After nearly 20 minutes, the emergency physician found the test results on the computer, printed them out, and handed them to Zheng Ren.
Blood uric acid: 1016μmol/L
The normal reference value for children was lower, around 180-300μmol/L. The normal value might vary according to different testing machines, but a value above 1000μmol/L undoubtedly proved that the child's uric acid was too high.
Looking at the expectant eyes of the patient's family, Zheng Ren had no choice but to call them to the treatment room and tell them the cruel truth.
Ten minutes later, the patient's parents left dejectedly with the child in their arms.
Zheng Ren said with certainty, but in the end, he still left a sentence.
This was only a preliminary diagnosis. If it was confirmed, they would need to go to Imperial Capital for a genetic test. It was not recommended because the cost was too high.
To a certain extent, doctors had a strong authority in the hearts of patients and their families.
Perhaps if he said this, his family would retain a glimmer of hope?
Zheng Ren was not sure.
Although this glimmer of hope was meaningless, he would feel bad if he did not say something.
After calming himself down, Zheng Ren walked out of the treatment room.
A middle-aged man who looked familiar and unfamiliar stopped Zheng Ren.
He looked familiar and unfamiliar. These two opposite emotions appeared in other people's faces, which was a sign of dissociation.
However, it appeared in Zheng Ren, a late-stage face blindness patient, naturally.
"Doctor Zheng!" The middle-aged man smiled and greeted him enthusiastically.
"You are?" Zheng Ren asked, puzzled.
"My surname is Qin." The man was a little embarrassed, but he hid it well and said with a smile, "A while ago, Dr. Zheng, do you remember Amigo House, No. 14 Weier Road?"
Uh … The golden retriever named Harry had eaten a sock and was going for surgery.
Zheng Ren suddenly remembered, along with the beautiful owner of Amigo House … What was her name again?
He had forgotten.
"Hello, Mr. Qin." Countless thoughts ran through Zheng Ren's mind, but he did not forget to greet the man.
What was he doing here? Was Harry here because of postoperative complications? However, judging from Mr. Qin's expression, it did not seem like it.
"My daughter kept saying that she wanted to bring Harry here to thank you," Mr. Qin said. Mr. Qin said, "But Harry is old, and his recovery is slower … Uh, your surgery was very good. There was no problem. It's just that Harry is old."
Oh, was that so. The smile on Zheng Ren's face became more natural.
"Well, Harry has been able to take a walk recently, run a few steps, and eat well. I wanted to visit you on New Year's Day, but my daughter kept nagging me. Since I had time today, I decided to visit you. "
"As long as you recover well."
"Doctor Zheng, do you have time?" Mr. Qin asked.
"What?"
"This is a hospital. It's not convenient to bring Harry in. Many people didn't like dogs. It would be bad if they scared children. My daughter and Harry are in the car. If you have time … "
Zheng Ren understood the part that was left blank.
Since the little girl was already here, it was only right for him to go out and take a look.
This should be considered an alternative form of communication between doctors and patients after surgery. Although Harry was just a dog, an old one with lost golden fur. But in the eyes of Mr. Qin and his daughter, Harry was family.
Following Mr. Qin, the two of them walked out of the emergency building.
The room was as warm as spring, and the biting cold wind was howling outside. Zheng Ren, on the other hand, did not feel cold at all. His physical fitness had improved significantly recently, which was obvious.
As soon as they walked out of the emergency building, the back door of a car parked in front of the door opened and a yellow-white golden retriever jumped out.
The dog was very old and its fur was no longer pure, a mixture of yellow and white.
It pounced on Zheng Ren, its tail shaking so hard that Zheng Ren was worried that it would break if it continued.
Harry panted and stuck out its tongue, rubbing its head against Zheng Ren's trousers.
Worried that Zheng Ren did not like dogs, Mr. Qin quickly pulled Harry away.
Zheng Ren waved his hand and stroked the dog's head.
A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl jumped out of the car and stood beside Mr. Qin.
"This is Doctor Zheng, the one you've always wanted to see. He was the one who performed the surgery on Harry," Mr. Qin said.
The little girl cheerfully walked behind Harry and bowed deeply to Zheng Ren politely. "Doctor Zheng, thank you for operating on Harry."
Uh … This way of expressing gratitude … Zheng Ren had encountered it before, but it was just a surgery on a dog. Was there a need to express her gratitude in such a way?
Perhaps.
He was at a loss.
"Thanks to you, my dad didn't tell me about Harry's illness. He only told me after the surgery was successful. That's terrible, "the girl said coquettishly.
Mr. Qin smiled. "Thank you, Doctor Zheng."
"It's okay," Zheng Ren quickly said.
With Harry's head in his hand, Zheng Ren felt that the old dog, whose fur was no longer pure, seemed to know that Zheng Ren was its savior and was especially kind to him.
Of course, it was also possible that the dog was friendly with everyone it saw.
It was cold outside. After chatting for a while, Mr. Qin wanted to leave.
The little girl refused and insisted on taking a photo with Zheng Ren as a souvenir.
Zheng Ren smiled and agreed.
Mr. Qin took out his phone and Zheng Ren squatted beside Harry. The little girl stood on the other side of Harry, smiling innocently.
After taking the photo, Mr. Qin drove the child and Harry into the car and quickly returned to the lobby of the emergency building with Zheng Ren. He left Zheng Ren's WeChat contact and said that he would send him a better photo later. After expressing his gratitude again, he turned around and left.
Through the transparent door, Zheng Ren saw the little girl and Harry greeting him through the car window.
The smile on the little girl's pink face was sincere. Harry's tongue licked the breath left by Zheng Ren on the car window, as if trying to remember Zheng Ren's face.
Zheng Ren waved and watched them leave before turning around and heading to the emergency ward.
Zheng Ren walked very slowly. The scarred face of the young patient with Lesch-Nyhan syndrome and the innocent face of the little girl gradually mixed together and finally turned into nothingness.
Zheng Ren's emotions had calmed down by the time he reached the emergency ward.
He sat silently at his desk and turned off the computer monitor. Then, he picked up the General Surgery textbook and continued reading.
It was true that the Skill Points would increase faster when he read books in the System library than when he read General Surgery, but the Skill Points would not be directly added to the General Surgery skill tree.
Zheng Ren still remembered the pinnacle of the pancreaticoduodenectomy on the day the System descended.
Although it was unattainable, Zheng Ren still hoped that one day, he could stand in front of the operating table with his peak general surgery skills.
After reading for a while, Zheng Ren's phone rang again.
He picked it up and saw that it was Chief Xia from the gastroenterology department.
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