"Yiren, Hei Zi is with me." Zheng Ren got through the phone and said to Xie Yiren, "I'm at the back door of the emergency department."
"Okay, there's no hurry."
After saying that, Zheng Ren looked at Hei Zi with a smile and asked, "Did you get into any trouble on the way?"
It was unknown whether Hei Zi understood or not. He used his nose to cup Zheng Ren's hand and then placed his head under his hand.
Zheng Ren touched Hei Zi's head and recalled Chang Yue's condition. It should be fine and he was relieved. Sitting on the steps, he took out a cigarette and lit one.
If there were no messy things, life seemed to be good. When everyone was not sick and there were no disasters, it would be fine. However, this rescue was different from usual. When he was doing chest compressions, Zheng Ren clearly felt nervous.
This was only chest compressions. It was hard to imagine if he would be terrified if he had to do direct chest compressions after cutting open the heart.
"Hei Zi, how did you come out?" Zheng Ren smoked and looked at a leaf floating down from the sky. He threw aside the image of Chang Yue's stomach being cut open and dripping with blood and asked leisurely.
He did not expect to get an answer from Hei Zi. He was just casually saying it. If he did not say anything, he would definitely feel a little scared. Zheng Ren could not imagine what it would be like for Chang Yue to die at home. He did not dare to think about it at all.
Those who are overwhelmed with sorrow can only part with each other. These words made a lot of sense.
"Don't be naughty. I know you'll be lonely at home sometimes, but not everyone likes you.
"If there's a chance, I'll take you to the grassland, just like the last time I took you to the desert. Hei Zi, did you have fun in the desert? "
Zheng Ren seemed to be talking to himself. As he smoked, he touched Hei Zi's head. Hei Zi's body gently leaned against Zheng Ren's leg and rubbed against it lazily.
[They said to write a love song quickly. It's for both refined and popular tastes …]
His phone rang. Because he was in the hospital, Zheng Ren's heart was not beating so violently.
He glanced at it. It was Christian. Zheng Ren was a little puzzled. This guy seemed to have contacted him very frequently recently.
Logically speaking, it was already considered a lot for a big shot like him to take the initiative to contact him once a year or two.
He really did not want to deal with this group of porphyria patients. He could still clearly remember the diagnosis written in strange words on everyone's System panel, including Christian's.
"Chris, hello." Zheng Ren picked up the phone and said with a smile.
"I don't think so."
"There are so many experts in plastic surgery. You sent her to me …"
Zheng Ren chatted with Christian in Dutch for a full five minutes. This time, Zheng Ren truly understood what it meant to be old and wise. Chris was really thick-skinned. In the face of Zheng Ren's clear rejection, he still smiled elegantly and 'nagged'.
Deep down, Zheng Ren was too embarrassed to turn down a request for treatment.
This was a common problem among doctors in the country. No one was immune to it.
He calculated for a moment. He had just completed a big mission, so he did not panic when calculating his skill points.
He could take it slow. After all, it was just a "minor" surgery to transplant fat.
He put down the phone. She hadn't come out yet. She was probably talking to Chang Yue. Zheng Ren thought about it and smiled in his heart.
It was a pity that Hei Zi had run over on its own. He had to look after it.
After chatting with Hei Zi for a while, Zheng Ren vaguely heard the sound of a child crying in the corridor.
When he was on rotation in the Department of Genitourinary Surgery, Zheng Ren was most afraid of little boys with phimosis.
The heart-wrenching cry made Zheng Ren, who was like a rock, feel a sense of fear. Usually, when he encountered such small patients, Zheng Ren would ask other colleagues to help him.
The crying became louder and louder. Zheng Ren sighed. What was wrong with this child?
"Zheng Ren, Sister Yue said she wants to go home." Xie Yiren pushed the door open and came out. The moment the door opened, the crying reached its peak and Zheng Ren shuddered.
"Go home? I don't think so, "Zheng Ren said.
"I'll look after Hei Zi. Go talk to Sister Yue," Xie Yiren said. "I'm also worried about the danger of going home. It's safer to observe for 24 hours."
Seeing Xie Yiren come out, Hei Zi immediately changed sides and ran to her side, happily running around.
Zheng Ren smiled and walked into the corridor.
A little boy was crying loudly in the corridor. Zheng Ren walked closer to take a look. The System panel was medium red, and the diagnosis was very clear — allergic dermatitis.
His right hand was heavy, his left slightly light, and the rest of his body … There was a little at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone.
It should be some kind of toy, Zheng Ren guessed.
The doctor in the emergency department was explaining the child's condition to the child's mother, but the child was crying so hard that the explanation was intermittent. It seemed that when he looked at the wound under the gauze, he had removed the gauze, causing severe pain.
"I think it's allergic dermatitis. Has he been in contact with anything recently?"
"No, the child goes to kindergarten every day and goes home. He hasn't been in contact with anything," the child's mother replied.
"Doctor, what exactly happened to the child?" an elderly man asked anxiously.
"Aren't we asking now? Think about what the child has been in contact with recently."
"Contact … It's all kinds of toys, watching TV, eating, nothing poisonous." The adults in the family were dumbfounded. They thought about it for a long time but could not find the problem.
"Don't worry, think about it one by one," the doctor said.
"He really hasn't. The toy I bought for him recently is a puzzle, but he doesn't like it."
The consultation fell into an impasse.
Coincidentally, another patient with appendicitis arrived. The emergency surgeon called Tang Haitao out and went to deal with the emergency department himself.
Tang Haitao walked out, glanced at the child's hand, and asked, "Playing with Slime?"
"…"
Zheng Ren and the patient's family were all dumbfounded.
The System panel gave the diagnosis. Zheng Ren was still thinking about the source of the illness, but he did not expect Tang Haitao to say it out loud. This guy was very impressive.
The patient's family nodded in a daze.
"My son has been buying this. I checked and there's borax in it." Tang Haitao looked at the child's hand and said with a pained expression, "Look at this."
"Doctor, what is borax?"
"Uh …" Tang Haitao was stunned for a moment, then glared at the young patient's mother. "Don't you even look at it before buying it for the child?"
The parents of the young patient were stunned.
"Don't care what it is. There's borax in things like crystal mud and it's sticky. The child's hand is already like this after playing with it. What if he eats it?" Tang Haitao looked at the young patient's hand and lectured the patient's family with some heartache.
This … was a little too much. However, Tang Haitao was already a parent, so his thoughts were definitely different from Zheng Ren's.
Zheng Ren also understood this point.
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