Chapter 1193

"Is the family really ready to give up?" Zheng Ren still doesn't believe it.

"The diagnosis is not clear, the condition is special, and director Zhang is not sure. The circulation department suggests observation and other examinations." Su Yun stood up, "because I'm not sure, so the family determined what dirty things they had committed and directly asked to give up."

"Alas." Zheng Ren sighed.

"That's what the patient's father said. His wife disagreed and refused to let him leave the hospital." Su Yun said, "the one crying outside is the patient's lover. It is said that they all started. If they leave the hospital and go home to die, his lover said they would set fire to the house and the family would die together."

"...." so strong? Zheng Ren was speechless.

"If you want to die, the whole family will die together. It's neat." Su Yun sneered: "this is the original words of the patient's lover."

Zheng Ren is speechless. He is very reluctant to contact this family contradiction. No matter what the doctor said, it's not deep or shallow. Most of the time, the family make up, and the doctors involved don't know when they were sold.

"Director Zhang has a headache. She will pick up Dr. mehar together this afternoon." Su Yun suddenly smiled.

"Connect?" Zheng Ren thought, what's the matter with her?

"Dr. mehar and his wife are leading figures in the Department of circulatory medicine. Director Zhang's teacher is a student of his wife, so we have to pick him up." Su yundao.

"It's a headache." Zheng Ren said expressionless, and then turned to go.

"Aren't you going to have a look?"

"I have no problem with treatment or surgery. But there are obvious differences at home. What do you want me to do?" Zheng Rendao.

Zheng Ren is right. Su Yun can't help it. Plus the attending physician who is not his own patient, standing at the head of the bed and pointing fingers? That's bullshit.

In short, no matter who it is, there is no good way.

Zheng Rengang just took a look. He didn't see the patient's systematic diagnosis. His family didn't agree with the treatment. Why bother.

"Let's go. Go back and prepare the data of tips surgery. Have you finished sorting it out?" Zheng Ren asked.

"When you remember, the cucumber and vegetables are cold." Su Yun despised, "I sent you an email. If you have time, you can have a look and talk to Dr. mehar."

"There's nothing to say. It's troublesome. You think I'll do what Dr. Charles can't do?" Zheng Ren said lightly.

About the Nobel Prize, it is not awarded to the clinical operation. This is the "rule" and the hidden rule. Zheng Renke didn't want to solve it on his own.

It really doesn't matter whether you can win the Nobel prize or not.

Even if it can be taken, it will take more than ten years or decades. At that time, there will be troubles and joy. Who knows what the situation is?

As they talked, they walked slowly in the corridor outside the ICU ward. With the sound of footsteps behind him, director Zhang of the circulation department strode over with his doctors. He was valiant and walked with the wind.

Circulation department is like this, Zheng Ren knows.

If we say emergency first aid, the circulatory department can be ranked as the leader of the whole hospital together with the emergency department. It's even more urgent than the emergency department. It's impossible to walk without wind. This is a habit formed over the years and can't be changed.

Zheng Ren deliberately slowed down. He didn't want to say hello to Director Zhang. For example, director Luo of the Department of Gastroenterology, the Department where he had to worship the wharf, pinched his nose and went. However, the current business of circulatory medicine does not overlap. Zheng Ren doesn't want to talk to people.

It's boring to say hello falsely.

Su Yun could feel what Zheng Ren was thinking and despised the goods. In this way, 912 related departments were opened in a month, which is really a bad luck.

Director Zhang changed his clothes and walked out of the ICU door. As soon as I opened the door, the faint voice outside was clear and true.

The woman held a boy and pointed to an old man with gray hair of about 60 years old opposite. She was scolding angrily.

Zheng Ren has a headache. Fortunately, he is not his own patient. Seize the time to go back to read books and materials. Dr. mehar will come in the afternoon. Although I am not interested in the Nobel Prize, there are some things to say.

There must always be an ideal. What if it comes true?

Su Yun was very good at letter. He looked out while changing his clothes.

Director Zhang went to persuade the quarrel, but it had no effect. The more he advised, the more chaotic he became.

Later, the patient's lover cried too much and sat on the ground with the child in his arms, looking pathetic. Zheng Ren saw a lot of people and didn't think much. He went through the crowd and had to go back to the intervention department.

"Child, I don't want to save. Xiaozhi is your husband and my son. Flesh and blood connect heart." As like as two peas brother cried, "the master said," this is fate. His brother went the way the year before. Now he has the same situation. What do you think I can do? "

"I don't care! Even if we lose all our money, our mother and I have to treat when we go begging!" The woman roared hysterically. It seemed that she was in a state of madness.

"Boss, do you think it's like Zou Jiahua?" Su Yun suddenly asked.

Family history, ventricular fibrillation and cardiac arrest are very similar, but not as serious as Zou Jiahua. Zou Jiahua's illness, if it weren't for the money, several emergency doctors would monitor it 24 hours a day. I'm afraid there would be no one.

Or money is a good thing. Many times it can really buy life. Zheng Ren shook his head. He just wanted to say something. Suddenly there was a loud noise behind him. Looking back, the woman opened the window with the child and stood up.

"I'm dying here today with my children!" The woman has gone crazy. Her eyes are round and rolling, the corners of her eyes are cracked, and a trace of blood flows down.

Zheng Ren's heart tightened, his blood pressure soared, and his heart rate was 120 beats / min.

His mind moved and his steps moved to the side. At this time, he saw that Su Yun was also a general action, hiding in the crowd, consistent with his moving direction.

Zheng Ren moved in another direction.

At the same time, Su Yun is also a common action.

Can you stop being so synchronous? Zheng Ren wants to cry without tears. The woman stood on the windowsill, holding the child in her hands, without holding the window frame at all. The wind outside whimpered and staggered. I would fall at any time.

The child is not big, only two or three years old. He looks around with ignorant eyes and doesn't know what happened.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other. Their eyes crossed, one left and the other right. This time they found the right direction.

"Come down, don't be impulsive!" Director Zhang Lin shouted anxiously.

It's so messy that no one can hear clearly.

The woman's face was firm. She held the child in one hand and pointed to the old man with one finger. Her voice was sharp and her hair was blown away by the wind, just like a fierce Ghost: "I'm dead. I'll go to you every day and see how your master saved you!"

With that, he moved and was about to jump.