After a few minutes, the agitated patient became a little quieter, and Director Wang probably was because of his exhaustion.

It was so hard that several male stretchers in the emergency department were exhausted and panting, and Director Jiang's clothes were wet.

Director Wang did not intend to help, and he didn't know how to treat it at all, so it would be useless to go. Besides, after hearing what Director Jiang said, he didn't want to get close to him from the bottom of his heart. The matter of being struck by lightning was not a joke. Director Wang really didn't understand how Director Jiang could survive and retire safely.

When the police left several colleagues of the patient's contact information, they asked them to go to the branch office to record the transcript tomorrow, and then left.

Director Wang looked at the confused old man and went over and asked, "Your surname?"

"Ah?" Before the old man could react, he didn't expect that he would deal with the police on the day he would deal with the police. Most people are afraid of the police, and they are already very scared just by leaving a contact information.

"I am the director of the General Surgery Department of People's Hospital. I just heard that you are the patient's colleagues?" Director Wang saw that he was stunned, so he introduced himself first and asked.

This time the old man was much better. He stretched out his hand with a bitter face, "Director, hello, my surname is Zhou."

"Manager Zhou, do you know what's going on? He has had an illness before?" Director Wang asked.

"No, it's normal to look at it." Manager Zhou looked at the situation inside and knew that something must have happened. The bitterness on his face became heavier and heavier.

"Think about it carefully, there is really nothing else?" Director Wang has many years of rich clinical experience and can easily find out about his medical history.

Although it has nothing to do with general surgery, he just finished listening to Professor Su's lecture and subconsciously wanted to ask more questions.

"It's nothing, it's really nothing." Manager Zhou explained repeatedly, "What's wrong with him today?"

"I heard from the police that he always thought he was dreaming and wanted to wake up from the nightmare. He just pulled the police and almost rolled under the wheel of the car." Director Wang briefly said what he knew and continued to ask: "It's really nothing?"

"No." Manager Zhou said: "Is it because I'm too busy working overtime recently and too much pressure?"

"It's not like this if you add help. Think about it carefully. Do he have any other problems in normal times? Do you take medicine?"

"He is only 33 years old..."

"I am in my 20s and have more people with myocardial infarction. 33 is no longer young." Director Wang interrupted Manager Zhou.

"I..." A girl whispered: "I saw Brother Qiao taking medicine and was carrying someone on his back."

"What medicine should I take?"

"I don't know, I asked him, and he said it was a vitamin. But I didn't look like it, it looked like a white pill for curing diseases." The girl said timidly.

"The medicine is in the unit? You go back and find it." Director Wang said then.

"Hey!" The girl ran away immediately obediently.

Manager Zhou also wanted to leave here, but today he was in a bad mood. Whatever this happened, why did an honest employee of his subordinates pull the police to seek death? When he thought of this, he felt distressed.

It's really a ghost.

He was a little envious of the female employee. Now Manager Zhou really wanted to leave the hospital. It was just that it was difficult to leave. If the employee had something to do, he would be disappointed if the boss didn't come forward.

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

"Think about it again, what else is there?" Director Wang asked.

"Uh... Brother Qiao usually takes a nap, but his face doesn't look good when he gets up. I asked once and said he had a nightmare." A male employee said: "Today he said he was feeling unwell and took a day off. Who would have thought that he was like this?"

The words are a bit messy, but Director Wang knows the basic meaning.

He continued to ask about some situations, after all, he was a colleague, neither a relative nor a girlfriend, and he didn't know much about the patient's basic situation.

In more than ten minutes, Director Wang only knew that the person who was sick inside was very down-to-earth and capable, and worked hard. It seemed that he didn't sleep well. In recent months, he was not in a high mood because of his busy work.

There is also the medicine I took, but I don’t know what specifics were. No matter how many of them, I can’t explain them clearly.

It's a blank piece of medical history, Director Wang is a little helpless. Hospitals often pick up some anonymous patients, but they don't know any medical history. This is the most troublesome thing.

Now this person is a little better, but not much better.

Soon, I received a call from a female employee saying that the medicine was not found in the office.

Director Wang sighed, and it seemed that he could only do the most basic examination first to see if there was any intracranial hemorrhage. If there was nothing to do, he would be sent to a psychiatric hospital for symptomatic treatment.

As for the future, Director Wang doesn't know what to do.

He saw that the patient in the room was quieter again, his heart rate was 130 beats per minute and his breathing rate was also high, and he knew that this was a toss.

When he walked in, he saw the patient's hair was messy, his eyes were looking at the ceiling, with a very thick and terrified fear. His hands were tightly clutching the bed, his muscles were tight, and there would be another major attack at any time.

The outer cloak has been taken off half of it, and it is made in struggle.

He was wearing a suit and a tie. In order to avoid the patient's suffocation, the tie was loosened and hung around his neck. He was in a mess and seemed to have no taste of the white-collar workers working on CBD.

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

Maybe it was the hidden medicine, or maybe it was this person... Director Wang didn't think much about it and stepped forward to take out the things from 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 so tired that he was almost unable to hold on.

"Bupropion." Director Jiang was still very professional. He glanced at him and knew what the drug was. However, he did not plan to continue to look at it, but stared at the patient with gasps.

Just like running a half-marathon, will Director Jiang, who has an old arm and legs undergo rhabdomyolysis? Director Wang thought to himself.

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

"Oh, I just read his ID card and I called the hospital." Director Jiang said, "his medical record information is being transferred."

"..." Director Wang felt that he must be stupid. If a patient has mental illness, he must go to a mental hospital for treatment.

Bupropion is a psycho-controlled drug and cannot be bought in ordinary pharmacies.
Chapter completed!