Looking at the time, Zheng Ren gently shook Chief Miao's hand and said goodbye to Chief Yu.
Chief Miao's fingers responded, as if he wanted to hold Zheng Ren's hand. Zheng Ren was not very sure about this. Perhaps it was just his imagination. However, Chief Miao's condition was improving day by day. He was a little happy in his heart.
Returning to the Interventional Department, the shift change, ward rounds, and patients were sent off. The whole process was logical, so Zheng Ren did not worry.
With Chang Yue around, it was really very worry-free. Although she would not smile at him, what did it matter?
Today's surgery was still Zheng Ren's first to demonstrate to Liu Zewei. The next five surgeries were all performed by Liu Zewei. Zheng Ren gave pointers and corrected his mistakes during the surgery.
After a few surgeries, Liu Zewei benefited a lot.
He felt a little regretful because Boss Zheng had used a double stent surgery. While reducing the incidence of hepatic encephalopathy, he had also prolonged the hospitalization time.
As a result, there were only six surgeries a week. This number of surgeries was really small. Liu Zewei really wished that he could do ten or eight surgeries a day so that he could quickly mature.
However, this matter could not be rushed. It was said that Boss Zheng's German assistant had returned yesterday. Liu Zewei had an instinctive sense of crisis, afraid that the German assistant would snatch the opportunity to perform the surgery.
Zheng Ren sent the patient down in a dilemma. After saying a few words to Little Yiren, he changed his clothes and went straight to the emergency department.
Su Yun left a message saying that Cheng Xiang had pushed the high sugar again and was already fine. He stayed in the emergency department and looked at this rascal. It was very boring, so he told Zheng Ren to hurry up and go down after the surgery.
Zheng Ren had a headache dealing with this rascal.
However, he had no choice. He had to go and take a look. The diagnosis was given to him. He could go and see wherever he wanted. It had nothing to do with him.
When he arrived at the emergency department, the chaotic atmosphere made Zheng Ren's heart beat a little faster for no reason. However, he quickly got used to it. It was as if he had returned to Sea City.
Zheng Ren smiled. No matter what benefits Cui Lao gave him, he would definitely not go to the emergency department. This was simply killing him. It was really a very lucky thing to be able to leave the emergency department.
When he passed by the resuscitation room, Zheng Ren saw that it was empty. Many things from the emergency treatment were scattered around, and a nurse was cleaning them up.
It seemed that the emergency treatment had just been carried out, and the 'battlefield' had not been cleaned up yet.
"Boss, what took you so long?" Su Yun was obviously dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's late arrival and wanted to complain.
"It's Old Liu's first time teaching a second-stage surgery, so he's a little slow. They just finished resuscitation? What patient? "Zheng Ren smoothly changed the topic, not giving Su Yun a chance to retort.
Speaking of emergency patients, Su Yun's eyes lit up.
It was a pity that there were no girls around, or else there would definitely be a series of screams.
"A child, about 40 days old. His belly is bulging like a balloon." Su Yun said, "His heart stopped twice. His grandfather brought him here. He said that he would save him at all costs. He was so anxious that he was shouting in the corridor."
He had seen this kind of thing many times, so he did not think too much about it. Instead of feeling sad, it was more practical to have the time to perform two more TIPS surgeries.
He shifted Su Yun's attention away from the emergency rescue that had just taken place. However, Su Yun kept nagging, "Boss, that child probably has a problem with his intestines. His stomach is bulging badly. The standard of the 912 is not bad. I think he can do it. "
"Oh." Zheng Ren listened with his left ear and exhaled with his right. He did not take it to heart at all.
"Where's Cheng Xiang's room?"
"This side." Su Yun brought Zheng Ren to the emergency observation room and saw Cheng Xiang's eyes were lifeless. He was sitting on the hospital bed as if he was thinking about something.
"That's Cheng Xiang," Zheng Ren said coldly.
He did not have a good impression of Cheng Xiang at all. His tone was completely different from that of other patients. It was full of coldness. It was hard, like a steamed bun that had been left overnight. If it was thrown out, it could hit a dog. (Note 1)
"Doctor Zheng." Cheng Xiang's expression changed and he immediately stood up.
"Speak properly. If you kneel down, I'll turn around and leave." Zheng Ren hated this the most. He made it clear first.
Cheng Xiang was a little embarrassed. He could tell from his words that Zheng Ren was unhappy. However, when it came to life and death, he could only lower his head and endure it.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Su Yun stood at the side. His teasing tone was extremely frivolous.
"Doctor Zheng, I had no choice. I wanted to cheat some money. Please don't hold a grudge against me. Please let me go," Cheng Xiang said in a low voice.
"No choice? You caused his family to break up? "Su Yun said.
"I have an insulinoma. I don't have enough money for the surgery. I'm just trying to cheat some money." Cheng Xiang's expression was especially bad. The red butterfly marks on his wrist became more and more obvious. "Doctor Zheng, I didn't ask him to give up the treatment … I'm also a pitiful person. Please spare me this time, Master."
In a moment of desperation, Cheng Xiang could not help but call Zheng Ren a master.
"I'm not a master. Don't call me that," Zheng Ren said very seriously. "I'm a doctor from the 912."
"You're not a master. How …" Cheng Xiang wanted to explain and talk about all the magical things that had happened before. However, Zheng Ren's stern tone made him swallow his words.
"You don't have an insulinoma but an autoimmune insulin receptor disease," Zheng Ren said coldly.
Su Yun sighed. The boss was still soft-hearted.
Although it looked very serious, this diagnosis was equivalent to giving Cheng Xiang a way out.
Cheng Xiang was stunned. He looked at Zheng Ren. His face was pale and sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Calm down. If you faint again, I'll leave." Zheng Ren was really annoyed with Cheng Xiang. As long as he was emotional, his blood sugar would be low. It was especially troublesome. This toad was really disgusting.
"Doctor … Zheng, I don't have AIDS," Cheng Xiang explained in a low voice.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly.
"Not all immune diseases are AIDS. I'm talking about autoimmune insulin receptor disease," Zheng Ren said.
"Autoimmune … What insulin? What disease is that? " Cheng Xiang did not understand. He was afraid that he would annoy Zheng Ren, so he could only sneak a glance at Zheng Ren to observe his expression and whisper.
"This disease is mainly manifested by hypoglycemia. It can occur during fasting or reactive hypoglycemia after a meal. Your main symptom for the past two days is that you're emotional, which causes your blood sugar to drop, "Zheng Ren explained.
"But … How did you know?" Cheng Xiang asked doubtfully.
This kind of foresight was similar to foresight. How could he explain it if he was not a master? Although there was a very professional explanation, Cheng Xiang still did not believe it.
In his opinion, Zheng Ren was a master who had entered the world to cultivate. After telling so many lies, even he himself believed them. He firmly believed in things like strange powers and gods.
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Well, let's not talk about Boss Zheng's Holy Father and Mother for now. The story was not over yet. This matter would still be intermittent for a few days.
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