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Chapter 1949

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Let's go together. We can't sit here for long. We still have to go eat, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.

The three of them walked out of the on-call room and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties standing at the door of the emergency surgery department. His hair was a little messy and he was begging the emergency surgeon, "Doctor, just give me some eye drops. I really don't need anything else. "

"There's a foreign body in the eye. How can you just prescribe eye drops? I took a quick look and felt that there was a problem, "the emergency surgeon said." To be cautious, you should go to the ophthalmology department. "

"I only prescribe eye drops in other hospitals. Really, really."

Zheng Ren glanced at his System panel. There was only a little red color. It was nothing serious. The diagnosis was also very clear. It was an eyelid cyst.

The emergency surgeon's judgment was right. It was not a simple foreign body in the eye, but one that had been around for a long time.

The foreign body had already wrapped and organized in the eyelid, showing cystic hyperplasia.

It was better to go to the ophthalmology department.

Zheng Ren did not care. He leisurely looked at the people who came to the emergency department. The diagnosis on the System panel was not serious. There was nothing special.

Zhou Litao stepped forward and asked the emergency surgeon to eat while he communicated with the patient.

After a brief explanation of the physical examination, the emergency surgeon went to eat.

Eating in the emergency department was a matter of luck.

Many times, he had just picked up his chopsticks when he came to the emergency department. When he went back to pick up his chopsticks, someone would call for him at the door of the consultation room.

After a while, the food would be completely cold and he might not even be able to take a bite.

When he was in the emergency department, he was willing to order dumplings and finish three dumplings in twenty seconds. This was a basic survival skill.

"When did you start feeling unwell?" Zhou Litao put on an amiable expression and began to ask about the patient's medical history.

"It's been a long time, more than ten years," the patient said helplessly when he saw that there was a change of doctor.

"Doctor …"

"Has it gotten worse recently?" Zhou Litao still patiently asked about the patient's medical history.

"Doctor, I just want to prescribe a few bottles of chloramphenicol eye drops and I'm in a hurry. Please don't ask."

"Then why did you come to the hospital?" Zhou Litao asked. "Isn't it better to go to the pharmacy?"

"The pharmacy is more expensive than the hospital." The patient saw that Zhou Litao was rather amiable, and he was actually not in a hurry. It was just an excuse for him to say that he was in a hurry, so he began to chat.

"There's a registration ticket to the hospital. Although it's not much, 5 RMB is more expensive than the pharmacy."

"I want to open a few more bottles. The average price is still cheaper than the pharmacy."

"Open a few more bottles?"

"Yes, I have used it for many years." The patient said, "I've tried all kinds of eye drops, including the Rolls-Royce eye drops and the red bottle eye drops, but none of them are as good as the chloramphenicol eye drops."

"So long? Didn't you go to the ophthalmology department? "Zheng Ren asked.

"There's nothing to see. Some eye drops will be fine. It's meaningless to make such a fuss." The patient smiled and said, "Doctor, you see that I've already registered. Please give me a few more bottles."

"The Emergency Department only prescribes medicine for three days. Bring a few more bottles? The council will fine you. " Zhou Litao said, "Why don't I refund your registration ticket? That way, you won't have to spend this money."

"Don't mind me. It's not easy for me to come here."

"You've never been to the 912 before?"

"Yes, I just happened to be passing by," the patient said as he rubbed his eyes.

Zheng Ren saw that his pupils on both sides were a little different and was puzzled.

Logically speaking, the pupils on both sides were dilated and had different diameters. It was a sign of cerebral hemorrhage. However, whether it was the System panel or his observation of the patient's condition, it did not seem like there was anything wrong.

Strange.

Zheng Ren carefully observed the patient's condition. Zhou Litao chatted with him for a while. Seeing that he firmly refused to go to the ophthalmology department, Zhou Litao could not violate the rules and prescribe long-term eye drops to the patient. He could only refund the registration ticket and send him away.

He could only prescribe medicine for a limited time. This was a rule that had been set in recent years. Zhou Litao had no choice.

Zheng Ren had been observing the patient. Seeing him leave helplessly and walk a little unsteadily, he felt that something was very wrong.

"Boss, what are you looking at?" Su Yun asked.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with his walk?"

"It might be that his foot was injured when he was young. It might be a congenital disease. It's just that his eyes are uncomfortable and he's here to prescribe medicine. Why do you care so much?" Su Yun said.

"It's not that." Zheng Ren quickly caught up and patted the patient's shoulder. He asked, "I think there's something wrong with your walk and there's something wrong with your pupils. Can I ask what's going on?"

"Sigh." The patient sighed, very distressed.

Zheng Ren felt that there was a problem and looked at him curiously.

"Doctor, I won't hide it from you. I don't like to wear glasses, but my vision is bad and I have astigmatism. So I wear contact lenses. It's better than wearing a frame to press the bridge of my nose. "

Zheng Ren listened.

"But I can't wear contact lenses well. They keep falling off," the patient said. "They fell off again just now. I can't see clearly and I have some problems walking."

So that was the case. Zheng Ren was relieved after listening to his explanation.

"Doctor, tell me, what are the hospital's rules? They still don't prescribe medicine," he began to complain.

"We can't help it. It's the rule." Zheng Ren smiled.

However, when he smiled, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Wait a moment." Zheng Ren immediately stopped the patient and said very gently, "You said you keep losing your contact lenses?"

"Yes, it's been like this since I started wearing them more than ten years ago. I keep losing them. If I lose them, I have to change them. A small part of the money I earn every month is spent on them. " The patient complained, "Doctor, to be honest, the money I spend on glasses is enough to buy an ordinary car."

Zheng Ren smiled. That was quite expensive.

However, he thought of a possibility and said gently, "Can I check for you again?"

"Check? What's there to check? " The patient looked at Zheng Ren in surprise. "I'm still busy. I just passed by the 912 and thought about prescribing a few bottles of eye drops. Who knew that such a big hospital is not as good as a small clinic? "

"Yes, the larger the hospital, the stricter the management. We can't help it," Zheng Ren said. "Don't leave first. I'll take a look in a few minutes."

"There's nothing to see, doctor, really."

"It's possible that after you finish looking at it … you might save a car in the next few years," Zheng Ren advised with a smile.

"…" The patient was speechless. He looked at Zheng Ren, not knowing what he was going to do.

"I'll take a look in a few minutes. If it's okay, then it's okay. If it's not okay, then go ahead and do your work. I won't stop you. "Zheng Ren's face was sincere, making the patient feel embarrassed.

"Then … Okay."

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