Zheng Ren took out his cell phone and called the emergency department.

Soon, the flat car arrived and the nurse ran out of breath.

"It's okay." Zheng Ren came to the caregiver and whispered.

"That's a troublemaker?" The nurse also had a lot of knowledge and rich experience. He glanced at the surrounding situation and guessed the rough.

"Yes." Zheng Ren and the nurse had a brief conversation, and then carried the scoundrel onto the flat car and headed straight to the emergency department.

When he arrived at the emergency department, he didn't look for the observation ward. Zheng Ren pushed the flat car directly into the empty treatment room inside, closed the door and said seriously: "The condition is very serious, the patient is already in a coma, and the matter is serious."

The little traffic policeman's face was scared to death.

Without social experience, he could not judge the true meaning of Zheng Ren's words.

"Prepare for rescue!" Zheng Renkababababa's eyes and hints to the little traffic police, but he still continued to speak seriously.

Then he went out, found a night nurse, and whispered a few words.

The nurse's eyes were curled up, "Mr. Zheng, look at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, why are you so bad?"

"Drunk driving and causing trouble, isn't this enough?" Zheng Ren said with a smile.

The most annoying thing in the hospital is drunk driving and drunk driving.

Zheng Ren is not disgusted with drinking. However, many people with poor alcohol taste will become another person once they drink too much, and many human tragedies will happen inadvertently.

For example, a student who was going to take the college entrance examination the next day was suddenly hit by a drunk driving person while walking. For example, a husband took his pregnant wife for a walk and was taken away by a drunk driving driver...

So, what Zheng Ren hates the most is this kind of person.

Zheng Ren is indeed a good person, but not a purely good person. He has his own judgment. At some point, he will violate the regulations and use small means secretly.

For example, this time.

The nurse went to add medicine, and then went to the disposal room and began to inject intravenously into the drunken rogue Han.

Then he hung a bottle of drip and drove to full speed.

"If I can wake up, I guess it's fine. If it doesn't work, I'll send it to rescue." Zheng Ren said nonsense very seriously.

The little traffic policeman was sweating in a cold sweat, and he had passed through some war between heaven and man. It was probably that he had already suspended himself from his post in his heart, and he thought about his miserable fate throughout his life.

"No...it's okay..." The little traffic policeman shivered all over and spoke stutteringly.

Zheng Ren patted his shoulder to show comfort.

The little traffic police still didn't understand Zheng Ren's meaning, and his mind was probably blank.

"Doctor, can you have something to do?" said the little traffic policeman pitifully, "I really didn't touch him."

"It depends on the efficacy of the medicine." Zheng Ren's expression was relaxed and his tone was serious. "I just used the special medicine. If the patient can wake up, it will be fine. If he doesn't wake up, he will be hospitalized."

After saying that, Zheng Ren turned around and left, and couldn't look at the rogue man pretending to be unconscious.

Sitting on the red hard plastic chair at the door, Zheng Ren talked about the situation in the group and then asked about it.

Zheng Yunxia's enhanced CT has been completed. Now everyone has returned to the emergency room and is discussing going out for a meal.

Zheng Ren was speechless. Every time everyone had dinner together, they threw themselves away. Although he didn't like eating or the lively scene, he felt like he was abandoned by the whole world.

This feeling made Zheng Ren a little unhappy.

Xie Yiren seemed to feel Zheng Ren's mood across the screen, and arranged to bring him a meal.

Chang Yue said in the group that he checked the ward again and the patients were all stable, so he just asked Zheng Ren to come back after finishing his work, so there was no need to worry.

Then the chat group became quiet.

This is just going out for dinner, Zheng Ren had no choice but to turn off his phone.

Go, young people like the excitement, and he thought of it with an old age.

About five minutes, the door of the disposal room suddenly opened, and a man was covered in alcohol and his feet were floating, but he rushed out at an extremely fast speed.

In the background, the little traffic policeman looked at everything in front of him in amazement.

All this exceeded his understanding of the world. What was wrong? A rogue who was clearly trying to pretend to be dead actually ignored the legal sanctions and stopped pretending to be dead.

Did the doctor just now use medicines that make people discover conscience?

Out of instinct, the little traffic police followed the rogue man.

"Turn left in the bathroom." Zheng Ren shouted behind him.

"..." The little traffic police staggered.

A few minutes later, the rogue man walked back dejectedly and didn't pretend to be dead, because the scene just now was enough to tell everything.

At this time, an older traffic policeman came to the scene, asked about the situation, pointed at the scoundrel and scolded him, with an absolute advantage in momentum and morality, and then arranged for the small traffic police to deal with subsequent things such as blood collection.

"Brother, thank you for what happened just now." The old traffic policeman emphasized with a touch of Jianghu, but Zheng Ren thought this was very good.

"It's okay, it should."

"Do you smoke?"

"Let's go."

The two of them came outside the building, and the cold wind whistled. Zheng Ren tightened his white clothes, took the cigarette handed by the old traffic police, and took a deep breath.

It's not easy, either doctors or policemen.

If you really complain, you can spray it to the ends of the world with one mouthful.

The two chatted for a few simple words and left a contact information. When the old traffic police saw that Zheng Ren was wearing little, they put out the cigarette, threw it into the ashtray on the trash can, and said goodbye to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren walked around the emergency department and the weather gradually became colder. The emergency surgery department was not very busy because there were almost no people drinking and fighting in the middle of the night. However, the emergency internal medicine department became busy, and the number of patients with cerebral hemorrhage and myocardial infarction soared.

Alpine areas are not suitable for human habitation. If these patients are in the southern coastal areas, there should be nothing serious about them.

Zheng Ren walked around and then returned to the emergency room.

Only the night nurse sat alone at the nurse's station. Zheng Ren said hello and returned to the office to start reading.

Half an hour later, Zheng Ren received a call from the old traffic policeman.

He expressed his gratitude again on the phone. After all, if Zheng Ren was not on the verge of violation, it would be very troublesome to deal with it.

Zheng Ren said a few words of politeness and hung up the phone.

The drug he recommended to the rogue Han was furosemide, and the liquid he hung was mannitol.

If the treatment is done according to cerebral hemorrhage, the medication required is not particularly out of order. The key is that after two-pronged approach, the fluids in the rogue's whole body turn into urine in the bladder in a very short time.

It's really a death.

But Zheng Ren has also seen the hob meat that Ning Ken has incontinent.

After repeated examinations of this kind of hob meat, it starts to catheter after confirming that it is fine, once every 1 or 2 hours.

Basically, few people can continue to pretend to be unconscious in order to extort a few dollars to make money with the stimulating pain of the urethra.

It would be fine if it was solved. Zheng Ren shook his head and forgot about it completely.

This kind of small episode is just a small part of daily life in the emergency department, and it is not even a small wave.

The real storm is a variety of strange rescues, which makes adrenaline soar, and the high-energy phosphate bonds of adenosine triphosphate crackle.

The night was quite quiet. Two hours later, Zheng Ren checked the ward before the patient went to bed. After doing the corresponding treatment, he finally finished reading the book "Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery".
Chapter completed!