It's my fault. When do you need it on your side?]
[December 9th at the latest. Is time tight, Sister Lin?]
Zheng Ren brought the time forward by a day. He estimated that SF Express would arrive soon, but he had to leave some buffer time.
[Okay, I'll send the address to your department. Is it convenient?]
[Yes.]
[Then just wait to receive it. Let's not talk for now. I'll go prepare something.]
After putting down WeChat, Zheng Ren realized that he had not told Lin Jiaojiao how much it would cost to buy things.
He had forgotten. Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed.
However, when he thought about it, such a small tube of lipstick could not cost much. It was only a hundred yuan or so. It was not a big deal.
After arranging one thing, Zheng Ren relaxed.
No matter how much Su Yun and the others struggled, he was still very relieved with a gift in hand.
The warm winter sun shone on his body. There was no mournful north wind, making him feel relaxed.
Zheng Ren held the book in his hand, but he actually entered the System library to read the periodicals.
The day was very peaceful. Zheng Ren went to the emergency department to take a look in his spare time. The weather was cold, and there were fewer injuries and accidents. The emergency department was slightly quieter.
The day passed just like that.
It was quite good like this.
It would be great if it could be like this every day.
Zheng Ren asked Little Yiren out for dinner. Little Yiren said that she was preparing for Ji Fei 'er's engagement party and asked Zheng Ren if he wanted to come.
Su Yun and the others did not want Zheng Ren to go. After all, someone needed to be on duty at home. Moreover, Zheng Ren did not want to go either. He always felt that seeing Little Yiren busy around and being kept in the dark would make his mood a little strange.
Perhaps it was because Department Chief Kong's provocation had exhausted all the divine power of the night shift god. The night shift was also very quiet. There was not even an appendicitis patient.
The days passed peacefully. Zheng Ren finally found a lot of time to go into the System library and read the periodicals to his heart's content.
He realized that his memory had improved compared to before. It was hard to judge how much it had improved. After all, the System had not digitized his body, so he could only make a rough estimate.
The books that he had read were still vivid in his mind. There was no need for him to think about it in the moment of life and death.
On the 8th, the clouds were dense, and the north wind was getting stronger and stronger, causing the closed windows to rumble.
Everyone was busy. After three days of antibiotics for the patients with appendicitis and cholecystitis on the scary night shift, some patients had already requested to be discharged automatically.
Zheng Ren was still reading the periodicals.
Su Yun had not been seen for the past two days. It was said that he was busy. Zheng Ren felt very helpless about this. It seemed that he was also the one who was going to be sent off.
However, to Zheng Ren, these things were not as important as reading periodicals.
He occasionally thought about the system mission. If the research center was built, would he be able to complete the mission within a month?
When he thought of the huge amount of surgical training time and the System that rarely issued missions, he made a mental note to himself that if he had surgery training time, he must not waste it.
As for why the System had issued fewer and fewer missions, it was difficult for Zheng Ren to understand.
In the afternoon, his phone suddenly rang while he was reading in the System library.
He picked up his phone and saw that it was from the emergency department. His blood pressure immediately rose.
"Hey."
"Chief Zheng, there's a patient. Come down and take a look."
"What illness?" Zheng Ren calmed down when he heard that the voice on the other side was not very anxious. However, he was immediately puzzled. The physician who called him seemed … angry?
"I suspect domestic violence! The child's entire body is covered in injuries! "the physician said in a low voice.
"…" Zheng Ren frowned, hung up, and headed straight to the emergency department.
Domestic violence, beating and scolding children, this kind of thing became extremely rare as the situation of a family with only one child became the norm.
At least in all the years Zheng Ren had been a doctor, he had not encountered a single case.
As for people who were already adults, such as the middle-aged female patient with a few steel needles inserted into her skull, Zheng Ren had some impression of this kind of case from many years ago.
Domestic violence? Abuse? Zheng Ren kept thinking about it as he quickly walked all the way to the emergency department.
There were not many patients in the emergency department. It was now the emergency department's' depression 'period.
On the red hard plastic chair in the corridor sat a woman in her thirties. She was holding a child of seven or eight years old tightly in her arms.
The child waved his hands. His ten fingers were covered in wounds. Some were old wounds, and some were recent wounds that had not completely healed. There were even faint traces of blood.
The child's face was also covered in all kinds of wounds. They were densely packed like a spider web. His lips were bitten open, and a line of blood hung on his face. It was extremely sad.
Zheng Ren was stunned.
Looking at the child's appearance, it could really be judged as domestic violence.
However, the System did not think so. The background color given by the System panel was a kind of serious illness, bright red.
The diagnosis was — Lesch-Nyhan syndrome.
What the hell, how could it be this kind of illness! Zheng Ren's eyebrows unconsciously furrowed.
The emergency physician was not in the consultation room. Instead, she stood coldly not far away, her eyes full of hostility as she looked at the child's parents.
When she saw Zheng Ren appear, she immediately trotted to Zheng Ren's side and whispered, "Chief Zheng, let's call the police."
Zheng Ren shook his head and then sighed.
"Chief Zheng!" The physician was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's performance.
After a few months of running-in, the doctors in the emergency department had recognized Zheng Ren's skill level and were willing to call him Chief Zheng.
However, in the eyes of the emergency physician, the matter in front of them was a sign that Zheng Ren did not want to take responsibility and wanted to avoid it.
In the emergency department, it was common to encounter cases of couples fighting and neighbors quarreling.
Emergency doctors rarely went to the police because they were nosy.
It was the most common thing for a couple to quarrel at the head of the bed and reconcile at the end. Zheng Ren had also encountered a couple quarreling. The husband used a kitchen knife to cut a 20cm long wound on his wife's back, deep into the muscle layer.
The victim did not call the police and was persuaded by the husband. After three to five days of antibiotics, he was automatically discharged.
However, he was still an adult and had the ability to act on his own.
In front of him was a seven or eight-year-old child. The child was drooling and looked a little like he was suffering from dementia.
Because the child had dementia and low intelligence, the parents wanted to abuse the child to avoid being a burden. That was the judgment of the emergency physician, and she firmly believed it.
"Chief Zheng!" She was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's reaction and called him again in a low voice, her words containing infinite dissatisfaction and anger.
"It's not what you think." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "I'll go ask about the medical history. Go and give the child a serum uric acid test."
"Huh?" The emergency physician was stunned for a moment.
Serum uric acid was the basis for the diagnosis of rheumatism. The child in front of her had external injuries and had been severely abused. What did it have to do with rheumatism?
Could it be that Chief Zheng had been so busy these few days that he had become confused?
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