Zheng Ren had been asked this question countless times since he started working.
They were in the middle of a resuscitation, so they didn't have time to answer such things.
"Does he live far away? Send someone to take a look! "Zheng Ren raised his voice by 10 decibels.
"Oh, oh." The worker immediately nodded. "It's not far, not far. We live at the construction site. He's a foreman and lives in his own room. "
As he spoke, he took out an old cell phone and began to make a call.
Soon, the news came back.
"Doctor, I didn't find anything." The worker frowned and said, "There's only half a plate of black fungus, some peanuts, and a bottle of Erguotou. They said the Erguotou is almost empty."
"Get someone to store all the food and send it over immediately!" Zheng Ren's voice grew ten decibels louder.
Although the loudness of one's voice did not determine one's reason, to make a stranger believe one's words in a short period of time, one's voice and strength were the two best weapons.
"Okay, okay," the worker replied.
Zheng Ren ignored him and strode into the resuscitation room.
"Did the test report come back?" Zhou Litao roared in the room.
The patient's condition was not good. According to others, he was still normal in the morning. He only said that he felt a little nauseous and vomited a few times.
But after that, his expression turned cold and he was unwilling to speak. They thought he had a hangover, so they didn't care too much.
It was not until he appeared to be unconscious, convulsing, and other symptoms that he was sent to the 912.
Zhou Litao had his own judgment. He believed that the patient's organs were failing, possibly due to rice fermentation bacteria poisoning.
"I've asked. They're eating fungus," Zheng Ren said to Zhou Litao. "Call the seriously ill people down and send them up as soon as possible."
"Ah? Have you asked?! " Zhou Litao had been busy with the initial resuscitation work and had not had time to ask about the patient's history.
Hearing Zheng Ren's words, it was exactly what he had guessed.
Then there was nothing to hesitate about.
He called the ICU for consultation.
At this time, the patient's emergency blood test report came back.
Severe liver and kidney failure, creatinine and urea nitrogen had already soared to the sky. The values of various transaminase, bilirubin, total bile, rectal bile, and mesenteric bile were also shocking.
The patient was pushed to the ICU for follow-up treatment. Zheng Ren did not think it was very optimistic.
The symptoms were too severe, and the patient came a little late. This was the biggest regret.
He hoped that the doctors in the 912 intensive care unit were skilled and could pull the patients back from the line of death.
It was not something that could be solved with surgery, so Zheng Ren did not follow.
His skills in critical care were quite good, but he was only at the level of a top-notch specialist. He had not yet reached the level of a master.
I won't embarrass myself.
After nearly an hour, the patients with food poisoning were sent away, and the emergency department was temporarily quiet again.
"Boss Zheng, do you have any good ideas for rice fermentation bacteria poisoning?" Zhou Litao knew how serious it was, so he calmed down and asked Zheng Ren first.
He knew that it was difficult, but he still thought that there would be a special effect that he didn't know.
It would be best if there was some kind of medicine that could turn the tide and give the patient a glimmer of hope when they were at the end of their rope.
Zheng Ren shook his head.
Zhou Litao felt helpless, dejected, and regretful.
"This is the third case of rice fermentation bacteria poisoning this year." Zhou Litao sighed and said, "Boss Zheng, I feel powerless every time I see you."
"How about the first two?"
"One is dead, the other is alive. If he survives, he will have to undergo regular dialysis treatment, "Zhou Litao said.
This was to be expected.
Zheng Ren pursed his lips and felt very regretful.
"I've been thinking about how to let everyone know about this," Zhou Litao said. "It's just a small matter. As long as we pay attention or more people know about it, there won't be a problem. If there's a problem, we can find it early. "
"It's hard to do popular science."
"Boss Zheng, what do you think about me setting up a public account?" Zhou Litao suddenly had an idea and said.
"Will there be a fee?"
Many … or perhaps most of the public accounts cost money.
The audience of public accounts that cost money were much smaller, but it was easier to accurately and directly hit the target group.
"There's no fee," Zhou Litao said with certainty. "I'll ask how to set up a public account. The emergency department is a big window. In the future, I'll get a QR code on the table. If you need it, scan the code and follow it. I'll popularize it regularly on the public account. It might be of some use. "
Zheng Ren nodded.
This was a hot blood, although it was a 'small matter' in the eyes of unrelated people. However, this kind of small matter became a big matter when it fell on an individual!
It was a big matter!
"You do it," Zheng Ren said. "If I encounter any patients on my side, I'll get someone to write a short article and send it to you."
"Oh? Boss Zheng is also interested? "Zhou Litao felt that there was something wrong with his brain to have such an idea. Boss Zheng was a busy man. How could he be interested in such a thing?
"A few days ago, I met a patient with gastric stones. Guess what happened?" Zheng Ren asked.
"You told me before," Zhou Litao said with a smile.
"Uh … I bought hawthorns myself. After drying them, I drank them as wine. I told you about this before. Why did I tell you everything? "Zheng Ren said.
Zhou Litao thought for a moment and nodded. "Boss Zheng, I'll have to trouble you then. When I have nothing to do, I'll hurry up and start doing it. Although it's not very useful, it's better than doing nothing. "
"Okay."
"You've encountered more cases on your side and the standard is also higher. Under the premise that it doesn't affect the article, find time to write some propaganda articles for me. Thank you, thank you, "Zhou Litao said sincerely with his palms pressed together.
This person … Zheng Ren felt that Zhou Litao was becoming more and more interesting.
The emergency department was a window. What he faced was definitely not gentleness but was immersed in all kinds of negative emotions all year round.
Therefore, no one was willing to come to the emergency department. There was a shortage of emergency doctors in the country.
However, even in such an environment, Zhou Litao was still untainted by the mud and was still hot-blooded.
Although science popularization work was simple, the effect was limited. However, Zhou Litao's attitude was right. It was better to do it than to do nothing.
Even if it was just a small work, it was very likely to save a life and a family over time.
"Chief Zhou, it's been hard on you," Zheng Ren said very seriously.
"Sigh …" Zhou Litao was about to say something when the loud cry of a child came from the nurse's duty room.
The two of them were immediately kicked out of their original intentions of treating patients and saving people. They realized that they still had an abandoned child in their hands.
MD！ Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.
He would never come to the emergency department in the future! What the hell was this!
The work here was busy and tiring, and all kinds of strange things happened one after another. If it was on his head, would he be able to bring the child home?
What would Uncle Ning think if he saw it?
Now that his surgery was gradually becoming international, what would he do in the future?
A group of children hugging his thighs and calling him daddy?
At the thought of this scene, Zheng Ren shuddered.
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