Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned to the Imperial Capital. The news from Nanshan City came one after another.
The child's subsequent laboratory tests determined that he had hepatolenticular degeneration and had received copper expulsion treatment. According to Zheng Ren's guess, after a period of treatment, the small patient's condition would improve bit by bit.
This kind of thing, as long as the treatment started, there was nothing to think about.
However, Su Yun lost his temper because of this matter. Zheng Ren was also very angry. He thought of Lightning Dharmaraja many years ago. At that time, playing games was still called internet addiction. Now, it was called eSports.
There was no reason to use electric shocks just to stop the child from playing games. When he thought of this, Zheng Ren was a little angry.
Even if there was no hepatolenticular degeneration, it would not do to send a perfectly fine child to a mental hospital to start taking drugs to treat mental illnesses.
He hoped that the small patient would get better soon.
After the surgery the next day, Zheng Ren changed his clothes and turned on his phone. He saw that Chief Zhao had sent him a WeChat message. He told him about the reconciliation between the patient's family and the hospital and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.
"There's nothing to see. This kind of thing will happen more and more in the future. Everyone wants to maintain a good communication with you. If they can't, they don't want to offend you. "
"You lost your composure yesterday," Zheng Ren said as he glanced at Su Yun.
"It's okay. Actually, I was about to scold the child's family but you beat me to it," Su Yun said. "Sending the child to a mental hospital for no reason. What are you doing?"
"There are many people who do things for your own good. Let's just leave it at that." Zheng Ren knew that there were too many things hidden in this matter.
He could not explain it clearly and it did not make sense. In any case, his responsibility was to treat patients and save people. It was enough to do what he could. If he thought too much, it would only make his mind confused.
"Let's go and see Chief Zhou," Su Yun said with a smile. Su Yun said with a smile, "At the end of June, this batch of chief residents will quit. Chief Zhou is probably counting the days with his fingers."
"Okay." Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said, "Are you free in the afternoon? Let's go and see Chief Miao?"
"I'll go …" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, as if he was looking at a stranger impolitely. "Boss, I thought you forgot about Chief Miao."
"How could that be?" Zheng Ren said. "To be honest, I still can't muster up the courage to see Chief Miao. When I think of Chief Miao, I feel like I'm facing a difficult problem. I can't think too much about this kind of thing. If I think too much, I will involuntarily become weak. "
"Tsk." Su Yun looked at him with disdain. "Just say you're a coward. Chief Yu told me several times that Chief Miao's condition is recovering well. At most, he can already walk on the ground. He always says that he wants to see you. "
Zheng Ren smiled. There were a few times when Su Yun brought up this topic, but he always changed the topic.
Everyone had life and death. Chief Miao did the surgery that no one dared to do, but in the end, he was mentally broken down by his family.
The patient's family? That was what Zheng Ren thought at first, but after calming down for a few months, he gradually changed his mind when he occasionally thought about it.
The patient's family was probably devastated. At that time, Chief Miao was the only person he could confide in.
Who knew? This kind of thing could be interpreted in countless ways. The key was how one looked at it.
Zheng Ren still remembered that at that time, he had cried helplessly in the operating theater of the System. His heart ached as if it had been stabbed by a knife and stirred twice.
Time was a good medicine that healed his wounds. Although Chief Miao was the one who was injured on the surface, Zheng Ren knew that as a person who had experienced it personally, he had also suffered a blow.
After being enlightened by Old Chief Physician Pan, he finally understood. However, a wound was a wound. It needed time to heal.
To be able to face this matter correctly, at least that was what Zheng Ren thought. He should go and see Chief Miao.
The two of them chatted as they arrived at the emergency department.
There were no noisy footsteps in the corridor. This was a leisurely time in the emergency department. When he passed by the emergency resuscitation room, Zheng Ren glanced inside. It was empty.
It would be great if the room was empty all the time.
Zhou Litao was in his duty room, writing a thesis.
"Chief Zhou, are you studying?" Su Yun asked in a strange tone.
"Brother Yun, don't laugh at me. The chief resident is about to end. We have to look forward, right? "Zhou Litao said with a smile." Without a national-level project, without a strong SCI … "
The 912 had too many monks and too little porridge. It was basically in a state of one radish per pit. It was different from the prefecture-level hospitals that could smoothly advance if they had enough things. In the 912, if one wanted to get the title of associate chief physician, they had to work hard.
It seemed a little unfair, but there was no good way. It was the same chief physician, but the gold content was different from the 912.
Zhou Litao was making preparations. A strong SCI article, at the national level, or at least the Natural Science Foundation of the Imperial Capital, was in line with the hard bar of advancement.
"Let me see what project it is." Su Yun smiled and wanted to turn Zhou Litao's notebook to take a look.
"Don't, don't." Zhou Litao was a little embarrassed in front of the two top students, so he immediately closed his notebook.
"Tsk tsk, Boss, what do you think Chief Zhou will do in the future if he doesn't fit into society?" Su Yun said sarcastically.
Zhou Litao was a little confused.
Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Show Su Yun when you're done writing. The way you write and describe it is different from when we write papers. There are still many small points that we need to pay attention to. "Also, Su Yun is familiar with the editor on that side. Although he won't let a worthless article be published in The Lancet or New England, he can shorten the process."
Su Yun looked at Zhou Litao proudly.
"Thank you, Brother Yun," Zhou Litao immediately said. "Thank you."
"I suggest you turn to New England. You've seen many strange small cases in the emergency department. Find a particularly rare one to write about."
Su Yun gave Zhou Litao his suggestion.
Zhou Litao nodded repeatedly.
"How's the matter with your girlfriend?" Su Yun asked.
"Uh …" Zhou Litao looked troubled. Then, he said, "Advance first. My girlfriend isn't in a hurry."
"I'm preparing to start a career first, then get married. Anyway, if you become an associate chief physician, it might be easier to find a girlfriend," Su Yun said.
"How's Cui Lao?"
Zheng Ren asked. Zhou Litao slowly shook his head. "His body functions can still be maintained, but I think Cui Lao doesn't want to live like this anymore."
"I'll go and chat with Cui Lao in a few days," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"By the way, Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, Cui Lao asked about your Nobel Prize project a few times. He said that if he could see you win the Nobel Prize, he would be able to rest in peace. "
"Don't mind me. Let me tell you, the possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year …" As he spoke, Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren.
"Fifty-fifty."
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