Chapter 592： Light disc dog head

After waiting for nearly 20 minutes, the emergency physician found a test sheet on the computer, printed it out and gave it to Zheng Ren.

Blood uric acid: 1016 μmol/L.

The normal reference value for children is low, about 180-300 μmol/L. The normal value may vary depending on the test machine, but a value above 1000 μmol/L undoubtedly proves that the child has too high uric acid.

Looking at the eyes of the children's family, Zheng Ren can only call them to the disposal room and tell them the cruel truth.

Ten minutes later, the parents of the child left the child with a loss.

Zheng Ren said very positively, but in the end, the ghost made a difference.

This is only a preliminary diagnosis. If you are diagnosed, you need to go to the emperor to do genetic tests. Because the cost is too expensive, it is not recommended.

In the minds of patients and patients, doctors are, to a certain extent, highly authoritative.

Perhaps by saying this, will the family retain a glimmer of hope?

Zheng Ren is not sure.

Although this hope did not make any sense, he did not say anything, and he felt uncomfortable.

Stable and steady, Zheng Ren then stepped out of the disposal room.

A middle-aged man who looks familiar and strange is stopping Zheng Ren.

Seemingly familiar and unfamiliar, these two opposite emotions appear on others and are a manifestation of division.

But it appears to me that Zheng Ren is such a late-faced patient, but it is no longer natural.

"Doctor Zheng!" The middle-aged man smiled and said hello. He was very enthusiastic.

"You are?" Zheng Ren asked in confusion.

"The monk surnamed Qin." The man had some small flaws, but the cover was very good. He smiled and said: "After a while, Weier Road No. 14, Mi Dog House, Dr. Zheng, do you remember?"

Uh... that is the golden hair called Harry, who ate socks and had surgery.

Zheng Ren suddenly thought about it, and together with the beauty boss of the Mi Dog House... What is it called?

forgotten.

"Mr. Qin, hello." There are countless thoughts in Zheng Ren’s mind, but I have not forgotten to say hello to each other.

What is he doing? Is Harry having postoperative complications, looking for himself? But look at the expression of Mr. Qin, it should not be like.

"My daughter always said that I would like to thank you with Harry." Mr. Qin said: "But Harry is old and recovering slowly... Hey, your surgery is very good, no problem, It’s just that Harry is old.”

Oh, that's it. The smile on Zheng Ren’s face is more natural.

"It's not that Harry has been able to bend the corner recently. He can still run a few steps and eat very well. I originally thought about New Year's Day to see Dr. Zheng, but I can't stand my daughter. I just have time today. Look at you."

"It's good to recover."

"Dr. Zheng, do you have time?" Mr. Qin asked.

"How?"

"This is a hospital. It is always inconvenient to come in with Harry. Many people don't like dogs. It's not good to scare children. My daughter and Harry are in the car. If you have time..."

The blank part, Zheng Ren understands.

The little girl has come, and it’s okay to go out and take a look.

This should be considered as communication between alternative doctors and postoperative patients. Although Harry was just a dog, the old golden hair was lost. But in the eyes of Mr. Qin and his daughter, Harry is a family member.

Following Mr. Qin, the two walked out of the emergency building.

The house was warm as spring, and the cold wind whistling outside. Zheng Ren does not feel how cold it is. The physical fitness has improved significantly recently. This is obvious.

Just out of the emergency building, the back door of a car parked in front of the door opened, a yellow-white golden hair jumped from the car.

The dog is very old, the coat color is already impure, and the yellow and white are doped together.

It directly rushed to Zheng Ren, and Zheng Ren, who was shaking his tail, was worried that he would be cut off again.

Harry gasped, stretched his tongue, and licked Zheng Ren's trousers with his head.

Mr. Qin worried that Zheng Ren did not like dogs and quickly pulled Harry away.

Zheng Ren waved his hand and stroked the dog's head with his hand.

A 12-year-old girl then jumped out of the car and stood next to Mr. Qin.

"This is Dr. Zheng, who you have always wanted to see, the surgery he did for Harry." Mr. Qin said.

The little girl then came to Harry happily behind him. The courtesy of Zheng Ren was deeply polite. "Doctor Zheng, thank you for doing surgery for Harry."

Uh... the way of thanking... Zheng Ren has encountered it, but just doing surgery on the dog. As for expressing his inner gratitude?

maybe.

He is helpless.

"Thanks to you, my dad didn't tell me what Harry was sick. The surgery succeeded to tell me, it could be broken." The girl was sly.

Mr. Qin smiled. "Doctor Zheng, thank you."

"Nothing." Zheng Ren said quickly.

With Harry's dog's head in his hand, Zheng Ren felt that this old dog with an imperfect coat color seemed to know that he was its savior, so he was very kind to himself.

Of course, it is also possible that this dog is familiar and sees who is generally kind.

It was very cold outside. After a few words, Mr. Qin was going to leave.

The little girl does not rely on I have to take photos with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled and agreed.

Mr. Qin took out his mobile phone, and Zheng Ren was half-baked by Harry. The little girl stood on the other side of Harry and laughed innocently.

After the photo, Mr. Qin took the child and Harry into the car, and quickly and Zheng Ren returned to the lobby of the emergency building, leaving Zheng Ren’s WeChat, saying that he would find a better photo for him. Only once again expressed gratitude and turned away.

Through the transparent door, Zheng Ren saw the little girl and Harry greet each other on the window.

The little girl's pink face smiled really, Harry's tongue licking the air left on the window, as if to remember Zheng Ren's look in his mind.

Waving a wave, Zheng Renmu sent them away, and then turned and rushed to the emergency room.

Zheng Ren walked very slowly. The scarred face of the little patient of Lesch-Nyhan syndrome and the innocent face of the little girl gradually mixed together, and finally turned into nothingness.

Going to the emergency room, Zheng Ren’s mood has returned to calm.

He sat at his desk in silence, closed the computer monitor, and then picked up "Practical Surgery" and continued to look at it.

Reading in the system library, the skill point growth is indeed faster than watching the "extra surgery", but the skill points are not directly added to the skill tree of the general surgery.

On the day of the system, the peak experience of pancreaticoduodenectomy was still remembered in Zheng Ren’s heart.

Although unattainable, Zheng Ren still has a obsession, hoping that one day, he can also stand in front of the operating table with the general surgery level of Jifeng.

After reading the book for a while, Zheng Ren’s mobile phone rang again.

Take it up and look at it, the summer director of the Department of Gastroenterology.