Although the patient's family still had their doubts, they had no other choice since Chief Xia and Professor Rudolf Wagner agreed with Zheng Ren.
He began to go through the hospitalization procedures and prepared for emergency surgery according to Zheng Ren's instructions.
"Boss, Sister Zhao is free at noon," Su Yun said after Chief Xia left.
"Alright, noon it is then." After saying that, Zheng Ren remembered the patient named Li Chen who had been admitted in the morning. He said to Chang Yue, "Chang Yue, ask Li Chen if he had eaten breakfast."
"He didn't eat. He was going to draw blood this morning. I just rejected him," Chang Yue said.
Most patients thought that they could get their blood taken on the first day they were admitted to the hospital, so many of them came to the hospital without eating breakfast.
In places like Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital, where patients from all over the country gathered, in order to pursue bed turnover, they would adopt the method of examination upon admission.
However, in a place like Sea City, the number of patients and surgeries was far from being saturated.
Therefore, patients who came to the hospital with an empty stomach would go to eat in disappointment and repeat it the next day.
Zheng Ren guessed that there might be such a possibility. When he heard Chang Yue say that, he quickly said, "Chang Yue, quickly tell Li Chen not to eat or drink. Let's do a 64-slice CT scan together at noon."
"Okay." Chang Yue was never ambiguous when it came to work.
After explaining everything, Zheng Ren's messy morning finally calmed down a little.
Zheng Ren wanted to sit down and read the journals in the System, but he remembered that he had not visited the emergency observation room yet. He hoped that there were no hidden dangers.
He braced himself and walked out of the office.
Su Yun caught up to him and said, "Boss, based on your understanding of CT, I suspect that you've done machine maintenance before."
"It's alright," Zheng Ren said.
Looking at Zheng Ren's perfunctory attitude, Su Yun curled his lips. However, thinking that Zheng Ren's level was high, no matter what he said, he would be easily slapped in the face by Zheng Ren, so he could only swallow his words.
This feeling was so aggrieved. It was like Chang Yue always said with a provocative look, "I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
Su Yun sighed in his heart. His skills were not as good as others.
As soon as he arrived at the emergency department, he heard a commotion.
Zheng Ren frowned and hurried over.
A patient stood in the hall with a list in his hand and spoke passionately.
There were other onlookers, doctors, and nurses nearby.
"The doctor told me that he's going to 'help' me change my dressing. How can he help me like this? Do you still need to charge for helping people?! "the man roared.
Seeing his agitated expression, Zheng Ren was worried that his blood pressure would be too high and cause a cerebral hemorrhage.
"What's going on?" Zheng Ren asked a nurse from the emergency department in a low voice.
"Chief Zheng, his arm was injured and he was stitched up in our hospital a few days ago. Today, the surgeon came to change his dressing. I don't know why, but he didn't want to pay the fee, so he started making a fuss, "the nurse whispered helplessly.
Zheng Ren connected the dots and instantly understood what had happened.
The patient was probably here to ask for a change of dressing. It didn't matter if the patient paid first or later. It wasn't a lot of money. The price for a change of dressing in Haicheng Clinic was only eight to ten yuan.
Most of the people who ran away found it troublesome to pay, so they simply left.
When he encountered a reasonable doctor who was afraid of trouble, he simply threw ten or twenty yuan to the doctor and asked him to pay for the fees.
However, for the patient in front of him, Zheng Ren guessed that after the surgeon said he would 'help' him change his dressing and gave him a bill, he started to make a fuss.
Zheng Ren was also very helpless. There was nothing he could do. The emergency department would always encounter problems of one kind or another.
However, this was not a big deal. Zheng Ren immediately contacted the medical administration division and then found security to warn the patient to go to the medical administration division if there was anything. If he continued to make a fuss in the emergency hall, it would be considered a disturbance of public order and he might be detained.
Although the patient was a little unreasonable, he wanted to save some money and did not mind wasting time. However, the more such a person was, the more afraid they were of things like criminal detention.
If it was a few years ago, Zheng Ren would really have no choice.
However, recently, things like fighting against the underworld and holding banners had been classified as disturbing public order, so Zheng Ren had confidence.
This kind of thing did not need to be dealt with at all. It was thrown to the medical administration division and let the professionals deal with unreasonable people.
However, it still took Zheng Ren nearly an hour.
Zheng Ren looked at the resentful eyes of the medical administration division's young clerk and also felt a little embarrassed. However, everyone had their own duties. Zheng Ren could not spend a lot of time reasoning with people.
Moreover, Zheng Ren knew himself well. Even if he tried, he would not be able to explain himself clearly.
He could not lower his IQ and bottom line to that of the other person and then … be defeated by his rich experience.
After dealing with this matter, Zheng Ren walked around the emergency observation room.
The patients' conditions were very light. Anyway, as far as the eye could see on the System panel, they were all light red. There were no patients who were too serious.
Zheng Ren wanted to go to the surgery consultation room to comfort the emergency surgeon. He would definitely be in a bad mood after encountering such a situation.
In front of the consultation room, a pale and listless patient caught Zheng Ren's attention.
The patient was a female patient in her thirties. Her head was leaning on a man's shoulder, her eyes slightly closed, her brows tightly furrowed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. The emergency physician stood in front of the patient, seemingly a little embarrassed and hesitant to speak.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren came to the physician's side and asked.
"Sometimes the patient complains of dizziness and headaches, but the symptoms are not serious … Sometimes she says her arm hurts, and sometimes her leg hurts." The physician was also very helpless.
According to the physician, the patient was a typical mental symptom, which was the legendary hysteria. Or it could be a mental illness such as anxiety or depression.
Otherwise, there would not be discomfort in different places.
However, Zheng Ren saw a strange diagnosis in the System panel — metal allergy.
Allergy?
That was strange.
Zheng Ren said, "Go do your work. I'll take care of this."
The physician was relieved. The room was full of people. If he did not deal with it, he was afraid that someone would be unhappy.
"Chief Zheng, then I'll have to trouble you." The physician simply treated Zheng Ren as a savior and ran in happily.
Mental illnesses such as hysteria and anxiety could not be confirmed with relevant data. They could only be guessed based on experience and could not be told to the patient or the patient's family.
If he were to say it directly … Zheng Ren had met a neurosurgeon who met a patient with hysteria and said that he had a headache.
Coincidentally, the neurosurgeon was in a bad temper or did not have time to be perfunctory. Instead, he directly told the patient that he should go to a mental hospital.
As a result, the doctor was complained by the patient the next day.
This kind of thing was one of the most troublesome things.
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