Doctor Zheng, I know you're being kind, "the man said softly as he followed behind Zheng Ren. He had more or less returned to normal.
"Yes, yes?" Zheng Ren hummed twice. There seemed to be some other meaning behind the man's words.
"You don't have to comfort me. It'll be troublesome if you fake the test results," the man said. "A friend of mine and I made fake test results for his elderly family and went to several copy agencies. The seal was the most difficult to make. Later, we found someone to carve a seal to fool them. "
Zheng Ren smiled.
Usually, in order to prevent the elderly from suspecting that they had an incurable disease, the family members of the patients often did such things.
"You're not suffering from cancer and I have nothing to do with you. I'm just providing an idea. If it's true, it'll save you and your wife from arguing. If I'm wrong, stall for time and calm down and think about it. It won't kill you, "Zheng Ren explained gently.
He was completely different from the person who had angrily scolded the onlookers.
As time passed, the man had completely calmed down. He smiled bitterly and said, "Doctor Zheng, you said that Eason Chen is fake, right?"
"It's true. You can check online," Zheng Ren said. "How can people live their lives if they can't calm down like you?"
The man was skeptical and searched online for what Zheng Ren had just said.
Because he was too focused, he almost hit the wall. Fortunately, Zheng Ren kept an eye on him and pulled him away several times. Later, Zheng Ren asked him to sit down and take a closer look.
The man was also very meticulous. Zheng Ren saw that after checking Eason Chen's information, he began to search for information related to Bombay blood type.
"Doctor Zheng, there are only about 30 people in the country. This is even harder than the sports lottery," the man said as he looked at the information.
"More than 30 people have been verified. Many people don't need blood transfusions in their lives. Some people have reactions after blood transfusions and are treated as allergic reactions, "Zheng Ren said. "In some ethnic minority areas, there is about a five in a thousand chance of having Bombay blood type."
"…"
The man used his phone to search for information for a while and completely calmed down. He thought about it repeatedly and gradually became stunned.
As for what was going on in his mind, Zheng Ren was too lazy to guess.
"Brother, don't think about it," Zheng Ren said. Zheng Ren said, "We'll know what's going on after we check it out. There's nothing we can do even if we sit here and think until our heads break."
"Thank you, Doctor Zheng," the man said, "I don't want to investigate anymore."
"Hmm? You're not going to investigate anymore? "Zheng Ren was not surprised.
"I don't want to investigate anymore. It's meaningless." The man said, "When Doctor Yuan gave us a preoperative briefing this morning, I saw the blood type test sheet and couldn't help but ask. Now that I think about it, no matter what, I have to wait until the child's surgery is over. "
"What's wrong with the child?"
"It's a hernia. It's not serious," the man said. "I'll go calm down. Thank you, Doctor Zheng."
Zheng Ren glanced at the man and smiled.
Zheng Ren did not insist on grabbing him for a checkup. He watched him walk out of the hall and disappear into the crowd.
"Boss Zheng, what's wrong with him? Didn't you say you were going for a checkup? "a security guard asked in a daze.
"Who knows?" Zheng Ren replied indifferently.
"It's definitely not his biological child …"
"Don't say that. What I said just now is true," Zheng Ren interrupted the security guard and said slowly.
"Then he …"
"Maybe he's worried that it's really not his child and broke down. Maybe he's worried about losing face. Or maybe he's secretly going to another hospital for a checkup. There are many possibilities. I think he'll still investigate, "Zheng Ren said calmly.
"The two of them fought so fiercely just now. What's the use even if he finds out?" the security guard said.
"You can't say that. Blood types like this are very rare, so other people's blood can't be used. In the future, he'll donate blood every year and keep some for himself. If necessary, he can transfuse his own blood. "Zheng Ren smiled.
This was one of the reasons. As for how the couple would live in the future, he would not worry about it.
"I think the blood type of the couple is different." The security guard smiled and said, "Two years ago, there was an incident in the obstetrics and gynecology department. When the child was born, the umbilical cord blood was type B while the couple had type O blood. The patient's family was furious. "
"Oh? What happened after that? "Although Zheng Ren already knew the answer, he still asked.
"At that time, the matter was very serious. The family was not willing to let it go. They said that they had the wrong child.
"The family was about to make a move. Then, Chief Lin came forward to solve it. He was not agitated and first checked the couple's blood type. In the end, the father was muddle-headed. He was originally type B, but he insisted that he was type O. "
Zheng Ren smiled. This was also one of the possibilities. That was why he pulled the man to the emergency department for a checkup.
Moreover, the possibility of such a thing happening far exceeded the probability of Mumbai's blood type. At least half of the people did not know much about their own blood type. It seemed that other than mysterious things like blood types and constellations, it was usually not used.
"Boss Zheng, guess what happened after that." The security guard smiled and chatted with Zheng Ren first. Originally, he had some respect and reverence for Zheng Ren, but seeing that Zheng Ren was very gentle, his mood gradually relaxed.
"After that?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment before saying, "Did the father feel embarrassed?"
"Yes, not only did he not apologize, but he became more and more aggressive," the security guard said. "Look at this person. It's just a matter of face. What can he do if he says that he's wrong?"
"Many people are like that. They put on too high of a pedestal and in the end, they can't swallow their pride," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "It's okay. You'll get used to it."
"Boss Zheng, I heard from them that you kicked him just now?" the security guard said and gave him a thumbs up. "None of us dared."
"He hit people like crazy. I kicked him twice and didn't hurt him. It's fine. The key is that I'm not wearing a white coat, so he doesn't dare to fight back, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"A few days ago in Chengdu, a doctor was locked in the ward by the patient's family for two hours. After they rescued him, the family made a move. They said that one of the security guards' brothers had his nose broken. "
As he said this, the security guard sighed. "Tell me, what happened?"
Zheng Ren knew about this, but there was nothing much to say. The patient's family wanted the patient to be discharged from the hospital, but there would always be a day when they were helpless.
It was like a small stone.
If one in a thousand patients' family members were more extreme, the hospital would be tormented.
There was a deviation between expectations and the actual treatment. This led many doctors to lower their psychological expectations from the beginning when communicating with the patient's family.
It was not a joke that a doctor needed a physiognomy.
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