After a few minutes, the restless patient was a little quieter, and Director Wang estimated that it was due to his exhaustion.
It was really frustrating. Several male stretchers in the emergency department were tired and panted, and Director Jiang's clothes were wet.
Director Wang had no intention of reaching out to help, and he didn't know how to treat it at all. Besides, after listening to Director Jiang's words, he didn't want to be near him. It was not a joke about being thundered. Director Wang really didn't understand how Director Jiang could be safely retired.
When the police kept the contact details of the patients' colleagues, they said that they would take notes at the branch office tomorrow, and then left.
Director Wang looked at the old man with a blank expression and asked, "What's your surname?"
"Ah?" The old man hadn't responded yet, and he hadn't expected that he would have another day with the police. Most people are scared of the police, but they are already scared to leave 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?"
This time the old man was much better. He stretched out his hand with a bitter face. "Hi, Hello, my name is Zhou."
"Mr. Zhou, do you know what is going on, he has been sick before?" Director Wang asked.
"No, it's normal to look at it normally." Manager Zhou looked at the situation inside, knowing that something must have happened, and the bitterness on his face was getting heavier.
"Think carefully, is there really nothing else?" Director Wang has many years of rich clinical experience and asks for a history of the disease.
Although it had nothing to do with general surgery, it was just that he had just finished listening to Professor Su's lectures and wanted to ask more subconsciously.
"Nothing usually, really nothing." Manager Zhou explained again and again, "What happened to him today?"
"Listening to the police, he always thought that he was dreaming and wanted to wake up from the nightmare. He just pulled the police and almost rolled to the bottom of the car." Director Wang briefly said what he knew, and continued to ask: Is it normal? "
"No." Manager Zhou said, "Is it because I have been too busy working lately and have been under too much pressure?"
"It's not like that with help, think about it. Is there anything else wrong with him? Does he take medicine?"
"He is 33 years old ..."
"There are more people with cerebral infarction and myocardial infarction in their 20s, and 33 is not too young." Director Wang interrupted Manager Zhou's words.
"I ..." a girl whispered, "I see Brother Qiao taking medicine and carrying someone on his back."
"What medicine to take?"
"I don't know, I asked him, he said it was vitamins. But I didn't look like it was like a white pill for healing." The girl said timidly.
"The medicine is in the unit? You go back and find it." Director Wang said later.
"Oh!" The girl immediately obediently ran away.
Manager Zhou also wanted to leave here, and today he is all bad. What does this have to do with it? How can an honest staff member under his command pull the police to death. As soon as he thought about it, his hair was getting mad.
Really see a ghost.
He was somewhat envious of the female staff member, and now Manager Zhou really wants to leave the hospital. It's just not easy to go. If the employee has something to do with himself as the boss, I am afraid that others will be chilled.
It's so hard, I'm so hard! The manager was mourning.
"Think again, what else is going on." Director Wang asked.
"Uh ... Mr. Qiao usually takes a nap, and his face doesn't look good after getting up. I asked it once and said it was a dream." A male staff member said, "Today he said he was uncomfortable and took a day off. Who would think of him That's all."
The words are a bit messy, but Director Wang understands the basic meaning.
He continued to inquire about some situations. After all, he was a colleague, not a relative or a girlfriend. He didn't know much about the patient's usual basic situation.
For more than ten minutes, Director Wang only knew that the person who was sick inside was usually very capable and resentful. It seems that sleep is not good. In recent months, because of the busy work, the mood is not high.
Then there is the medicine, which is not clear. What's more, this group is also unclear.
It is simply a blank medical history, and Director Wang is helpless. Many times the hospital will pick up some anonymous patients, without knowing any medical history, this is the most headache.
Now, this one is better, but it's not much better.
Soon, a call was received from the female staff member stating that no drugs were found in the office.
Director Wang sighed. It seemed that only the most basic examination could be done first to see if there was any situation such as intracranial bleeding. If nothing happens, take them to a psychiatric hospital for symptomatic treatment.
As for the future, Director Wang does not know what to do.
He saw the patient in the room a little quieter, with a heart rate of 130 beats per minute, and a high breathing rate, knowing that it was frustrating.
When he went in, he saw the patient's hair was messy, his eyes were on the ceiling, and he was very scared. His hands clenched tightly to the bed stop, his whole body muscles tightened, and a major outbreak would occur again at any time.
The coat had been taken off halfway, 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 the neck. The whole person is messy, and it seems that the atmosphere of white-collar workers working in the CBD is completely absent.
The patient's muscles were tight and sweat soaked his shirt, and Director Wang vaguely saw something in the chest pocket of his shirt.
Maybe it's a hidden medicine, or this person ... Director Wang didn't think much about it, came forward and took things out of his pocket.
It is a transparent plastic bag with seven or eight pills sealed inside.
"This may be the medicine he took, Director Jiang, what do you think?" Director Wang handed the medicine to Director Jiang, who was also too tired to support it ~ www.novelhall.com ~ bupropion. "Director Jiang is still very professional, knowing what the medicine is at a glance. However, he did not intend to continue to look at it, but stared at the patient panting heavily.
Just like running a horse and a half horse, 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 looked at his ID card and I called the hospital." Director Jiang said, "He is transferring his medical records."
"..." Director Wang felt that he must have been stupid. If a patient has a mental illness, he must go to a mental hospital for treatment.
Bupropion, a psychotropic substance, is not available in ordinary pharmacies.
Although Director Jiang is stupid and bad, there is nothing wrong with doing this.
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