Director Zhang covered his face and left.
He felt that if he continued to listen, he would not have the courage to ask Zheng Ren to bring Professor Rudolf Wagner to the Secondary Hospital for surgery.
Chief Xia did not mind. She greeted Zheng Ren and brought the patient back to the gastroenterology department.
The patient did not have much to worry about after the surgery. The increased portal vein pressure had been resolved and ascites reduction was a simple task. It was a piece of cake for Chief Xia.
Zheng Ren looked at the mission completion number on the System panel, which had changed from 0 to 1. He was filled with anticipation.
He had initially thought that ten TIPS surgeries in a month would be a challenge.
However, with the help of Director Zhang from the Secondary Hospital, ten TIPS surgeries should not be a big deal.
Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed when he saw the generous reward, especially the one-month completion time.
"Boss, how many TIPS surgeries are we going to do elsewhere?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.
"I don't know, but I heard that we can do as many as we want."
"That's good. Scientific research needs to be published …" Before the professor could finish his sentence, a voice interrupted him.
"Lil Fugui, I'll be in charge of the boss's research." Su Yun's face was gloomy.
Professor Rudolf's expression darkened as he looked at Su Yun.
What makes a doctor famous all over the world?
It had to be a surgical method! A new treatment method!
The professor's eyes turned red at the thought of others doing TIPS surgeries with the word "Zheng Rudolf" in front of their surgical method.
"Stop it," Zheng Ren said. "Let's go for a ward round."
Su Yun smiled at Zheng Ren, who seemed oblivious to the situation.
Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner put their arms around each other's shoulders and whispered to each other, occasionally looking up at Zheng Ren.
After the surgery, Zheng Ren's mind was filled with the old man in his eighties during the ward round.
There seemed to be no problem, but the old man kept saying that he was uncomfortable here and there.
What was his motive if he was faking it? He was already so old, but his children were by his side and he seemed very filial. The possibility of an old child wanting his children's attention was ruled out.
However, if he was not faking it, there was no other clinical explanation. Even the System did not give any indication.
Strange.
When he reached the emergency department's observation room, an idea struck him.
He could ask Chang Yue to give it a try. Chang Yue was very familiar with every patient's family member, so she might be able to make more discoveries.
With that in mind, he calmed down and entered the emergency observation room.
The old man's son was sitting by the bed, peeling a fruit for the old man. The old man was lying on the bed with his legs crossed. He was humming a tune and tiptoeing, looking very carefree.
How was this an illness?
Zheng Ren was even more certain that the old man was faking his illness.
He came to the bed and asked softly, "Sir, I'm the chief resident of the emergency department. Tell me where you feel unwell."
The old man opened his eyes and immediately frowned when he saw Zheng Ren. He pointed at his stomach and said, "Doctor, my stomach hurts."
Zheng Ren placed the old man's leg down and assumed a posture for a physical examination. He then rubbed his hands together to minimize the temperature difference between his palms and his abdomen.
The old man was unprepared for Zheng Ren's little trick of palpation.
There were no painful spots on his abdomen. This old man was healthy.
Even so, Zheng Ren did not dare to order the old man to leave the hospital.
Words such as occupying public medical resources were simply typed by keyboard enthusiasts. At his age, it was possible that he would not wake up if there was no illness or disaster.
If he was forced to leave the hospital, what if his mood swings led to unpredictable consequences … Zheng Ren did not want to get into trouble.
It was better for an old man of his age to go upstairs to the emergency ward.
If he were to stay in the emergency observation room, the old man might suffer a heart attack if he encountered a few car accidents or fights at night.
After explaining the situation to his family, he did not apply for hospitalization. Instead, the emergency department borrowed a bed from the emergency ward.
The old man was satisfied with the quietness when he returned to the emergency ward.
"Chief Zheng, who's the patient?" Chang Yue came up to him before he could speak.
"I think it's a patient who is faking his illness. I don't know the specific reason, "Zheng Ren said." I'll leave this matter to you to eliminate the hidden danger. "
"…" Chang Yue was stunned for a moment before glaring at Zheng Ren. "Eliminate the hidden danger? How? Chief Zheng, please give me some advice. "
Chang Yue's attitude was a little harsh, but Zheng Ren could tolerate it. It was no wonder she was unhappy because he was causing trouble for Chang Yue.
He smiled apologetically and explained his thoughts to Chang Yue.
Zheng Ren's attitude was good, so Chang Yue did not want to embarrass him too much. Moreover, she was curious why the old man was faking his illness.
Was the hospital more comfortable than home?
Absolutely not.
The patients in the emergency ward after surgery knew this. As long as they could walk, no one wanted to spend the night in the hospital.
No matter what the doctors said or what the medical insurance company said, none of them could stop the patients from wanting to go home.
It was strange that someone was willing to be hospitalized.
Zheng Ren heaved a sigh of relief after leaving the old man's matter to Chang Yue.
Yang Lili had extubated the tube after the surgery. The inferior vena cava filter would be removed in three to five days from the pulmonary embolism patient. There was nothing else to worry about.
All that was left was emergency surgeries, freelance surgeries from the Secondary Hospital, and waiting for Department Chief Kong's call.
Zheng Ren calculated in his heart as he sat on the chair, feeling very comfortable.
He took out the General Surgery book and continued to flip through it. Reading had become a part of Zheng Ren's life.
However, now that he had his phone beside him and was chatting with Xie Yiren from time to time, his reading efficiency was countless times lower than usual.
Soon, it was lunchtime.
A call from an unknown number came in while Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren were discussing what to eat.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Chief Ding."
"Yes, I'm in the ward."
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the ward."
Zheng Ren hung up.
Why was Ding Zhongtai calling him? And from a private number instead of the hospital's landline?
Zheng Ren did not have much contact with Ding Zhongtai, but he sensed that something was amiss.
Soon, Ding Zhongtai arrived at the emergency ward's office. He peeked inside and waved at Zheng Ren when he saw that there was someone inside.
"Chief Ding, what's up?" Zheng Ren asked as he walked out.
Ding Zhongtai pulled Zheng Ren to a secluded corner and asked in a low but serious voice, "Little Zheng, about the car accident, did you find someone behind it?"
Car accident? Rear-End car accident? What was that?
Zheng Ren was stunned.
"Ambulance," Ding Zhongtai said.
His butt was really crooked. 8)
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