He knew in his heart that most of the time, people who looked confused on the surface could be seen through most of the time. If it was a basic hospital, they could just push it to a higher hospital.
As for how the higher-level hospital would deal with it, it would depend on the character and way of doing things of the doctor in charge and the professor leading the group.
But this kind of one-track mind was very troublesome.
He thought that as long as she was sent to the hospital, she could be cured, and any complications were unacceptable.
It was impressive that Chang Yue could understand such a patient.
Zheng Ren was too lazy to ask what had happened and how Chang Yue had communicated with him. Actually, it was mainly because Chang Yue probably wouldn't explain even if he asked.
"I'll take a look at Dr. Mehar's side. If the surgery time is confirmed, I'll decide on this patient's surgery," Zheng Ren said.
"Lil Fugui came once in the morning," Chang Yue said to Zheng Ren. "I said you were in surgery. He said you should come back and tell him."
"Sure, I'm planning to go there. Since Lil Fugui is coming, let's ask about the situation. I'll go with him. "Zheng Ren sat on the chair lazily and was about to fall asleep.
Chang Yue took out her phone and called Professor Rudolf Wagner. She hesitated. Although Zheng Ren was very comfortable under the sun, he noticed this.
After the call, Zheng Ren asked, "What's up in the ward? Or something else? "
"Chief Zheng, the patients have been discharged one after another today. New patients have been admitted …"
"Is there a problem? I'll take a look later. "Zheng Ren did not care much about the patient's condition. In the 912, the patients admitted to the Outpatient Department were considered slow diagnoses. Those who were really anxious would all go to the Emergency Department. How could the Outpatient Department accept them?
Chang Yue closed the door with a serious expression.
It was lunch break. Other than her, only Zheng Ren and Liu Zewei were in the office.
This action made Zheng Ren take it seriously. Liu Zewei also stopped what he was doing and looked at Chang Yue with a serious expression.
"Take a look at the patient. If you're sure, I suggest informing the medical administration and calling the police," Chang Yue said cautiously.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.
"When Old Liu and I went to see the patient, his hands were fine." Chang Yue said, "I just passed by and saw the patient's daughter feeding him. Her hand was hidden under the blanket."
Zheng Ren knew that things would not be so simple.
"I went to take a look. The patient's hands were tied. He was very angry and refused to eat. But his daughter wouldn't let go no matter what I said. In the end, the patient gave up struggling, "Chang Yue said very seriously." He looked very pitiful. I highly suspect that it was illegal detention. "
"Illegally detained and brought to Imperial Capital for treatment?" Zheng Ren voiced his opinion.
"That's what I don't understand." Chang Yue was also confused. "I haven't communicated with the patient's family yet. I want to wait for you to come back and make a decision."
"Let's go take a look." Zheng Ren stood up and strode out.
Chang Yue followed behind Zheng Ren. At that moment, she looked like a clinical doctor in charge.
When they arrived at a ward, Chang Yue quickened her pace and whispered, "The patient by the window."
Zheng Ren walked over and saw a woman in her forties sitting at the bedside table, peeling a flat fruit. He was very serious and very skilled.
The apple skin formed a line and dangled down, swaying slightly.
While peeling the fruit, she said, "Dad, don't lose your temper. This is the capital, not our home. If we annoy the doctors and nurses and get kicked out, all the money we've spent during this period of time will be wasted. "
The patient lay on the bed with his eyes closed and an angry look on his face.
It seemed that he did not want to eat the apple at all. He was only angry.
"This is Professor Zheng. Your father's surgery will be performed by Professor Zheng," Chang Yue introduced the patient's family.
Professor? Zheng Ren was stunned. Then, he remembered that Director Mao seemed to have received four red books that day. At the same time that he and Su Yun were promoted to senior and deputy senior positions, they also became professors.
He thought that it was far away, but he did not expect it to be right in front of him. However, he had forgotten about it, but Chang Yue still remembered it.
When the patient's daughter saw the doctor, she immediately stood up. She held an apple in one hand and a fruit knife in the other. She wanted to greet Zheng Ren, but her hands were full of things, so she was not serious.
She was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay. I'm here to take a look at the patient," Zheng Ren looked at the woman from the corner of his eye and said casually. At the same time, his brows furrowed.
The patient's System panel was red. That was because of portal hypertension. In addition, there were a lot of geriatric diseases. A very rare diagnosis was mixed in. Zheng Ren almost fainted.
He was slightly stunned. After looking at it for a few seconds, he began to examine the patient's body before the patient's family noticed anything unusual.
He first comforted the patient with gentle words and communicated with the patient.
The patient had a very bad temper. He was as stubborn as a child and refused to talk to Zheng Ren. The patient's daughter was a little embarrassed and uneasy, afraid that Zheng Ren would be angry.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled. "Patients with liver disease have a bad temper, but it's best to control it."
The patient's daughter nodded repeatedly.
"There's no scientific basis, but this is the principle of liver depression and qi stagnation in traditional Chinese medicine. I'm a Western doctor, so I'm just casually talking about traditional Chinese medicine. In fact, some of the sayings are reasonable, "Zheng Ren said with a smile, trying to get closer to the patient and the patient's family.
"Yes, my father has a bad temper since I was a child. Now that he's old, his temper is getting worse, "the patient's daughter said with deep emotion.
Zheng Ren lifted the quilt and saw the patient's hands tied to the bed frame. It was a very wide white cloth belt. It seemed that the patient was afraid that the patient would struggle too hard and cause local ischemia.
There was also a red rope on each of the patient's hands, the kind used to pray for blessings.
The patient's daughter wanted to explain, but Zheng Ren acted as if he did not see it. He let the patient tie his legs, rubbed his hands, and began the physical examination.
The examination was completed quickly. Zheng Ren also took the opportunity to look at the patients who had just been admitted in the same ward.
After the examination, Zheng Ren waved at the patient's daughter before he left, indicating for her to come.
Zheng Ren sat down in the office with a smile on his face and asked, "Does the patient have a history of cerebral infarction? Why are they tied up? "
The patient's daughter's expression was a little strange when she heard Zheng Ren's direct question, but then she lowered her head with a heavy heart.
Chang Yue sat at the side and carefully observed the patient's family's expressions and movements.
"You have to explain before the surgery. Otherwise, if the patient becomes agitated during the surgery, the consequences will be unimaginable," Zheng Ren said calmly.
"Professor … Zheng," the patient's daughter said softly. It was really awkward to address such a young doctor as a professor.
"Yes."
"Well, I'll tell you the truth, but after I tell you, you have to treat my father," the patient's daughter said hesitantly.
"Don't worry." Zheng Ren smiled generously and calmly.
"My father is possessed. If I don't tie him up, he'll strangle himself." There was a glint of eerie fear in the woman's eyes.
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