Dean Zhang covered his face and left.

He felt that if he continued to listen, he would not have the courage to ask Zheng Ren to take Professor Rudolph Wagner to the second hospital for surgery.

Director Xia was nothing, so he greeted Zheng Ren and took the patient back to the gastroenterology department.

This time the patient did not have so many things after the operation. The increased portal pressure was solved, and eliminating ascites was just a normal technical job, and it was not difficult for Director Xia.

After calming down, Zheng Ren watched as the number of tasks completed on the system panel had changed from 0 to 1, and he felt expectant.

I originally thought it was very difficult to do 10 TIPS surgery in a month.

However, with the help of Dean Zhang from the Second Hospital, 10 TIPS surgeries should not be a big deal.

Looking at the generous rewards, especially the one-month completion time, Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes.

"Boss, how many TIPS surgery do we have to go to other places?" Professor Rudolph Wagner asked.

"I don't know, but it is said that it will take as much as you want."

"That's good. Doing scientific research requires publishing and forming..." Before the professor could finish his words, a voice interrupted him.

"Fugui'er, I'm responsible for the boss's scientific research." Su Yun had a gloomy face and his black hair was floating on his forehead.

Professor Rudolph looked at Su Yun and his face gradually calmed down.

What can make a doctor famous all over the world?

It must be a procedure! A new diagnosis and treatment method!

When the professor's eyes were almost red when he thought of others' TIPS surgery in the future, the zheng-Rudolf was marked before the surgery.

"Stop making trouble." Zheng Ren said: "Go to check the room."

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren, who seemed to be unaware of these things, and smiled.

Then Su Yun and Professor Rudolph Wagner whispered, while they occasionally looked up at Zheng Ren.

After the operation, Zheng Ren thought about the old man in his eighties during the morning rounds.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but the old man just said that he is uncomfortable here and there.

If he pretends to be sick, what is his purpose? At such an old age, his children are by his side, and he looks very filial, which directly ruled out the possibility that the old children want their children to pay attention to.

But if it is not pretending to be sick, there is no other explanation in clinical practice, and even the system does not give any prompts.

It's strange.

When he walked to the observation room of the emergency department, Zheng Ren suddenly had an idea.

You can try it out with Chang Yue. Chang Yue is very familiar with every patient's family. Maybe you can find more discoveries.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren's mind stabilized and entered the emergency room.

The old man's son was sitting by the bed and peeling the fruits for the old man. The old man was lying on the hospital bed, crossing his legs, humming in his mouth, and his toes little by little, looking so leisurely.

Where is this sick?

Zheng Ren became increasingly sure that the old man was pretending to be sick.

He came to the bedside and asked softly, "Uncle, I am the hospitalization officer of the emergency department. What's wrong with you? Tell me about it."

The old man opened his eyes and saw Zheng Ren. He immediately frowned and pointed at his stomach and said, "Doctor, I have a stomachache."

Zheng Ren put down the old man's legs, put a check-up position, and then rubbed his hands to minimize the temperature difference between his palms and abdomen.

After palpation, Zheng Ren's tricks, the old man was inexperienced and prepared.

There are no tender points in the abdomen, and this old man is healthy.

But despite this judgment, Zheng Ren did not dare to give the order and drove the old man out of the hospital.

If you take up public medical resources, it is simply typed out by the keyboard party. At this age, you may not be able to wake up after sleeping without any illness or disaster.

Forced discharge from the hospital. If there is any emotional fluctuation, what unpredictable consequences will be... Zheng Ren doesn't want to cause this thunder.

Elderly people of this age should go to the emergency ward upstairs.

If you are still in the emergency room and encounter several car accidents and fighters at night, and make a noise all night, don’t have a heart attack.

I explained the situation to my family and did not apply for hospitalization, but the emergency department borrowed a bed in the emergency ward.

When he returned to the emergency room, the old man expressed his satisfaction with the quiet here.

"Mr. Zheng, what patient?" Before Zheng Ren could speak, Chang Yue came up first.

"I think it's a patient who pretends to be sick. I don't know the specific reason yet." Zheng Ren said: "I'll leave this matter to you to eliminate hidden dangers."

"..." Chang Yue was stunned for a moment, then glared at Zheng Ren, "Investigate hidden dangers? How to investigate? Mr. Zheng gave me some advice."

Chang Yue's attitude of speaking was a bit bad, but Zheng Ren could tolerate all these. It was originally a problem for Chang Yue, so it was not for Chang Yue to be unhappy.

After smiling, Zheng Ren explained his thoughts to Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren had a good attitude, and Chang Yue was embarrassed to show him too much. Moreover, Chang Yue was also very curious about why that old man pretended to be sick.

Is the hospital more comfortable than the home?

Absolutely impossible.

After seeing the emergency room, the patient will know that as long as he can leave, no one will be willing to sleep in the hospital overnight.

No matter how the doctor repeatedly makes the case or how the medical insurance is checked, it cannot stop the patients' hearts that want to go home.

It's so strange that someone is willing to be hospitalized.

Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief after exposing the old man’s affairs to Chang Yue.

After the operation, Yang Lili had already been extubated. After three or five days, she took out the inferior vena cava filter of the pulmonary embolism patient and had nothing to worry about.

The rest is emergency surgery, the "flying knife" of the Second Hospital, waiting for Director Kong's call.

Zheng Ren thought to himself that sitting on the chair was very peaceful and comfortable.

Taking out "General Surgery" and continuing to read. Reading has become a part of Zheng Ren's life.

But now, there is a cell phone next to the book, and chatting with Xie Yiren from time to time, making Zheng Ren's efficiency countless times lower than usual.

Soon, it was lunch time.

While Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren were discussing what to eat, a strange phone call came in.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Director Ding."

"Well, I'm in the ward."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the ward."

Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

What did Ding Zhongtai call himself? He used a private number, not a landline run by the hospital?

There was no contact with Ding Zhongtai at first, but Zheng Ren felt that there was a slightest smell on Ding Zhongtai's phone.

Soon, Ding Zhongtai came to the door of the office of the emergency room, looked at it, and saw that there was someone in the office, so he waved to Zheng Ren.

"Director Ding, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren walked out and asked.

Ding Zhongtai pulled Zheng Ren to a corner where no one was, and asked in a low voice but very serious voice: "Xiao Zheng, is it the person you are looking for behind the scenes of rear-end collision in the car accident?"

Car accident? Still rear-end? What is that?

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

"Ambulance." Ding Zhongtai said.
Chapter completed!