I don’t know if it was because I thought about going to pay my respects, but Sun Lien’s duty work today is quite calm. Perhaps because the outpatient clinic has already started working, many patients with controllable conditions will choose to go to an outpatient clinic instead of the higher-cost emergency room to see a doctor.

During dinner, Sun Lien watched the case in the small conference room of the treatment group while picking up the lunch box I bought from the cafeteria. There were really not many patients who came to the emergency room today. The most dangerous cerebral infarction and a car accident were not received by his own treatment group.

Long live boredom, long live the ordinary daily work! Sun Lien shouted in his heart. Although it is normal to encounter various critical and severe diseases in the emergency department, his luck was too memorized after all. Not to mention rare diseases, he also had a Class B and A infectious diseases. This kind of luck is comparable to that of the Death Elementary School student who has been in grades in elementary school for more than 20 years.

After picking up the supper that was packed in a disposable lunch box, Sun Lien pulled out a tissue from his table and wiped his mouth. He carried the plastic lunch box and walked out - if he threw the lunch box in the trash can in the room, the smell would linger in the small conference room. He just finished eating, but when he was busy outside for a while, the smell would seem too obvious and unbearable. So after everyone finished eating in the small conference room, they would consciously throw the lunch box out.

He walked out of the emergency hall with his lunch box. Sun Lien walked around several stalls of water on the wet ground, and found the trash can next to the ambulance passage, threw the garbage inside, and was about to turn around and leave.

Then his face turned dark.

"Dad, hold on for a while!" A male voice that sounded obviously young and childish, rang behind Sun Lien, and was also filled with severe panting. It sounded a little out of breath, and it was almost dead.

As a "person", after hearing this sound, of course he also had to look back at the situation. When Sun Lien looked back, he was almost scared to death by the scene in front of him.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was walking forward with a red face, staggering his feet, his lips unconsciously tilted downwards, and his neck veins exposed in the air were angrily open, as if he had tried his best every step.

A middle-aged man lay on his back, his head lowered and his face pale. He moaned in pain from time to time. Sun Lien even saw the dirt he opened his mouth and spit on his son's shoulders.

When Sun Lien came to his senses, he had already carried the middle-aged man and grabbed the little boy who was about to fall to the ground and ran to the rescue hall. He didn't even need a status bar to guess what was wrong with the middle-aged man who was lying on his back and vomiting.

"Push the bed!" Sun Lien finally carried the man to the rescue hall. The middle-aged man was not too heavy, but he must have weighed 60 or 70 kilograms. As an adult, Sun Lien had a little effort to carry him, let alone a 12-year-old boy? If he hadn't been going out to throw garbage, he would have met him, what about this little boy who would have exhausted himself before sending the man to the hospital.

The nurses in the rescue hall quickly pushed the rescue bed. Sun Lien watched them remove the person from his back with quick hands and feet, and quickly pushed it into the rescue room. He opened his mouth and added, "Give him a B-ultrasound, check the blood routine, and relieve pain if necessary!"

"Doctor, my dad...what happened to him?" The twelve-year-old child recovered quite quickly. At least during the steps Sun Lien pulled him away, he had already breathed and could ask questions.

"Don't worry first." Sun Lien sighed and took off his white coat stained with vomit, and took a look at the vomit on it. It was a stomach content with a strong smell of wine, and there was no black or dark red stuff mixed in it. "Where is your mother?"

The expression on the little boy's face quickly changed from worry to embarrassment, "That...I...I don't have a mother."

Sun Lien raised his eyebrows and did not continue asking questions. Instead, he asked in a different way, "Then do you have other adults in your family? Grandpa and grandma, or uncle and aunt?"

The little boy thought hard, "I have an uncle in Ningyuan..."

It would be good to have adult relatives, Sun Lien breathed a sigh of relief, "Call him and ask him to come over quickly... Do you have a cell phone?" He looked at the little boy and asked, "If not, do you have his phone number? I can contact him for you."

"My dad should have a cell phone." The little boy pointed to the closed electromagnetic door in the rescue room, "Can I go in and get it?"

Generally speaking, family members should not enter the emergency room. However, there are exceptions, such as now.

Sun Lien took the little boy to the rescue room. When he passed by the triage desk, he also asked the nurses and sisters at the triage desk for some tissues and wiped the dirt on the boy's body.

"Doctor...what is my dad's disease?" The little boy asked the question for the second time, "He is in good health and has never hurt so much..."

"Some tests are needed to confirm, but I initially think that he should have acute pancreatitis." Sun Lien took the little boy into the rescue room, watched him pull out the phone from the patient's pants pocket and asked, "Your dad often drinks like this?"

"He doesn't drink alcohol normally." The little boy shook his head, "I don't know what's going on. This morning he said that he had something to go out for the unit, and when he got home in the afternoon, he was drunk. After lying home for a while, he suddenly vomited all over the floor, and then covered his stomach and screamed in pain..." Perhaps because he had never seen his father in such a helpless and painful state, the little boy looked a little panicked and helpless.

Sun Lien signaled the little boy to call his uncle over, and then issued a doctor's advice to the nurse beside him, "Please use an electrocardiogram to see if there is any myocardial infarction, draw blood to check for blood amylase and blood sugar - what about the B-ultrasound machine? Push it over quickly."

Yuan Ping'an also walked over and looked at Sun Lien standing beside the bed and asking, "Is this the patient you took?"

"It wasn't what I took, it was what I carried in." Sun Lien spread his hands, "I felt like acute pancreatitis, but I hadn't had time to do a checkup."

"Then do it, have you registered?" Yuan Ping'an took out gloves from the cart beside him and put it on, lifted the patient's belly on the bed, and pressed the other party's abdomen with his fingers. "It's soft, no abdominal muscles tense." He shook the patient's eyes with a small flashlight in his pocket, "It's good to respond to light, and the pupils on both sides are equally large." This is to rule out common brain problems.

"There is no registration, it was this young man who carried his father over." Sun Lien pointed to the little boy about 1.4 meters tall beside him. "The young man is quite strong."

Yuan Ping'an looked at the patient lying on the bed and moaning, thought for a while and asked, "How much wine has this person drunk?"

"I don't know, but it's been about two or three hours in time." Sun Lien looked at the imaging doctor and pushed the ultrasound and began to check the patient's abdominal condition. "Do you think something is wrong?"
Chapter completed!