The middle-aged man was slightly plump and looked gentle. His face was red from being hit and scolded by his father.
The patients might not have known what had happened when they were sent to the emergency room. However, the hundreds of family members present knew the entire rescue process and witnessed everything through the open door of the resuscitation room.
Most of them did not know why Zheng Ren had offended the unreasonable old lady. However, no one was a fool. They could vaguely guess what had happened.
The slap had landed on the old man's son's face, but many people's faces had turned red.
Watching the old man struggle to get up from the bed and reject his son's persuasion again and again, everyone felt as if their hearts had been pierced by a needle.
It was painful but not numb.
"You still have the cheek to come?!" A woman in her thirties stood up and pointed angrily at the arrogant old lady next to the black tower. "Aren't you sick? Aren't you going to die? Why are you still alive and kicking? Terminal lucidity? Go back and buy a coffin board. With your behavior, the coffin board should be thicker. Otherwise, it won't be able to hold you down. "
"You …" The old lady was a little stunned. Just as she was about to retort, the woman walked out and stood in the middle of the corridor with her hands on her hips. She was extremely shrewd. "My wife was the first one sent here. She was just a breath away. You're f * cking fine. Why are you causing trouble? "
"Yes, I also saw her hit the police."
"Yes, she said she was going to die and even grabbed the hospital director's collar. If Dr. Zheng hadn't pushed her away, the medicine wouldn't have been transferred in time. She might have died. "
"If she's going to die, it won't just be one or two."
The patients' family members in the corridor felt the same way.
When the patient was sent to the hospital, his entire body was bluish-gray. It looked strange. Moreover, his condition was progressing rapidly. Watching a healthy person begin to turn blue and collapse with no one knowing if he was dead or alive, no one could bear it.
When he arrived at the hospital, he was rescued in time and gradually improved. This was obvious to all.
When one person came forward, there was a second.
A third …
A fourth …
More and more people came forward.
The more people there were, the bolder they became. The guilt of not stopping the black tower grew stronger.
It was like a ball of will-o '-the-wisp, burning people's hearts.
The old man was right. The doctor was a life-saving bodhisattva, and the old lady who caused trouble … was just a little brat.
It was unknown when someone threw a bottle of purified water at the men behind the black tower.
Instantly, countless bottles of purified water were smashed towards the group of troublemakers.
The black tower saw that he had provoked public anger and his face turned purple. He pointed to the crowd around him and wanted to say a few words to get him to step down. However, he didn't dare to stay here. With a storm of bottles, he fled the hospital.
The doctors and nurses of the emergency department stood in front of Zheng Ren. Seeing that the group of people had left, they began to persuade everyone to be quiet and recuperate.
"Thank you, Doctor Zheng." One of the family members came over and bowed deeply.
"You're too kind. It's what I should do." Zheng Ren smiled.
Xie Yiren poked her head out from behind Zheng Ren and watched the scene curiously.
One by one, the family members expressed their gratitude to Zheng Ren.
Simple people might cower and lower their heads in the face of the dark forces, but it didn't mean that they didn't understand reason. Perhaps they were the silent majority, but as long as there was an opportunity, no one would back down.
After arguing for a long time, Zheng Ren finally accepted the gratitude of almost all the patients' family members.
That scene … Zheng Ren felt a little like a funeral. Of course, he was a corpse …
"Where's Xie Yiren?" Zheng Ren asked when he looked behind him and saw that Xie Yiren was nowhere to be found.
"She said she went to buy food for you," an internal medicine doctor said and hurried back to write a medical record.
Emergency treatment was one thing. After saving the patient, there was a lot of annoying paperwork to complete. It was hopeless.
Oh, Xie Yiren was more understanding.
He did not know if he should apologize for bumping into her just now. Such a question popped into his mind.
However, he was a straight man. It would be strange if he could understand such things.
After the ward and corridor quieted down, he decided not to think about it. It was better to do ward rounds.
Zheng Ren walked around the ward and there were about a hundred patients left in the emergency department. The emergency observation room was full, and even the corridor was full of extra beds.
At this time, no one came to say that Class Three Grade A Hospitals did not allow extra beds.
The patients' conditions were stable. The blue-gray avatars gradually revealed their yellow skin, giving a special visual impact.
Zheng Ren was relieved that everything was stable. He informed the doctor on duty in the department of surgery and surgery to inform him immediately if there were any changes in the patient's condition.
His body was sticky and uncomfortable, caused by the low blood sugar and sweat.
Zheng Ren thought about it and called the anesthesiology department. After knowing that they were not busy, he told them that he wanted to take a shower. Unexpectedly, the anesthesiologist was very enthusiastic. Zheng Ren hung up and went straight to the operating room.
The anesthesiologist's attitude toward Zheng Ren was completely different from before. It was probably because of the dozens of surgeries last night that had brought Zheng Ren countless points of admiration.
Most clinical departments did not have showers. Only the operating room had such high-end facilities. Therefore, anesthesiologists were very impatient with doctors who came to take a shower. Zheng Ren had wanted to discuss politely but did not expect the anesthesiologist to be so polite.
In the hospital, there was no lack of intrigue and deception in society. However, there was no doubt that those with good technical skills would be able to obtain more convenience.
After the shower, his whole body felt comfortable. The anesthesiologist handed him a Yuxi cigarette and the two sat in a small smoking room.
Smoking was prohibited in the hospital, but there were many smokers.
The anesthesiology department converted a small windowed storage room into a smoking room. This could solve the smoking problem and prevent secondhand smoke from permeating the corridor.
"Chief Zheng, when did you learn to be so good?" The anesthesiologist looked at him with admiration. "The three brothers who came to work overtime last night were all in awe of you, even though they were exhausted."
Zheng Ren gave him an honest smile.
"That was amazing. You performed dozens of appendectomies in one night." The anesthesiologist smiled and said, "Let me tell you, be careful of Chief Surgeon Liu. He's not a good guy."
"Yes, I know."
"I've worked for thirty years and I'm in my fifties. What haven't I seen?" The anesthesiologist said earnestly, "Ten years ago, a postgraduate student from Union Medical College came to our hospital. Three years later, Chief Surgeon Liu caught him in a medical dispute and instigated the patient's family to blow the matter up. In the end, the doctor was banished to the suburbs to raise rabbits. "
Sea City General Hospital had a long history. During an era of starvation, they had asked for a piece of land in the suburbs and used it as a farm to feed themselves. Later, the land was reformed and living conditions improved. The crops produced there had become welfare for Sea City General Hospital staff.
However, the farm had long been sold to real estate developers and turned into high-rise buildings.
However, Zheng Ren had heard about it.
"Who in the medical field doesn't make mistakes? I'm just afraid that someone will keep an eye on you. " The anesthesiologist continued to impart experience to Zheng Ren. "You're always in trouble, turning a small matter into a big one."
Zheng Ren felt the same and nodded repeatedly.
"Follow Old Chief Physician Pan. He's a god, after all," the experienced anesthesiologist said one last time.
This kind of heart-to-heart talk would not be too clear or direct. Zheng Ren was grateful that the anesthesiologist on duty had said so much to Zheng Ren, even though they were strangers.
As he spoke, his phone rang. It was Old Chief Physician Pan.
Zheng Ren quickly picked up the phone and pointed at it, indicating that he was leaving.
The anesthesiologist was slightly disappointed that he had not asked about the nitrite poisoning. However, Zheng Ren had just finished an emergency surgery and was probably exhausted. He could not stop him. After saying goodbye, Zheng Ren left the operating theater and answered the phone.
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