"Chief Zheng!" the doctor on duty called out from behind.
"Yes?"
"There's a patient who wants to be hospitalized, but … I think it's better if you take a look," the doctor said.
It was a doctor on duty in the emergency department. Zheng Ren was from the surgery department and was not familiar with them. They rarely asked for his help and would only admit patients who were difficult to solve.
Zheng Ren nodded and walked to the emergency resuscitation room.
A stretcher trolley was in the middle of the emergency resuscitation room. An old man in his seventies or eighties was lying on it.
Beside him stood an old lady of about the same age.
"Chief Zheng, she said she doesn't want to be hospitalized or treated. She just wants to send the old man off," the doctor said.
In some places, it was customary for dying patients to walk at home. In some places, it was customary to walk at temples or churches. However, in most places, it was done in hospitals.
It was early winter now, when cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases were common. Neurological, circulatory, respiratory, and other internal departments were overcrowded. Even a living person would be discharged as soon as possible, let alone a dying man.
"You must be Doctor Zheng." The old lady had a kind expression. There was not much sadness between her brows. She was calm, as calm as … the pool of water in the System.
"Hello, Auntie. I'm Doctor Zheng," Zheng Ren said.
"I want to send my husband off. There are many inconveniences at home, so I'll have to trouble you." The old lady bowed slightly. Her movements were subtle and unnoticeable. Her movements were graceful, rich, and elegant.
"It's no trouble at all," Zheng Ren said. "But there are no wards in the relevant departments and we can't do anything about it."
A flash of disappointment flashed across the old lady's face, but it quickly disappeared.
"Doctor Zheng, I just need a quiet room and don't scare anyone. My husband probably won't be able to stay for long, so … "
"There's a quieter room in the emergency ward, but we don't even know what's wrong with the old man and we don't have enough people to save him."
"There's no need for rescue or treatment." The old lady lowered her head slightly and gently stroked the patient's silver hair with a loving expression. "He'll be fine as long as he leaves quietly."
"Then come with me, but you'll have to sign if you want to refuse resuscitation," Zheng Ren said.
The emergency physician knew the emergency ward's staff situation. It had just been built and the staff was extremely poor. It was very difficult to deal with the emergency department every day. Was Chief Zheng confused? Why was he admitted into the hospital?
Zheng Ren also had his own considerations.
It was just a ride and writing a medical record. If Chang Yue didn't want to do it, she could write it herself. After all, it would only be an extra four to five hours of work.
It didn't seem like much, but four or five hours were squeezed out from studying and resting.
The old lady looked kind, but Zheng Ren still wanted to help her.
"Thank you very much," the old lady said politely.
Zheng Ren called over the two men who accompanied him to help push the stretcher trolley to the emergency ward.
When Chang Yue saw that she had accepted a new patient, she started to get busy. He did not complain or get angry because he was not within the scope of the Emergency Department, which led to an increase in his workload. He was as calm as ever, and there was a warmth that made people happy.
After arranging for the old man to stay in the last ward, Chang Yue went to communicate with the family and ask about their medical history to build trust.
Zheng Ren sat in his office, recalling what Old Chief Physician Pan had told him.
In this world, there are many things that don't make sense.
It was impossible to find a logical explanation that was either black or white.
No matter how amazing a person was, he would also be slandered by the world at the same time. No matter how good a person was, there would always be praise and discredit.
After thinking for a few minutes, Zheng Ren smiled and began to think about how to do Zheng Yunxia's surgery well.
As for those reasons … He did not care!
"Chang Yue, when are you doing the 64-slice MRI?" Zheng Ren asked when he saw Chang Yue.
"Tonight at 6: 30 pm."
"Is it okay on an empty stomach?"
"Her blood sugar is normal and Sister Yun is young, so it should be fine."
"Okay, let me know when it's time." Zheng Ren thought for a moment and asked, "Can you find out if I can do the 3D reconstruction of the 64-slice MRI?"
"You?" Chang Yue was a little surprised.
"Yes." Zheng Ren said seriously, "Conventional 3D reconstruction is just a standard. I'm the surgeon, so I need to make a customized 3D reconstruction according to my ideas."
Chang Yue frowned slightly. Ever since she started working in the medical field, she had never heard of a clinician doing 3D reconstruction on their own.
Had Chief Zheng become arrogant after a few days of being a small leader and performing hundreds of surgeries?
Zheng Ren knew what Chang Yue was thinking from the look in her eyes.
However, it would be a waste of time to explain it. Most importantly, Zheng Ren felt that Chang Yue would not understand it. This was beyond the scope of the average clinician.
Nowadays, hospitals were divided into more and more departments. The wooden bucket theory did not exist at all.
As long as one's specialization reached the Master level, one's name would definitely spread far and wide. Of course, Zheng Ren, who had relied on the power of the System, was not very famous because he had not been there for long.
He did not have time to learn other subjects. Medicine was an experimental science. Who had the energy to practice one subject at a time?
There were not many people who could see 70% to 80% of the imaging data in the auxiliary department, and there were not many who could understand it, much less reach out and operate it themselves.
Custom made? That did not exist.
The office fell silent. Yang Lei did not have a presence at all, writing medical records on a computer in the corner. Whatever happened here had nothing to do with him.
Chang Yue could not understand Zheng Ren, but after a moment of silence, she nodded and said, "I'll ask Su Yun."
"Where is he?" Zheng Ren noticed that Su Yun, who had been following him like a ghost, was gone.
"He went to get in touch with the 64-row CT scan competition."
Chang Yue said as she picked up her phone to communicate with Su Yun.
Sure enough, Su Yun's reaction was the same as Chang Yue's. However, under Chang Yue's insistence, Su Yun quickly gave in.
Everything had its vanquisher. The ancients were not lying.
After 11 boxes of Big Green Stick Liquor, Su Yun would probably never be able to raise his head in front of Chang Yue.
"He said he would try. It should be fine," Chang Yue said with a disbelieving expression after turning off her phone.
Zheng Ren did not explain further. The emergency ward office fell silent again.
There was an acute appendicitis case in the afternoon. Zheng Ren and Yang Lei performed the surgery.
It was around six o 'clock after the surgery. Zheng Ren asked Yang Lei to look after the house for a while before heading to the CT room to prepare for his own 3D reconstruction.
A voice came from the CT room's entrance.
"Young people like you really think you're omnipotent? When I went to Imperial Capital for advanced studies five years ago, none of the doctors there could do their own 3D reconstruction. There's no limit to his arrogance! "
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