This is my fault. When do you need that side?]

[At the latest December 9th. Is the time tight? Sister Lin?]

Zheng Ren took the time one day ahead of the day. It is estimated that SF Express will almost arrive, but he always has to leave some buffering time.

【Okay, I will send the address to your department, is it convenient?】

【convenient.】

[Then you just need to wait and accept it. No more talk, I'll prepare something.]

After putting down WeChat, Zheng Ren realized that he had not told Lin Jiaojiao how much it would cost to buy things.

Forgotten, Zheng Ren was a little embarrassed.

But when I think about how much it can be spent on such a small tube of lipstick? It's just a hundred or ten yuan, which is not a big deal.

After arranging something, Zheng Ren relaxed.

No matter how much Su Yun and the others are doing, they are still very relieved to have a gift in their hands.

The warm winter sun is sunny on your body, without the shrill north wind, making people feel relaxed.

Zheng Ren was holding a book in his hand, but actually entered the system library to read the journal.

The day was very quiet. Zheng Ren went to the emergency department for two rounds in his spare time. The weather was cold, and various trauma were missing, and the emergency department was slightly clean.

One day passed like this.

This is pretty good.

How great it would be if it were like this every day.

Zheng Ren made an appointment with Xiao Yiren for dinner. Xiao Yiren said he was preparing for the engagement scene for Ji Feier and asked Zheng Ren if he wanted to come.

Su Yun and the others didn't want Zheng Ren to go, after all, someone needed to be on duty at home. And Zheng Ren didn't want to go either. He always felt that seeing Xiao Yiren was busy and kept in the dark, he would feel a little strange.

Perhaps it was because of Director Kong's provocation that he exhausted all the power of the Night Shift God, and the Night Shift was also very quiet and he didn't even have appendicitis.

After life was dull, Zheng Ren finally found plenty of time to enter the system library and read journals and magazines to fill them up.

He found that his memory had increased compared to before, and it was difficult to judge the specific amount. After all, the system did not digitize his body, so he could only roughly estimate it.

The books I have read are vivid in my mind, and there is no need to spread the thinking plane in the moment of life and death.

On the 8th, the clouds were dense, the north wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the closed windows blew.

Everyone was busy. After three days of resting on antibiotics, patients with appendicitis and cholecystitis had already asked to be discharged from the hospital automatically.

Zheng Renze is still reading journals.

Su Yun has not seen him these two days and is said to be busy. Zheng Ren expressed his helplessness about this, as if he was also the one who was going to be given away.

However, for Zheng Ren, these things are not as important as reading journals and magazines.

He occasionally recalled the system tasks. If the research center was established, would he complete the tasks within one month?

Thinking of the massive amount of surgical training time and the system where tasks are rarely issued, Zheng Ren remembers that if there is surgical training time, it must not be wasted.

As for why the big pig's trotters issued fewer and fewer tasks, it is difficult for Zheng Ren to understand.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren was reading a book in the system library, and his cell phone suddenly rang.

When I picked up my phone, I saw that it was an emergency department, and Zheng Ren's blood pressure immediately rose.

"Hello."

"Mr. Zheng, there is a patient, please come down and take a look."

"What disease?" Zheng Ren calmed down when he heard that his voice was not very anxious. But then he was a little confused. The doctor who called him was a little angry?

"I suspect it's domestic violence! The child is injured all over his body!" The doctor lowered his voice and said.

"..." Zheng Ren frowned, hung up the phone, and headed straight to the emergency department.

Domestic violence, beating and scolding children, become extremely rare as the situation of one child becomes the norm for each child.

At least Zheng Ren has not encountered a single case in the past few years of medical practice.

As for adults, such as the middle-aged female patient with a few steel needles inserted into the skull, Zheng Ren has some impression of this case many years ago.

Domestic violence? Abuse? Zheng Ren has been thinking about it and has come to the emergency department quickly.

There are not many patients in the emergency department, and it is now the "depression" period in the emergency department.

On the red hard plastic chair in the corridor, a woman in her thirties was sitting, holding a child of seven or eight tightly in her arms.

The child waved his hands, his ten fingers were covered with scars, old wounds, newly unhealed wounds, and even traces of blood could be vaguely seen.

The child's face was also covered with wounds, densely packed, like a spider web. His lips were bitten and a line of blood hung on his face, extremely shrill.

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

Judging from the child's appearance, it is really possible to judge it as domestic violence.

But the system does not think so. The background color given by the system panel is a serious illness bright red.

The diagnosis is - lesch-nyhan syndrome.

Hell, why is this disease? Zheng Ren's eyebrows frowned unconsciously.

The emergency physician did not sit in the clinic, but stood coldly not far away, his eyes full of hostility, looking at the child's parents.

Seeing Zheng Ren appear, she immediately ran to Zheng Ren and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zheng, call the police."

Zheng Ren shook his head and then sighed.

"Mr. Zheng!" The internal medicine doctor was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's performance.

After several months of running-in, the doctors in the emergency department have recognized Zheng Ren's technical level and said willingly.

But in the eyes of the emergency physician, this is a sign that Zheng Ren does not want to take responsibility and wants to escape.

In the emergency department, it is often encountered when couples fight and neighbors quarrel.

Emergency doctors rarely call the police for a lot of trouble.

The couple quarreled at the head of the bed and had a close relationship. This is the most common thing. Zheng Ren also encountered an example of a couple quarreling, and her husband cut a 20cm long and deep into the muscle wound with a kitchen knife.

The victim did not call the police, and was persuaded by her husband. She silenced the antibiotics for three or five days and was automatically discharged from the hospital.

But that is an adult after all, and he has the ability to act independently.

In front of me was a seven or eight-year-old child. The child was drooling and looked a little dementia.

It is because the child is dementia and has low intelligence, so parents want to abuse the child to death to avoid burdens. This is how the emergency physician judges and firmly believes that.

"Mr. Zheng!" She was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's reaction and whispered again, with infinite dissatisfaction and anger in her words.

"It's not what you think." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "I'll go and ask about my medical history. You can prescribe a serum uric acid test for the child."

"Hmm?" The emergency physician was stunned.

Serum uric acid is the basis for diagnosis of rheumatism. The child in front of him has trauma and has suffered severe abuse. What does it have to do with rheumatism?

Could it be that Mr. Zheng has been busy these days?
Chapter completed!