"Dr. Zheng, you are kind, I know." The man followed Zheng Ren and returned to normal, he said softly.

"Well, well?" Zheng Ren said twice. What the man said just now seems to have other meanings.

"Don't comfort me. It's troublesome if you fake the test sheet." The man said, "once upon a time, a friend of mine and I made a fake list for his old man and went to several copy agencies. The seal was the most difficult to get. Later, someone carved a seal to fool him."

Zheng Ren smiled.

Usually, in order not to let the elderly with late cancer doubt and know that they have an incurable disease, the patient's family members often do this kind of thing.

"You're not late for cancer. I have nothing to do with you. I just provide an idea. If it's true, it won't make your husband and wife uncomfortable. If I guess wrong, delay a little time and don't be so angry. Calm down and think about it, and it won't kill anyone."

Zheng Ren gently explained that it was completely different from the previous person who angrily scolded the people who ate melons.

Over time, men have completely calmed down. He smiled bitterly and said, "Dr. Zheng, you said that Eason Chan was false."

"It's true. You can check it online." Zheng Ren said, "how can I live if I'm not calm like you."

The man was skeptical and searched the Internet for what Zheng Rengang just said.

He almost hit the wall because he was so focused. Fortunately, Zheng Ren has been paying attention to him and pulled him away several times. Later, Zheng Ren simply asked him to sit down and see clearly first.

This man is also kind-hearted. Zheng Ren glimpsed that after he checked Eason Chan's data, he began to check the relevant information of Mumbai's blood group.

"Dr. Zheng, there are only more than 30 people in the country. This is more difficult than the sports lottery award." The man asked while looking at the information.

"More than 30 people, it has been verified. Many people don't need blood transfusion all their life, and some people react after blood transfusion. Clinically, they are treated as allergic reactions." Zheng Rendao, "in some ethnic minority areas, the probability of Mumbai blood group is about five thousandths."

“……”

After searching for information on his mobile phone for a period of time, the man completely calmed down. He thought about it again and again, and gradually became stunned.

As for what he was thinking, Zheng Ren was too lazy to guess.

"Don't think about it, man." Zheng Ren said, "just check and see what's going on. There's no way to sit here and break your head."

"Thank you, Dr. Zheng." The man said, "I don't want to check."

"Hmm? No more?" Zheng Ren was not surprised, but asked faintly.

"It's meaningless not to check." The man said, "in the morning, when Dr. yuan gave us a preoperative account, I saw the blood type test sheet and couldn't help it. Now think about it, I have to wait until the child finishes the operation."

"What's wrong with the child?"

"Hernia, not heavy." The man said, "I'll calm down. Thank you, Dr. Zheng."

Zheng Ren glanced at the man and smiled.

Without perseverance, he had to hold him for inspection. Zheng Renmu sent him out of the hall and disappeared into the vast crowd.

"Boss Zheng, what's the matter with him? Didn't he say he was going to have an examination?" A security guard who followed asked vaguely.

"Who knows." Zheng Ren replied indifferently.

"Definitely not his own child..."

"Don't say that. What I just said is true." Zheng Ren stopped the security guard and said slowly.

"Then he..."

"Maybe he's worried about finding out that it's really not his own child and emotional collapse; maybe he's worried about losing face; or he may go to other hospitals to do his own sneaky examination. There are many possibilities. I think he will still check." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Just now they played so badly, even if it's found out what can be used." Security road.

"That's not what I said. Such a blood type is very rare and other people's blood can't be used. In the future, he will donate blood every year and keep it for himself. He can lose his own blood if necessary." Zheng Ren smiled.

This is one of the meanings. As for how the couple will live in the future, they don't worry about it.

"I think it's different whether the couple's blood type is right or not." The security guard said with a smile: "two years ago, something happened in our obstetrics department. The child was born and checked that the umbilical cord blood was type B. both the couple were type O blood. The patient's family members were directly angry."

"Oh? And then?" Although Zheng Ren already knew the answer, he still asked.

"At that time, things were very noisy. The family was reluctant to let go. They said they had the wrong child."

"The family was about to start, and then director Lin came forward to solve it. He was not excited. First, he rechecked the couple's blood type. As a result, the father was confused. It was originally type B blood, but he had to say he was type O."

Zheng Ren smiled, which is one of the possibilities, so he took the man to the emergency department for examination.

Moreover, the possibility of this kind of thing is far beyond the probability of Mumbai blood type. At least half of people know a little about their blood type. It seems that they can't use it at ordinary times except for the mysterious thing of blood type constellation.

"Boss Zheng, guess what happened later." The security guard smiled and talked with Zheng Ren first. Originally, he had some respect and awe for Zheng Ren, but seeing that Zheng Ren was very gentle, his mood gradually relaxed.

"Later?" Zheng Ren was stunned and then said, "does that father feel embarrassed?"

"Well, instead of apologizing, it got worse and worse." The security guard said, "it's a matter of face for you to talk about this man. What can you do if you're wrong."

"Many people are like that. They stand too high and can't wipe their faces in the end." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "it's all right. Just get used to it."

"Boss Zheng, I heard them say you kicked him just now?" The security guard said, thumbing up, "we dare not."

"It's okay to hit people like crazy. It doesn't hurt to kick his feet. The key is that I don't wear white clothes, and he doesn't dare to fight back." Zheng Ren smiled.

"On the other side of Chengdu a few days ago, a doctor was locked in the ward by the patient's family for two hours. After saving the person, the family started at home. It was said that a security brother had broken his nose bone."

Then the security guard sighed, "tell me, what's the matter?"

Zheng Ren knows about it, but he has nothing to say. What the patient's family members ask is that people can be discharged well and treated. There will always be a day when there is nothing to do.

It's like a small stone.

If one of the 1000 patients' families is extreme, the hospital will have to be tossed.

There is a deviation between the expectation and the actual treatment, which leads many doctors to reduce their psychological expectation at the beginning when communicating with the patient's family members.

It's not a joke that the doctor wants to meet.