After a long time, Zheng Ren finally recovered. He put his hands to his mouth and huffed to warm them.
He returned to the emergency ward and sent Yang Lei home. After a round of visits, Zheng Ren saw that the patient was stable and Zheng Ren had warmed up, so he changed into the isolation suit and prepared to sleep.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Xie Yiren bought Zheng Ren a new set of clothes. Zheng Ren had no idea what brand it was, but it fit him well.
The ordinary-looking Zheng Ren actually looked slightly dashing in his new clothes. Clothes made the man, and gold made the Buddha.
Miao Xiaohua's condition was stable. The tracheal tube was removed on the second day after surgery and she was transferred from the ICU to the emergency ward on the third day.
During this period, Zheng Ren performed more than ten surgeries, which were limited to appendectomies and gallbladders. There were no major blood-pressure surgeries.
Manager Feng sent a plane ticket. Due to Su Yun's strong insistence, Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery booked one for him as well. It was normal for them to attend academic conferences and research.
Xie Yiren drove Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the airport early in the morning.
To Zheng Ren's slight disappointment, Xie Yiren did not give him a warm hug. He opened his arms to say goodbye, but she dodged it with a grin.
It must be because of Su Yun's presence.
Zheng Ren pushed the blame to the sarcastic sissy.
Ticket change, security check, and waiting.
Sea City's airport was not big. The daily scheduled flights only went to Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital. If one wanted to go to other cities, they had to transfer at these two cities.
"Doctor Zheng, are you on vacation?" A warm greeting came from the waiting area.
Zheng Ren looked up and found the person familiar but could not recall who it was.
However, out of courtesy, Zheng Ren stood up and pretended to smile and shake the person's hand.
"I'm going to Imperial Capital for a meeting."
The man was smart enough to guess the truth from Zheng Ren's slightly awkward expression. He smiled and explained, "Doctor Zheng, you were the one who diagnosed my mother's headache."
"Headache?"
"Dentures …"
Oh, Zheng Ren immediately recognized the patient's condition. It was the family member of the patient who had inexplicable headaches when he first obtained the System.
Zheng Ren was much friendlier to him now.
"My name is Cui Heming. Please take care of me, Chief Zheng," Cui Heming said.
After chatting for a while, Cui Heming noticed that Zheng Ren was not a good talker but did not dislike him, so he exchanged his phone number and WeChat contact for future contact.
When he was about to leave, he heard Zheng Ren say, "Mr. Cui, have you been under a lot of pressure recently?"
Cui Heming was stunned. Zheng Ren was a doctor, not a fortune-teller. What did he mean by that?
Could it be that the next sentence was going to change his fate?
"My blood pressure is a little high. I need to keep it under control." Zheng Ren smiled.
Cui Heming smiled bitterly.
That was indeed the case recently. With the arrival of the economic winter, liquidity was tight, and the capital chain was on the verge of collapse.
Cui Heming's small company in the capital began to shrink strategically. He was in a sorry and exhausted state.
However, Cui Heming was very optimistic. If winter came, would spring be far behind?
As long as he could endure it, with the experience and the accumulation of connections, he would definitely be able to welcome a wave of explosive growth in the spring of the future.
That being said, due to the increasing pressure from work, his body was indeed in a sub-healthy state recently.
He smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood, and lightly thanked Zheng Ren for his kind reminder.
"How did you know his blood pressure was high?" Su Yun asked after Cui Heming walked away.
"I felt it when we shook hands," Zheng Ren answered perfunctorily.
"Tsk, it must be a fluke." Su Yun's conclusion ended the short conversation.
Zheng Ren watched Cui Heming's retreating figure. A faint red light appeared on the System panel on the upper right corner of his vision.
The condition was not serious, but he needed treatment.
The System indicated that Cui Heming's condition was primary hypertension with a blood pressure of 170/110 mm Hg.
This was a very high blood pressure, probably caused by Cui Heming's chronic overwork. Moreover, he had never paid attention to it, nor had he tried to diagnose or treat it.
Zheng Ren hoped that his reminder would make him pay attention. He knew that was all he could do.
However, Zheng Ren did not make it too serious. After all, high blood pressure was very common. As long as it was carefully controlled, it would not be a big problem.
Twenty minutes before boarding, a couple in their thirties pushed a wheelchair to the boarding gate. The man was carrying a first-aid kit.
Zheng Ren glanced at it. The System panel indicated that the old man had advanced lung cancer with multiple organ metastases.
The couple was probably planning to travel around the country while the old man could still move. Zheng Ren had seen this kind of situation many times.
The old people had experienced an era of material scarcity and the concept of frugality had taken root in their hearts. If it were not for their children's semi-compulsory request, few people would be willing to spend tens of thousands of yuan on a vacation.
However, this situation had improved with the continuous improvement of economic conditions.
The couple negotiated with the airport staff for a while and produced some documents before boarding the plane at the business class gate.
There was a procedure required to board the plane with medicine and first-aid kits. Zheng Ren did not know what the procedure was since he had never done it before.
It was rare for Zheng Ren to relax. He did not have to worry about emergency treatment or the patient's recovery. Even after boarding the plane, he was still holding his phone and reading novels with great interest.
Su Yun was not in a hurry. He looked at the blue sky outside the window, his black hair fluttering in the wind.
In the end, the two of them carried their suitcases and slowly boarded the plane to the capital.
There were not many people on the plane. The stewardess was very beautiful and Zheng Ren was very relaxed.
There was no phone that could ring at any time. There was no need to worry about the mental and physical exhaustion of emergency treatment. Zheng Ren was very relaxed.
The plane was about to taxi and his phone was turned off. Zheng Ren picked up the pictorial in front of his seat and read it.
Su Yun put on his headphones and asked for a blanket to get ready for bed.
The plane climbed steadily. Zheng Ren opened his mouth to relieve the discomfort in his eardrums.
A few minutes later, a suppressed groan of pain was heard.
The stewardess heard it and unbuckled her seat belt and rushed over, ignoring the angle deviation and turbulence of the plane's ascent.
Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat. Judging from the sound, it did not seem like she was faking it. Did something happen?
He looked back and saw Cui Heming sitting in his seat with a pale face and a hand on his chest.
At that moment, the System panel on the upper right corner of his vision had changed from pale red to a strong red, like a glass of red wine with the smell of blood.
F * ck … Big trouble!
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