Song Ying said that he will check this time. His older brother has been chanting and wants to thank Zheng Ren.
See one side, Zheng Ren still has a good impression on Song Camp.
Soon, the footsteps sounded.
Song Ying leads the way, a thin old man wearing Chinese-style squatting clothes, carrying his hands behind him.
When Zheng Ren saw the old man's moment, he stopped.
The system panel presents a dark red color that is standard for critically ill patients.
There are many diagnoses, and Zheng Ren saw the aortic dissection at a glance!
Aneurysms are a special complication of Behcet's syndrome, rare but not uncommon.
"Zheng boss, this is my boss, Chu Huainan." Song Ying introduced.
"Mr. Chu, you sit." Zheng Ren did not show very urgent, after all, people have nothing to do for a few years, in the face of their face aortic dissection aneurysm is not likely to rupture.
If you are anxious, Chu Huai Nan’s blood pressure will rise, but it may be a big deal.
"Zheng boss, thank you." Chu Huainan reached out and shook with Zheng Ren.
"My mental state in recent years is obviously wrong. Some of them are ill-conceived, and it is also a delay for quacks." Chu Huai Nan said: "Fortunately, I met Zheng Bo."
His voice was low, slightly hoarse, and his face was full of vicissitudes.
"Please sit down, I will give you a blood pressure." Zheng Ren smiled and said.
Song Ying stunned, but did not speak. On the slightly side of Chu Huainan’s head, I looked at Zheng Ren and felt that there was something different.
Zheng Ren went to the nurse station to take a mercury sphygmomanometer and returned to Chu Huai Nan to measure blood pressure.
The blood pressure given in the system panel is correct, blood pressure is not high, mmHg. Zheng Ren is relieved, as long as blood pressure is controlled, there is nothing in the short term.
Chu Huainan looked at Zheng Ren with a puzzled look.
"Mr. Chu, what symptoms do you have in addition to the epidermal ulcer?" Zheng Ren asked.
"There are some problems with vision. In your words, it should be called a mosquito." Chu Huai Nan said: "There is nothing else."
Zheng Ren took a stethoscope and said: "Mr. Chu, in general, Behcet's syndrome may have complications such as pulmonary fibrosis. Can I listen to you?"
"Okay, that's bothering you." Chu Huai Nan smiled and untied the button.
He stared at Zheng Ren with his eyes open, as if to see through this young little doctor.
But in addition to being gentle and honest, it was clean and Chu Huainan did not see what he wanted to see.
Zheng Ren’s hand is steady, holding a stethoscope, a smile on his face, full of affinity. However, Chu Huai Nan’s keen instinct tells himself that there must be problems, or else he will not be able to see his face and give himself blood pressure.
To say that the little doctor wants to find a backer and desperately paste it up, it can be said.
However, Chu Huainan believes that Song Ying will not talk more, his own life and energy, this little doctor will not know.
Then there is only one possibility left, and the level of people is indeed high, and there are problems.
He did not panic, and Chu Huainan had already seen it.
The man put the stethoscope on the chest of Chu Huainan. He was slightly thin and the ribs were one by one. If the old man in his 60s is still convinced, but listening to Song Ying, it is fifty.
It seems that the things before him are very irritating to him.
Zheng Ren’s eyes were slightly closed, and he listened carefully to the sound from the stethoscope.
It is also possible to hear the aortic dissection by auscultation. But if that's the case, the distance is not far away.
Zheng Ren just wants to determine the danger.
No abnormalities were heard, the lungs were good, and there was no auscultation of fibrosis.
Put away the stethoscope, Zheng Ren smiled, took out the ball pen, took a chapter a4 paper, wrote a bunch of checks on it.
"Mr. Chu, Song Ge, do these checks in a minute." Zheng Ren said with certainty.
In some of the above examinations, the aorta cta is hidden.
Song Ying glanced at it and nodded cautiously.
"My plane at 10:20, go to Horqin, then let's talk back later?" Zheng Renxi saw the figure of Director Kong, and then ordered the order.
"Kerqin? The Gobi on the other side is a good place." Chu Huainan slowly tied the button and smiled.
"Well, I am going to see it, but mainly to do surgery." Zheng Ren smiled, not too slow to say.
"Zheng boss is hard." Chu Huainan is not too polite, this eyebrows are still high and low, "Old Seven, you send Zheng boss to the airport, don't delay."
Song Ying nodded directly, did not entangle this side of the disease.
For patients in the field, it is very difficult to see a doctor in the Imperial Capital. However, for Song Ying and Chu Huainan, who knows the depths, this is not a problem.
"You don't have to be so polite..." Zheng Ren stunned.
"Zheng boss, you are very polite." Song Ying smiled: "Boss, then I will not accompany you."
Chu Huainan nodded and carried his hands, like an ordinary old man, slowly went out.
"In this case, I am not ruthless, first go and greet Director Kong." Zheng Ren finished, immediately went to the director's office.
The time is a bit tight. If the airport is jammed at high speed, the plane will not catch up.
The flight on that side was only one day in two days. If it was missed, dozens of people waited for two days on the other side...
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren has a headache.
Knocking on the door to the director's office, Zheng Ren held his hand and said, "Director Kong, please take a vacation today."
"I remembered to say Kong said: "I have been busy recently. ”
Zheng Ren scratched his head and smiled.
"Go, let me know what happened next time. Yesterday, President Yan called and I didn't know anything. Fortunately, I saw Zhou Chunyong waiting for you in the morning, so I didn't say anything." Director Kong said faintly.
Zheng Ren immediately agreed.
It’s really busy recently, and the line of sight is on Dr. Mehar.
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren took a moment, Dr. Mehar did not say hello. Forget it, come back and talk about it.
It’s really busy, and there’s still a premise for Su Yun to take care of the outside world, and it’s a mess.
Should I find someone to help me think about these things?
Zheng Ren did not know that this kind of person was called the life secretary, but he had already moved this idea unconsciously.
"Dr. Mehar, I will go to see it often." Director Kong said: "The meaning of the courtyard, Linger is responsible for the fact that after the doctor has recovered, he can have a certain connection with the hospital. This thing you Be on your heart."
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded.
"There is a lot of surgery maps, and it's fast. I know that your level is beyond my imagination, but I am busy with mistakes, and the old saying is correct." Director Kong said: "The key point is that we are involved in the operating room. You have to eat a line, you still have no children."
One education, Zheng Ren remembered one by one, and was taken out by Director Kong. He and Liu Zewei greeted each other and threw Laoliu down to see the house. Zheng Ren went to the Song Camp car.