Zheng Ren was sober now. He left a message for Little Yiren and strolled around the hospital.
Although he had performed a lot of surgeries after returning to Sea City and did not have a proper rest, he felt energetic now.
He really had a tiring life. Zheng Ren smiled as he thought about it.
Unknowingly, he arrived at the Outpatient Department. There were many people queuing up at the lobby on the first floor. They were all here to register.
There were many people who could not afford to buy scalpers. This was a way for them to get a new life. Many people came with bedding. Zheng Ren knew that they might not be patients. They might be the subordinates of the scalpers who were only in charge of registration. (Note 1)
Looking at the people who were registering, Zheng Ren thought of Wu Hui. Perhaps diagnosis and treatment would be delayed in the community hospital, but a high-level doctor could not save everyone. However, who could say what was right and what was wrong?
As he looked, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed that the System panel had suddenly turned bright red.
Someone was seriously ill!
Zheng Ren walked toward the bright red background. When he got closer, he saw a tattered mattress on the marble floor of the clinic. A woman in her forties was lying on it. Her face was red. It was probably caused by the fever.
Her hair was messy. It was obvious that she had not washed it for a long time. It was a little oily and dirty. The man's hand gently brushed her cheek. Although he looked very rude to himself, he was full of love for the woman.
This time, the diagnosis of the System was very confusing. At least in Zheng Ren's opinion — appendectomy, chronic infectious peritonitis, peritoneal effusion, multiple organ malformations.
There were many diagnoses, but nothing too special.
As for multiple organ malformations, people had heard of the mirror man the most. In other words, the organs on the left side were all on the right side, and the organs on the right side were all on the left side.
Zheng Ren had also heard of the situation where the heart was in the abdominal cavity.
He was already in his forties. Even if there were organ malformations, it was not a big deal. If it was serious, he would have died long ago. It was impossible for him to live to such an old age.
But what was the problem? Looking at the color of the System panel, if this person waited for the registration, it would probably be even more serious. There would not even be a chance for surgery.
"Where are you from? Do you want to queue up here to register? "Zheng Ren walked over, squatted down, and asked.
A man with an unshaven beard glared at Zheng Ren and said, "If you don't have money to buy a high-priced registration ticket, get lost!"
Zheng Ren smiled and did not care. This person probably thought he was a scalper. That was why he was so rude.
However, it was also very difficult. He was wearing casual clothes. What should he say? If he said that he was a doctor from the Imperial Capital, would other people rush over to see him?
Doing this was already a little embarrassing for him. Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.
"I'm not a scalper. I'm a fortune-teller," Zheng Ren said casually.
The bearded man looked at Zheng Ren with a puzzled expression.
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Zheng Ren still wanted to spout nonsense, but someone beside him scolded, "There are many masters here. Which sect are you from? Tell me."
At a glance, it was obvious that this person was a scalper who stayed up late to queue up. He was smiling and using him to pass the time. Zheng Ren did not care. He moved closer to the bearded man and whispered, "The patient's condition did not improve after the appendicitis surgery. He still has a fever. The treatment in your local hospital did not have any effect, so he came to the Imperial Capital."
The bearded man's eyes widened. He looked at Zheng Ren in shock. Then, his eyes flickered as if he had seen hope.
"Master …"
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Note 1: This was the situation many years ago. It has been a long time since I went to the Imperial Capital or a large Class Three Grade A Hospital. It is said that the situation is slightly better now? However, this paragraph was set up by the outline. It was described like this. Please forgive me.
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