Chapter 1147

It must be because of boss Zheng that the provincial hospital will use Changfeng's consumables. And the emperor's liver and gall must be the same reason.

The next day when she came to Changfeng, Liu Xiaojie "quickly" found the reason for the matter. But she can't completely believe that these things are beyond her understanding of the world.

A few hours, the white horse crossed the gap.

Zheng Ren contacted Su Yun in the car, but Su Yun's goods were eating and drinking with Zhao Yunlong and others. It was just a simple perfunctory two sentences for Zheng Ren.

It seems that he is not here and doesn't have to work hard. Everyone's life is very good, Zheng Ren thought.

Originally, I wanted to go back to Palme d'Or directly, but I was worried about director Miao. Zheng Ren spoke softly and asked Xie Yi, and went directly to 912

Feng Xuhui drove with Professor Liu to find a hotel and didn't follow him.

When he came to the ICU, Zheng Renjing quietly walked in and saw Mr. Yu dozing off in the chair beside the bed. The number displayed by the monitor tells director Zheng renmiao that the state is still stable.

The red color in the system panel is also slightly lighter, which seems to be getting better. There were no worst-case complications, such as intracerebral hemorrhage and DIC.

Okay, okay.

Zheng Ren took a look at director Miao, inserted an endotracheal tube, connected countless instruments and lines, and carefully took care of the fragile life with mechanical power, so that the faint flame of life would not be extinguished.

Director Miao is a little thin. I don't know whether it's his subjective feeling or because he didn't eat for 2-3 days, which is only caused by intravenous high nutrition.

But this is not a matter. Zheng Ren gently touched director Miao's pale face, turned and walked to the doctor's computer and began to look for director Miao's recent test sheet.

Two days, hundreds of tests, Zheng Ren from the beginning.

For nearly half an hour, Zheng Rencai read the test sheet from the beginning. The overall state can be said to recover quickly, which may be related to the timely operation; It may also be related to the rescue of 912 hospital at all costs.

In these two days, there were eight consultations in the whole hospital alone, and almost all members of the health care team participated... Except Zheng Ren, of course, Su Yun didn't seem to participate.

Many experts from outside the hospital also came, and the treatment results were satisfactory, which almost represented the highest level of medical science and technology in China.

Zheng Ren silently shut down the workstation and felt more secure.

If there were no special circumstances, director Miao should be alive, which Zheng Ren was sure.

The rest is time to smooth out the physical and mental wounds. In this world, there is no better medicine than time.

Without communication and talking, Zheng Ren walked out of the ICU in silence.

That's it. At least for now, the situation is satisfactory. Zheng Ren took a deep breath and felt that he still had some negative energy in his body. Wait until it dissipates, and then get on the bus.

Zheng Ren doesn't want to pass on these negative energy to Xiaoyi.

In his opinion, as long as he sits on the Volvo with convex front and tilted back, he will go home. Don't take all negative emotions such as fatigue into the car.

I lost my temper for the first time because of director Miao. But Zheng Ren is sober now. He left a message for Xiaoyi and walked in the hospital.

Although he went back to Haicheng and had many operations without a serious rest, Zheng Ren now feels energetic.

He was really a laborious life. Thinking about it, Zheng Ren smiled.

Unconsciously, I came to the clinic. In the hall on the first floor, there were many people who came to register.

There are more people who can't afford the cattle. This is a way for them to get a new life. Many people come with bedding. Zheng Ren knows that they may not be patients. It may be that scalpers are only responsible for registration. (Note 1)

Looking at these registered people, Zheng Ren thought of Wu Hui. Maybe it will delay diagnosis and treatment in community hospitals, but high-level doctors can't save everyone. But who can say right and wrong well?

Watching, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed that the system panel suddenly became bright red.

Someone is seriously ill!

Zheng Ren walked towards the bright red background color. When he approached, he saw a set of ragged mattresses on the marble floor of the clinic, on which lay a woman of about 40 years old. Her face turned red. It should be caused by fever.

Her hair is disheveled. At first glance, she knows that she hasn't washed it for a long time. It's oily and dirty. The man's hand gently brushed her cheek. Although he seemed rude to himself, he was full of love for women.

The diagnosis of the pig's hoof in this system is very chaotic, at least in Zheng Ren's view - after appendectomy, chronic infectious peritonitis, peritoneal effusion and multiple organ malformations.

Many diagnoses, nothing too special.

As for multiple organ malformations, people have heard most of them. That is, the organs on the left are on the right, and the organs on the right are on the left.

Zheng Ren has also heard that there is a heart in the abdominal cavity.

They are in their 40s. Even if there are organ malformations, it's nothing. If it's serious, people would have died long ago. It's absolutely impossible to live to such a big age.

But what's the problem? Look at the color of the system panel. If this person waits to hang up the number, it is estimated that it will be even heavier. He doesn't even have the chance of surgery.

"Where are you from? Are you waiting in line for registration here?" Zheng Ren walked over, squatted down and asked.

A bearded man looked arrogant, stared at Zheng Ren and said, "I don't have money to buy expensive registered tickets. Get out!"

Zheng Ren smiled and didn't care. This man must have regarded himself as a serial dealer, so he was so arrogant.

But it's also very difficult. I wear civilian clothes. What should I say? If you say you are a doctor of 912, will others come to see you?

In doing so, Zheng Ren was a little uncomfortable for himself. Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.

"I'm not a number dealer. I'm a fortune teller." Zheng Ren said nonsense.

His beard looked puzzled and looked at Zheng Ren.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Zheng Ren also wanted to talk nonsense. Someone nearby scolded: "there are many masters here. Which school are you? Tell me."

At first glance, this man is a scalper who stays up late and queues up. He laughs and kills time with himself. Zheng Ren didn't care either. He moved closer to his beard and whispered, "the patient didn't get better after appendicitis surgery, or continued to have a fever. The treatment in your local hospital didn't work. That's why he came to the imperial capital."

His beard and eyes stared at Zheng Ren in amazement. Then his eyes flashed a little light, just like seeing hope.

"Master..."

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Note 1: This is the situation many years ago. I haven't been to the imperial capital and large class III hospitals for a long time. It is said that the situation is slightly better now? But this paragraph is set out in the outline. That's how it is described. Everyone forgive me.