After a few minutes, the restless patient was a little quiet. Director Wang estimated that he was exhausted.

It's really frustrating. Several male stretchers in the emergency department are tired and panting, and director Jiang's clothes are wet.

Director Wang didn't plan to help. He didn't know how to treat him at all. He went there for nothing. Besides, after listening to Director Jiang's words, he didn't want to be close to him. Being struck by thunder is no joke. Director Wang really doesn't understand how director Jiang can safely retire.

When the police left the contact information of several colleagues of the patient, they told them to take notes at the branch tomorrow, and then left.

Director Wang looked at the confused old man and asked, "what's your name?"

"Ah?" The old man hasn't reacted yet. He didn't expect that he would have to deal with the police. Most people are afraid of the police like tigers. They are already afraid just by leaving a contact information.

"I'm the director of the general surgery department of the people's hospital. I just heard that you are colleagues of the patients?" Director Wang, seeing that he was stunned, first introduced himself and then asked.

This time the old man was much better. He put out his hand with a bitter face. "Hello, director, my last name is Zhou."

"Manager Zhou, do you know what's going on? He's been ill before?" Director Wang asked.

"No, it looks normal at ordinary times." Manager Zhou looked at the situation inside and knew that something must have happened. The bitter color on his face was getting heavier and heavier.

"Think about it, really nothing else?" Director Wang has many years of rich clinical experience, and it's easy to ask a medical history.

Although it has nothing to do with general surgery, he just listened to Professor Su and subconsciously wanted to ask more questions.

"Usually nothing, really nothing." Manager Zhou repeatedly explained, "what's the matter with him today?"

"According to the police, he always thought he was dreaming and wanted to wake up from the nightmare. He just pulled the police and almost rolled under the wheels." Director Wang briefly said what he knew, and then continued to ask, "it's really nothing at ordinary times?"

"No." Manager Zhou said, "are you too busy working overtime recently and under too much pressure?"

"It's not like working overtime. Think about it. Is there anything else wrong with him? Do you take medicine?"

"At his age, he is only 33..."

"More people in their 20s have cerebral infarction and heart infarction, and 33 is not small." Director Wang interrupted manager Zhou.

"I..." a girl whispered, "I see brother Qiao taking medicine and carrying people behind his back."

"What medicine did you take?"

"I don't know. I asked him. He said it was a vitamin. But I don't look like it. It looks like a white pill for curing diseases." The girl said timidly.

"Where's the medicine? Go back and find it." Director Wang then said.

"Ah!" The girl immediately obediently ran away.

Manager Zhou also wants to leave here. He is not well today. What's all this? How can one of his honest staff pull the police to death. The thought of it made his heart boil.

What a ghost.

He was a little envious of the female clerk. Now manager Zhou really wanted to leave the hospital. It's just hard to go. If the employee doesn't show up as the boss, I'm afraid others will be cold.

It's so hard, I'm so hard! The manager was wailing in his heart.

"Think again, what else." Director Wang asked.

"Er... Brother Qiao usually takes a nap and doesn't look good when he gets up. I asked once and said it was a nightmare." A male employee said, "today he said he was not feeling well and asked for a day off. Who wants to know why he is like this."

The words are a little messy, but director Wang knows the basic meaning.

He continued to ask some information. After all, he was a colleague, not a relative or girlfriend. He didn't know much about the patient's basic situation at ordinary times.

For more than ten minutes, director Wang only knew that the one who was ill inside was usually very practical and capable and worked hard without complaint. It seems that sleep is not very good. In recent months, because of busy work, my mood is not high.

What's more, I don't know what medicine I took. No matter how many, this group can't tell at the same time.

It's just a blank medical history. Director Wang is a little helpless. The hospital often receives some anonymous patients without any medical history, which is the most troublesome.

Now this one, a little better, but not much.

Soon, I received a call from the female staff, saying that there was no medicine in the office.

Director Wang sighed. It seems that he can only do the most basic examination first to see if there is intracranial hemorrhage and so on. If there's nothing wrong, go to a psychiatric hospital for symptomatic treatment.

As for the future, director Wang doesn't know how to deal with it.

He saw that the patient in the room was a little quiet again, with a heart rate of 130 beats / min and a high respiratory rate. He knew it was a toss.

When he walked in, he saw that the patient's hair was messy and his eyes looked at the ceiling with a strong sense of panic. His hands tightly grasp the bed block, his muscles are tight, and he will have a big attack again at any time.

The coat has been taken off half, which was made in the struggle.

He wears a suit and tie. In order to prevent the patient from suffocating, the tie was loosened and hung around his neck for the first time. The whole person is in a mess. It seems that there is no smell of white-collar workers working in CBD.

The patient's muscles were tight and his shirt was soaked with sweat. Director Wang vaguely saw something in the chest pocket of his shirt.

It may be the medicine hidden, or it may be this man... Director Wang didn't think much and came forward to take things out of his pocket.

It's a transparent plastic bag with seven or eight pills sealed inside.

"This may be the medicine he took. What do you think it is, director Jiang?" Director Wang handed the medicine to Director Jiang, who was too tired to support.

"Bupropion." Director Jiang is still very professional. He knows what medicine it is at a glance. However, he did not intend to continue to look, but gasped and stared at the patient.

Like running a horse and a half, will there be rhabdomyolysis in director Jiang's old arms and legs? Director Wang thought to himself.

"Director Jiang, the patient's past history..."

"Oh, I just saw his ID card. I called the hospital." Director Jiang said, "I'm transferring his medical records."

"..." director Wang thinks he must be stupid. If the patient has mental diseases, he must go to the mental hospital to see a doctor.

Bupropion is a kind of psychotropic controlled drug, which can't be bought in ordinary pharmacies.

Although director Jiang is stupid and bad, there is nothing wrong with doing this.