Seeing that it was almost noon, Chang Yue insisted on inviting the patient's son to a noodle restaurant opposite the hospital for lunch.
The patient's son quickly declined, but Chang Yue was insistent.
Yang Lei went with Chang Yue. Zheng Ren could not leave, so they chatted for a while before sending Chang Yue and the patient's son off and heading to the cafeteria.
As an experienced clinician, he had to do something that would take more than ten minutes, so he had to prepare beforehand — ward rounds.
Only when the patient was stable could he not be disturbed. Otherwise, he would have to wait in fear, not knowing when the phone would ring. He wouldn't even be able to eat a meal.
Zheng Ren began his second ward round of the day.
The patients in the emergency ward were all stable, including the two patients who had been transferred from the ICU.
Tang Xiu was also aware of the argument in the doctor's office. She was a little embarrassed, but Zheng Ren pretended that it had not happened.
After entering the room, he examined the patient, just like any other patient.
The patient's vital signs were stable. Because it was an interventional surgery, the postoperative pain was not severe, but his stomach was a little bloated.
Zheng Ren determined that it was caused by the accumulation of blood in the abdominal cavity stimulating the peritoneum. He comforted the patient and dispelled the idea of going home at night.
What a joke. He had one foot in the grave when he came yesterday afternoon. Did he want to go home today?
Although the hospital's conditions were much worse than home, there were doctors on duty. If there was any danger, they could perform an exploratory laparotomy. It was better than waiting at home for 120.
Zheng Ren firmly rejected the patient's request.
Tang Xiu's father did not insist. When Zheng Ren told him that he would be able to walk in another day, the old man finally smiled.
The patient with a ruptured spleen was lying on the hospital bed. Because of the open abdominal surgery, he needed to wait for ventilation before he could eat. The couple did not know what to say, but they chatted and laughed at the same time, looking warm and harmonious.
Who would have known that the wife had just stabbed her husband into hemorrhagic shock yesterday?
That was why impulsiveness was the devil. Quarrel was better than violence.
Zheng Ren went in and chatted with the patient's family. Seeing that the patient had recovered quickly, he also told them that the patient could walk after ventilation and eating today.
The ward was stable, but it was still not enough. As the chief resident, Zheng Ren had to take a look at the emergency department.
Su Yun did not have a place to eat either. He did not follow Chang Yue to eat. He did not know if it was because of the 11 boxes of Big Green Stick or because he did not want to communicate with the patient's family.
The two of them came to the emergency department and looked around the emergency ward accompanied by the doctor on duty. They were all minor injuries and illnesses. A little anti-inflammatory medicine and dehydration medicine would suffice. There were no misdiagnoses or hidden critical illnesses.
Fortunately, the patients were stable. Zheng Ren's heart rate was 80 beats per minute, which was exceptionally comfortable.
Eating, sleeping, and waiting for the emergency department to arrive at any moment, Zheng Ren had already planned out his work plan for the day.
Zheng Ren left the emergency observation room and was about to leave after giving a few instructions to the doctor on duty. He turned around and saw two family members pushing a small trolley into the emergency building.
Lying on the stretcher trolley was a skinny and withered old lady. She looked to be in her seventies.
"What's wrong with the patient?" Zheng Ren asked as he took two steps forward.
"Grandma fell down when she was passing by a few days ago. Now both her legs are not working. She can't walk," said a strong young man in his twenties.
"Push a wheelchair over," Zheng Ren said.
As for whether Su Yun or the doctor on duty would push the wheelchair, it had nothing to do with Zheng Ren.
The System panel on the upper right corner of his vision was a serene green. There was no illness. Zheng Ren was puzzled and carefully studied the old lady lying on the trolley.
The old lady's face was wrinkled and her eyes were narrowed. He could vaguely see that she had been crying not long ago. Due to her old age, her teeth were probably not good. Her cheeks were a little sunken and she looked listless.
There were a few layers of mattresses on the trolley. She was lying on the mattress with a thick quilt covering her body.
A travel-worn aura greeted them head-on.
Was it pushed here? This was too f * cking scary, Zheng Ren thought.
"Why was it pushed here?" Zheng Ren asked tentatively.
Another older family member said with a frown, "My mother can't stand up. If she was in a car, she could have been carried, but I was afraid that she would be uncomfortable in the car, so I pushed her here."
'Good family,' Zheng Ren thought.
The surgeon on duty pushed a wheelchair over and a few people hurriedly helped the old lady into the wheelchair.
Zheng Ren was puzzled. When he was supporting her, he suddenly loosened his hand and then grabbed it tightly.
The moment he let go, the old lady fell in front of him.
Because of his body, Zheng Ren was not afraid that the old lady would fall.
However, he noticed that the patient suddenly exerted force on her right leg to support her body.
In an instant, many years appeared in Zheng Ren's mind. All kinds of different symptoms, ideas, and finally combined with the information on the System panel, he came up with his own diagnosis.
"Where did you hurt when you fell? Where did you go to see it? "Zheng Ren pushed the wheelchair all the way to the emergency resuscitation room. As he walked, he asked.
"I'm fine. My head was hit. At that time, I went to a clinic in the countryside. The doctor said it was fine, but we had to be careful of delayed intracranial hemorrhage. Once it happened, even if she didn't die, she would be paralyzed. After two or three days, she gradually couldn't walk anymore. I took her to the hospital in town for a checkup. There was a B-scan, CT, and so on, but no problems were found. "
When he arrived at the emergency department, Zheng Ren carefully looked through the various test results and CT films brought by the family.
It was fine. Everything was fine.
There was no intracranial hemorrhage, no fractures, and no abdominal organ bleeding. But why was she paralyzed?
Zheng Ren stood in front of the radiographic film viewer and pondered. The two family members of the patient became more and more worried.
They wanted to ask, but they were still a little restrained and timid. They did not dare to disturb Zheng Ren's thoughts.
However, if they did not ask … Sea City General Hospital was the largest hospital they could think of. If they still could not understand it, the old lady would probably not be able to stand for the rest of her life.
"She's pretending to be sick, right?" Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren and whispered.
Zheng Ren did not say anything. He just shook his head.
"This is a very rare local nerve plexus paralysis degeneration syndrome," Zheng Ren came in front of the patient and the patient's family and said seriously.
"…"
"…"
Su Yun and the surgeon on duty were dumbfounded.
What kind of diagnosis was this? Why had they not heard of it?
However, looking at Zheng Ren's serious and serious expression and his tone full of authority, they were even more puzzled.
"Huh?" The patient's family was stunned.
It sounded very serious.
The old lady was not deaf. She heard it clearly. Two lines of turbid tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.
"But you're lucky," Zheng Ren said indifferently.
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