Zheng Ren did not expect so many flashes to light up outside at the same time. He raised his arm and blocked his eyes.
Behind him, Su Yun had an elegant and warm smile on his face. Although the black hair on his forehead was pressed into the sterile cap, it was ready to move.
More than a dozen microphones reached over. Before Zheng Ren could react, the reporters began to ask all kinds of questions.
However, before anyone could finish asking, Zheng Ren heard a panicked voice.
Then, with a thud, he used his hand to block the light from the flash. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.
A person smashed the camera beside him, and the machine and the person fell to the ground.
The security personnel immediately separated the surrounding crowd to prevent a more serious stampede.
Zheng Ren glanced at it and saw a red System panel. He immediately used his hand to separate the microphone in front of him and strode over.
The body of the person lying on the camera kept twitching. His hands were stiff and tight, like chicken claws.
"Stretcher trolley!
"Oxygen!
"ECG monitoring!"
Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
In the face of sudden changes, the medical staff of the 912 were very used to it because it was part of their daily work. However, they did not expect Boss Zheng to 'accidentally' win the Nobel Prize. When he walked out of the operating theater, he would encounter such an emergency treatment situation.
The surrounding reporters and cameras were all excited at the same time!
This colleague was really good at doing things. The Nobel Prize winner, Boss Zheng, walked out of the operating theater. This was equivalent to a positional interview. It was a very emotional thing in itself.
However, if they could record Boss Zheng's actions of performing CPR, it would be equivalent to braving a hail of bullets to film the scene of a warrior charging. The effect of broadcasting it would definitely be different!
All the cameras turned their lenses, and the flashes silently released lightning, turning the outside of the operating theater white.
After a brief moment of shock, Chief Kong immediately prepared what Zheng Ren had just said with the nurses in the operating theater.
The oxygen bag was quickly brought out and the person lay flat on the marble floor.
Su Yun made a sound of surprise and whispered into Zheng Ren's ear, "Boss, he's Wei Feng from Sea City Metropolis Daily."
"Huh? Was he a reporter hired by Big Yellow Teeth during the postpartum hemorrhage? "Zheng Ren asked in confusion.
Su Yun nodded slightly.
The words' respiratory alkalosis' were written on Wei Feng's System panel. Zheng Ren was a little puzzled. However, he still followed the normal rescue procedure. He first checked if there were any foreign bodies or secretions in Wei Feng's oral cavity, and then inhaled oxygen through a nasal catheter.
The electrocardiogram showed sinus tachycardia, and the other values were normal.
"20 ml of 10% calcium gluconate intravenously. Send him to the emergency department for observation," Zheng Ren said.
Then, he stood up and wiped his hands on the isolation suit, as if he had touched something dirty.
"Doctor Zheng, shouldn't we be performing CPR?" a reporter asked in disappointment.
Doctor Zheng, who had just won the Nobel Prize, did not do anything. He asked someone to send the reporter who had fallen to the ground to the emergency department. It was simple and he did not feel the tension of emergency treatment at all. To the reporters, this was a bit of a wet blanket.
"His heart hasn't stopped beating. What's the point of performing CPR?" Zheng Ren said, "It's just respiratory alkalosis with spasms. Oxygen inhalation, a calcium needle, and observation for a period of time will be fine."
Su Yun smiled slightly, the ridicule at the corner of his mouth became even stronger. He waved his hand, indicating for the camera to follow him, and then squatted beside Wei Feng and said.
"The situation is very simple. It's respiratory alkalosis. Simply put, when a couple quarrels, the woman will be sent to the hospital because of her anger. Have you heard of this kind of thing? "
The reporters' eyes lit up. This person was simply too good-looking. He would definitely attract more attention if he was on camera. The key was that he was willing to communicate with the media. Immediately, someone replied, "I've heard of it."
"Women have neurosis or have factors that induce mental tension. There is no reason for any organic lesion. When it happens, there is an increase in breathing and movement, resulting in a decrease in the partial pressure of carbon dioxide in the arterial blood, respiratory alkalosis, and excitement of the sympathetic nervous system. There are various clinical symptoms."
"Generally speaking, men are extremely rare. This comrade reporter … Oh, I can't call him comrade. He's an intern reporter from the Financial Times. " Su Yun smiled and picked up the name tag hanging on Wei Feng's chest. "It must be his first time on an interview mission. When he saw the boss come out, he was so excited that he kept taking deep breaths. In the end, it caused alkalosis and he directly smoked."
"…"
The reporters did not understand. They only felt that it was very professional and seemed to be true.
"Simply put, he has no work experience and is too nervous." Su Yun's smile became even wider. The sarcasm was well concealed.
Then, he took off his sterile cap, the black hair on his forehead fluttering in the wind. He looked very proud.
The stretcher trolley was quickly pushed over. Tang Haitao from the emergency department had also received the news and rushed over with an emergency first-aid kit.
"The patient has been diagnosed with respiratory alkalosis. He has been given calcium gluconate and oxygen. You can push him back for observation," Su Yun said as he stood up.
Then, he stood behind Zheng Ren.
"Why did you say he's from the Financial Times?"
"You didn't see how arrogant he and that chief editor William were. I don't like them," Su Yun said. "I'll kick them when I get the chance. Anyway, with Marise around, they won't dare to talk back."
Zheng Ren shook his head gently and watched as Wei Feng was carried into the car and sent away.
"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Su, you won this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine. Please say a few words," a reporter asked with a microphone in his hand.
Zheng Ren scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.
Looking at the crowd of microphones in front of him and the many reporters' gazes, Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and said, "I know that I did a good job in surgery. I also fully acknowledge the Nobel Prize committee's recognition of me."
There was silence outside the operating room.
Was this an acceptance speech? Was this a provocation? Was Doctor Zheng mocking the Nobel Prize committee for not being transparent and fair?
After a short silence, there was an uproar like a pot of water that had been boiled.
This should be the most controversial acceptance speech in history. This was big news! It was definitely big news!
It turned out that this Doctor Zheng was actually so impressive. He looked simple and honest, but in fact, he was holding back a stomach full of evil thoughts.
The reporters immediately used all kinds of equipment to record Zheng Ren's words, and there were also reporters who kept asking questions.
However, Zheng Ren had already taken half a step back and pushed Su Yun to the front.
In comparison, Zheng Ren felt that Su Yun was more suitable to communicate with the media than him.
That guy liked all occasions with many people, and the more people there were, the more excited he was and the better he performed.
"Boss Zheng, you're awesome!" Lin Ge secretly stuck out his thumb and whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled. "I'm just telling the truth."
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