The gold chain was as thick as a finger, dazzling in the dark.
"Dr. … Dr. Zheng, I'm sorry." The tower-like man had lost his ferocity and waited for a long time with a pitiful expression.
Zheng Ren did not even look at him and asked Little Six, "Brother Six, is this your car?"
An Audi Q7 was parked at the entrance. Zheng Ren recognized this model, unlike Bu Li's car, which was so high-end and classy that it was beyond the knowledge of ordinary people like Zheng Ren.
"You're too polite. Just call me Little Six." Little Six grinned and pointed at the black tower. "Dr. Zheng, what are you going to do with him?"
"Do what?" Zheng Ren was curious.
Zheng Ren had never come into contact with this kind of social emphasis, nor did he intend to.
"Third Master arranged for me to protect you. When the police arrived in the afternoon, we relaxed for a while. I didn't expect him to take advantage of us! " The more Little Six spoke, the angrier he became. The scar on his face seemed to come alive, exuding a murderous aura.
The arrogant black tower turned into a Peppa Pig in front of Little Six. He lowered his head, not daring to defend himself.
"Oh," Zheng Ren said. "Have you eaten?"
"Not yet." Little Six was startled. Seeing that Zheng Ren did not want to talk about the black tower, he walked a few steps forward and opened the passenger door.
"You're too kind." Zheng Ren smiled.
When Zheng Ren got into the car, Little Six walked up to the black tower and kicked him without saying a word. The black tower fell to the ground as if it had been broken in half.
"You're lucky Dr. Zheng won't argue with you." Little Six stepped on the black tower's head and twisted it. The sound of the skin on his face rubbing against the ground reminded Zheng Ren of a bruise. "Tomorrow, hand over your company's demolition contract. Also, don't stay in Sea City anymore."
Then, he turned around and left.
Clean and crisp.
Little Six got into the car, started the engine, and left the elegant courtyard in the vast night.
"Dr. Zheng, I'm a rough guy. Don't be too offended by some things." Little Six grinned. "These people are all indecipherable. Look, it's already like this outside, yet they're still so competitive. I guess they'll jump too? In a few years. "
At the entrance of the alley, there was a red slogan that read: Fight the Black Tower!
Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.
"Doctor Zheng, where do you live?" Little Six asked.
Zheng Ren gave him an address, thought for a moment, and said, "There's a skewer shop at the intersection. If you haven't eaten yet, why don't we have a bite together?"
Little Six was a little surprised. "Didn't you just eat?"
"Green snails, foie gras, fish eggs, and half-cooked meat. I'm not full yet," Zheng Ren said honestly.
"Hahaha …" Little Six laughed. "Doctor Zheng, you're a straightforward person. I'm not used to Western food either. I think roadside stalls are better than French cuisine."
His words narrowed the distance between the two of them.
Zheng Ren and Little Six ate dozens of skewers at a roadside stall before they felt full. After exchanging phone numbers and WeChat messages with Little Six, he went home to rest.
When he got home, Little Zhao was nowhere to be seen. He washed up, brushed his teeth, took off his clothes, and fell asleep on the bed.
Because he knew that everything would be fine, he slept soundly.
It was already past six o 'clock in the morning when Zheng Ren opened his eyes.
He felt energized after a cold shower.
He had breakfast at the breakfast shop downstairs and took the bus to the hospital.
As soon as he entered the emergency building, he could hear a commotion in the lobby. There were too many patients admitted yesterday, including their families. Hundreds of people were squeezed into the emergency department, which had a total area of less than a thousand square meters. It would have been strange if it had not been noisy.
However, hearing these noises made Zheng Ren feel very calm.
Only when they were alive had the right to make noise and complain about the poor conditions.
Patients and their families greeted Zheng Ren as he walked into the emergency department corridor. Zheng Ren was relieved to see that the patients, who were like Avatar yesterday, were no longer blue deposits today.
With a smile on his face, he greeted the patients along the way and went to the on-call room to change his clothes.
The emergency department operated in an orderly manner. After accompanying Old Chief Physician Pan on a ward round in the morning, Old Chief Physician Pan went to the hospital to exercise the emergency center's staff and equipment.
After the patients' conditions were treated and they recovered on the surface, there was a continuous flow of patients seeking Zheng Ren's discharge.
Zheng Ren explained patiently every time. Acute poisoning like this would greatly damage the liver function. During the treatment process with methylene blue, there might be leakage from the liver, which would stimulate the gastrointestinal tract, bile duct, pancreas, and other organs of the digestive tract.
The final conclusion was that they would need to be hospitalized or stay in the emergency department for a week until their conditions stabilized and there were no complications before being discharged.
At this time, the patients who were no longer in danger had changed from treatment to treatment under good conditions.
This inadvertent psychological request brought Zheng Ren a lot of trouble.
Calls were made to Zheng Ren, Old Chief Physician Pan, and even the department chiefs and hospital directors to inquire about the patients' conditions and request a change of ward.
It was very difficult to find a private high-class ward in such a large-scale food poisoning incident.
Therefore, the patients who could not bear the noise in the emergency department corridor persisted for two days. After confirming that there were no problems, they began to take the hard way — voluntary discharge.
No matter how Zheng Ren persuaded them, the patients and their families had a thousand reasons.
Zheng Ren was also helpless. The hospital's conditions were limited. Some elderly people … Almost all of them could not rest well. Even patients with poor heart conditions had developed symptoms such as arrhythmia.
Zheng Ren opened the template and created a doctor-patient communication. Discharge was possible, but a signature had to be signed. If the patient's family strongly requested to be discharged, it would be considered voluntary discharge. The doctor had already explained the possible complications and the patient would be responsible for any consequences, etc.
This voluntary discharge communication and signature made some patients and family members give up on the idea of leaving the hospital. It was only a week anyway. Why could they not bear it?
However, more people rejected Zheng Ren's persuasion and signed the discharge papers.
As the discharged patients left, the corridor gradually emptied.
There were no more serious patients for a day. Zheng Ren sutured two minor wounds without even using Xie Yiren.
It seemed to be a good thing to have some leisure time. Zheng Ren sat in the office and stared at the gradually turning yellow leaves outside in a daze.
If he was as busy as the day before yesterday, it would shorten his lifespan.
The patients with nitrite poisoning were all out of danger due to timely diagnosis and treatment. There were no major deaths, which was considered a blessing in disguise.
Zheng Ren heard the nurses gossiping that the chef of the city's largest braised meat chain had mistakenly mistaken nitrite for table salt, which was the cause of the incident.
As for the reason why the braised meat chain had nitrite, Zheng Ren thought it was because nitrite was a kind of preservative for meat products. It could make stale meat look fresher.
As for the boss's arrest and the severity of his sentence, Zheng Ren did not care anymore.
Considering that he was going to perform emergency hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery, he only performed the "ancient" open cholecystectomy due to the lack of surgical training time.
He was more familiar with open cholecystectomy but had not practiced laparoscopy.
Zheng Ren had his own plans for this. Uh, to avoid accidents, he had to first understand the local anatomical structure before performing surgery. Cadavers were far from enough for his studies in school.
Now that he was familiar with the local anatomical structure of the gallbladder region, he just had to wait for the opportunity to purchase intensive surgical training time to learn laparoscopy.
More than 20 days of surgical training time was not enough.
Nowadays, hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery basically did not use open surgery anymore. Laparoscopy was the only option. Some people even tried to use laparoscopy for simple pancreatic and gallbladder cancers.
Zheng Ren did not approve of this. Removal of tumor tissue was a big problem. Once the surrounding tissues were contaminated, the patient would face the risk of metastasis.
Regardless, emergency treatment of tumor patients was still rare. He had to think about how to perform emergency cholecystectomy well.
Looking at the 930 skill points and 75000 experience points he had saved, Zheng Ren had an urge to add them to the skill tree for hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery.
If the System did not threaten him, Zheng Ren would have added all his skill points to the skill tree.
However, the danger of being wiped out was like a Sword of Damocles hanging over Zheng Ren's head. He had to be ready at all times to face some kind of unpredictable risk.
When he was free, Zheng Ren took out the hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery books and reviewed them again and again to understand the anatomical structure and surgical procedures of hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery.
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