"Mr. Zheng!" The doctor on duty called Zheng Ren from behind.

"Um?"

"There is a patient who said he wanted to be hospitalized, but... he should take a look." The doctor on duty said.

He is a doctor on duty in the emergency department. Zheng Ren is from the surgery department and is not very familiar with them. They rarely ask Zheng Ren to help with diagnosis. If they encounter difficult problems, the difficult patients will be directly admitted to the hospital.

Zheng Ren nodded and walked to the emergency room.

A flat car was in the middle of the emergency rescue room, and an old man was lying as angry as a slept on it. He looked like he was about seventy or eighty years old.

There is an old lady standing next to her, who is usually old.

"Mr. Zheng, the aunt said she wanted to be admitted to the hospital, but she didn't want to treat her. She just wanted to send the old man away." said the doctor in the emergency department.

For dying patients, some places are customary to walk at home, some places are customary to walk at temples or churches, but more places are sent away in hospitals.

But now is the early winter season, and cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases are high, and the internal medicine departments such as nerves, circulation, and respiratory are all overcrowded. All living people are discharged as soon as possible, let alone a dying person.

"You are Dr. Zheng." The old lady was kind-hearted, with not much sadness between her eyebrows. She was very calm, as calm as... the pool of water in the system space.

"Auntie, hello, I am Dr. Zheng." Zheng Ren said.

"I want to give my husband a trip, but there are many inconveniences at home, so I'm going to bother you." The old lady bowed slightly, her movements were slight, and she couldn't tell if she didn't look carefully. She raised her hands and feet, and was graceful, rich and elegant.

"No trouble." Zheng Ren said: "But now there are no wards in the relevant departments, so we have no good idea."

A trace of disappointment flashed across the old lady's face, but it quickly dissipated.

"Doctor Zheng, you only need a quiet room, don't scare others. My husband probably won't stay for a few days, look..."

"If we want to stay in the emergency room, we can have a quieter room, but we don't even know what the old man is, and there are no more people to rescue and take care of him." Zheng Ren attacked.

"No need to rescue, no treatment." The old lady lowered her head slightly, gently stroked the patient's head with her hands, and looked loving, "As long as he walks quietly, it's fine."

"Then come with me, but you need to sign if you refuse to rescue or something." Zheng Ren said.

The emergency physician knows the staff situation in the emergency ward. It was just built and the staffing was extremely shabby. It was very difficult to deal with the emergency every day. Mr. Zheng is confused? Why should he be admitted to the hospital?

Zheng Ren also has his own considerations.

It's just a trip and a medical record. If Chang Yue doesn't want to do it, he can write it himself. Anyway, he only counts all four or five hours of working hours.

It doesn't seem to be much, but four or five hours are squeezed out from study and rest time.

The old lady is kind-looking. Although it is very troublesome, Zheng Ren still wants to help.

"Then thank you." The old lady said politely.

Zheng Ren greeted the two elder brothers who were accompanying the examination and helped push the flat car to the emergency room.

When Chang Yue saw that he had accepted new patients, he began to get busy. He was not angry or complained because it was not the scope of the emergency department for diagnosis and treatment, and the calmness was as happy as ever.

The old man was arranged in the last ward, and Chang Yue went to communicate with his family, inquire about medical history, and show his sense of trust.

Zheng Renze sat in the office and recalled what Director Pan said to him.

There are many things in the world that are unreasonable.

It is impossible to explain whether it is black or white.

No matter how awesome a person is, he will also slander the world. No matter how good the thing is, he will be ruined and praised.

After only a few minutes of thinking, Zheng Ren smiled and began to study how to do the best surgery for Zheng Yunxia.

And those principles... so many things!

"Chang Yue, when will you make a 64 row?" Zheng Ren asked when he saw Chang Yue come back.

“Tonight it’s six:30.”

"Is it OK to be on an empty stomach?"

"The blood sugar level is normal, Sister Yun is not old, so it should be fine."

"Okay, call me then." Zheng Ren thought for a while and asked, "You ask if I can do the 64-row three-dimensional reconstruction, can I do it?"

"You?" Chang Yue was a little surprised.

"Yes." Zheng Ren said seriously: "Regular three-dimensional reconstruction is just a standard. I am a craftsman and need to make a customized three-dimensional reconstruction image according to my ideas."

Chang Yue frowned slightly. Since she came into contact with medical treatment, she had never heard of any clinician who wanted to do three-dimensional reconstruction by herself.

Mr. Zheng Ren and Mr. Zheng have been a young leader for several days and have undergone a hundred surgeries. Is it swelling?

Looking at Chang Yue's eyes, Zheng Ren knew what she was thinking.

However, if you want to explain this, it will waste too much saliva. The most important thing is that Zheng Ren feels that Chang Yue doesn't understand, which is beyond the cognition of ordinary clinicians.

Nowadays, hospitals are becoming more and more detailed in their divisions. The theory of wooden barrels does not exist at all.

As long as a certain degree of specialization reaches the master level, it will definitely be famous. Of course, Zheng Ren, who is promoted by relying on the power of the system, is not very famous because the time is too short.

There is no time to study in other disciplines. Medicine is an experimental science. Where can anyone have so much energy to practice one subject and one subject?

There are not many people who can see the video information of the auxiliary department, let alone reach out and operate it.

Private customization? That doesn't exist at all.

When the office was silent, Yang Lei had no sense of existence at all. He wrote a medical record on a computer in the corner. What happened had nothing to do with him.

Chang Yue became increasingly unable to understand Zheng Ren, but he was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I'll ask Su Yun."

"Where are others?" Zheng Ren then noticed that Su Yun, who had been following him like a ghost, was gone.

"Go to contact us to do the 64th platoon to compete for CT."

Chang Yue said, picking up his cell phone and starting to communicate with Su Yun.

Sure enough, Su Yun and Chang Yue's reactions were the same, but with Chang Yue's insistence, Su Yun quickly knelt down.

One thing defeats another thing, and the ancients are truly unlucky.

After 11 boxes of big green sticks drank Su Yun out of pieces, Su Yun probably wouldn't be able to raise his head in front of Chang Yue for the rest of his life.

"He said he would give it a try, it should be fine." Chang Yue finally turned off his phone, and said with a look of disbelief on his face.

Zheng Ren did not explain too much, and the emergency room office was silent again.

There was an acute appendicitis in the afternoon. Zheng Ren and Yang Lei came on stage and performed the operation.

It was about six o'clock after the operation. Zheng Ren stayed at Yang Lei for a while and went to the CT room to prepare for three-dimensional reconstruction by himself.

When I arrived at the door of the CT room, a voice came out.

"You young people nowadays really think they are omnipotent? I went to the imperial capital for further study five years ago, and the doctors on that side did not do the three-dimensional reconstruction themselves. It's so crazy that they are gone!"

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Chapter completed!