"Boss Zheng, this patient." The doctor brought Zheng Ren into the ward and came to the patient's bed.
Zheng Ren saw the patient lying on his side expressionlessly, looking at the sky outside the window. There was no spirit in his eyes. He was like a dead fish thrown on the shore, but he was still breathing.
"Wei Qingsen, Boss Zheng is here to see you," the doctor said to the patient.
The patient did not say a word as if he did not hear anything. His eyes were fixed on the window, his gaze slightly slack and pale.
Zheng Ren felt that there was more than one patient lying on the bed. The noise just now seemed to have dealt a heavy blow to him. He was dispirited and lifeless.
His stomach was very big and full of ascites. He should have had difficulty breathing, but now he was lying on his side in a semi-reclining position. Even the air seemed to have lost its sweetness.
"Wei Qingsen?" Zheng Ren gently patted the patient's arm, but what greeted him was a dead silence.
If not for the System panel, Zheng Ren would have panicked and checked the patient's blood pressure and other vital signs.
In the hospital, it was scary to look at the patient so motionless.
Zheng Ren carefully looked at the System panel twice. There were no new symptoms. He sighed.
There was nothing more sorrowful than a dead heart. This was probably the case in front of him. According to the doctor, Wei Qingsen should be a successful person with a successful career, but his final days were miserable.
"Boss Zheng, do you need to monitor him?" Seeing that Wei Qingsen didn't say a word and that his eyes were filled with a deathly aura, the doctor panicked and quickly asked.
"Monitor him." Zheng Ren did not let his guard down because of the System panel. He agreed with the doctor's words.
Soon, a nurse came in with an ECG monitor. She pressed the electrode film on Wei Qingsen and connected the wires to check his vital signs.
The value displayed on the screen was fine except for the slightly low blood oxygen saturation.
The doctor wanted to ask Wei Qingsen to answer the question. Although he could see that the patient had suffered a severe blow, he could not rule out hepatic encephalopathy.
"Stop messing around. I'll watch here. You do your work," Zheng Ren said quietly as he sat on a small stool beside the bed.
The doctor was more or less perceptive. Boss Zheng was sitting here, and he was going to 'do his work'? Was that a joke?
He stood beside Zheng Ren, not daring to say a word. The other patients and their families in the ward did not dare to speak either.
The situation was extremely awkward.
The doctor looked at Boss Zheng's face from the side and sighed inwardly. He stood with his hands by his side. He wanted to get close to him but did not dare to do anything for fear of making Boss Zheng unhappy.
After all, such a melodramatic thing had happened. No one would be happy if they were in his shoes. It was better for him not to rush forward and get himself in trouble.
The room was very quiet. Only the blood pressure cuff connected to the ECG monitor would make a sound every five minutes.
There were old patients and new patients in the ward. The new and old patients were interspersed with each other. If the surgery was done well, he could use the reputation of the old patients in exchange for the peace of mind of the new patients. This was a method.
Of course, this method could only be used if the surgery was done well. If there was a problem with one patient, it could cause all the other patients to have doubts about the hospital.
Humans influenced and interacted with each other. It was easier said than done to control one's own fate.
The old and new patients were obviously familiar with each other. They all knew that Boss Zheng of the 912 had performed the surgery well. They looked at Zheng Ren with awe in their hearts.
Zheng Ren did not call Wei Qingsen again. He just sat at the head of the bed and watched him look out of the window with a distracted gaze. There seemed to be countless haze in his eyes that completely blocked his life force.
He knew that even if the patient in front of him underwent the surgery, he would probably not live for long.
Most people only had one thought in their lives. Especially people who were on the verge of death. Sometimes, for a thought, they could create miracles that even doctors could not believe.
When he was in Sea City, Zheng Ren met a patient with terminal cancer. In order to wait for the New Year's reunion with his family, he endured for seven days. On the morning of the first day of the New Year, he got up and sat on the bed. His family wiped his face, drank a bowl of porridge, and then left peacefully.
There were many such things. In the oncology department, the New Year was also the time when patients died.
Just because of a thought, some people could exceed medical judgment and endure for a long time, but some people would die very quickly because they had no desire to live.
These were things that modern medicine could not explain, but clinicians knew.
After a long time, a few family members and Chang Yue came back together.
Zheng Ren looked up and saw that they were no longer arguing. Although they were not as intimate as a family, there was a sense of alienation. However, that was all. There was no longer the tit-for-tat feeling from before.
"Chief Zheng, I'm done. Let the family chat with the patient." Chang Yue's voice was a little hoarse.
Zheng Ren nodded. After standing up, he took a look at the ECG monitor.
The vital signs were stable. He said in a low voice, "Record the values and write them in the medical record when we go back."
This was a method to guard against a gentleman but not a villain. Zheng Ren actually did not have a good idea. He was worried that the patient and the family would quarrel and directly have a heart attack.
Although the System did not give him any hints, it was still better to be as careful as possible.
When he came to the corridor, Zheng Ren asked, "Is it resolved?"
"The family members sit down and talk. Their matter has been resolved," Chang Yue said coldly.
Zheng Ren heard something wrong from Chang Yue's words. Coupled with Chang Yue's tone and expression when she called him out, he confirmed the guess in his heart.
"The eldest daughter is the current mistress. Each of them has a house in the Imperial Capital, plus cash. I didn't say how much cash there is. We still have to continue discussing, "Chang Yue said." The rest is the current wife's. "
"…"
Zheng Ren sighed. Was this a division of inheritance? But the person was not dead yet!
However, he did not ask. He did not say a word. It was clear what the patient's family and herself would choose.
The doctor was a little emotional. A house in the Imperial Capital, even outside the Fifth Ring Road, was worth a lot of money.
He licked his lips enviously.
[They said to write quickly …]
His phone rang. Zheng Ren took it out and took a look. It was Su Yun.
"I'm at the community hospital."
"Oh, then come over. I still need some time."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
The three of them stood in the corridor. In the distance, Fan Tianshui was walking back and forth. Just the aura of a man like him was enough to suppress everyone else's desire to watch the show.
More than ten minutes later, Zheng Ren heard a quarrel coming from the ward. Then, a hoarse voice said, "Discharge and go home."
A few seconds later, Wei Qingsen's current wife walked out. She greeted Zheng Ren and the doctor in a gentle and elegant manner.
Then, she said to Chang Yue very kindly, "Doctor Chang, I'm sorry to make you laugh. Old Wei said that he wants to be discharged. You can go through the procedures here. I'll sign it. "
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