"Boss Zheng, this patient." The training doctor took Zheng Ren into the ward and came to the patient's bed.

Zheng Ren saw the patient lying on his side with expressionless face, looking at the sky outside the window, without any emotion in his eyes. He was like a dead fish thrown on the shore, but he was breathing.

"Wei Qingsen, Boss Zheng is here to see you." The training doctor and the patient said.

The patient didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear it. His eyes were staring out the window tightly, his eyes were a little dissipated and pale.

Zheng Ren felt that it was not just a patient who was lying on the bed. The noise just now seemed to have a major blow to him, and he was completely depressed and completely lost his life.

His stomach was very big and full of ascites. He was supposed to have difficulty breathing and remained half-lying. He was lying on his side, as if the air was not so sweet.

"Wei Qingsen?" Zheng Ren gently patted the patient's arm, but what he had encountered was a dead silence.

If it weren't for the system panel, Zheng Ren would have been so nervous that he would have checked his blood pressure and other vital signs.

In the hospital, it’s scary to watch without moving.

After carefully looking at the system panel twice, there was no new disease, Zheng Ren sighed.

The sadness is greater than the heart of death, I am afraid that this is what I see. According to the doctor of the study, the Wei Qingsen in front of me should be a successful and successful person in his career, but his final evening was desolate.

"Boss Zheng, can you use surveillance?" The doctor of the training school saw that Wei Qingsen did not say a word, and a sense of death was filled with his eyes. He was a little panicked and asked quickly.

"Go to the custody." Zheng Ren was not careless because of the existence of the system panel, and he still agreed to what the further study doctor said.

Soon, the nurse came in with an electrocardiogram monitor, pressed the electrode membrane for Wei Qingsen, and connected the line to detect vital signs.

The values ​​displayed on the screen are fine except for the slightly lower blood oxygen saturation.

The further study doctor was thinking of asking Wei Qingsen to answer the question. Although he had seen that the patient was hit hard, hepatic encephalopathy could not be ruled out.

"Stop tossing, I'm here to watch, you're busy with yours." Zheng Ren sat on the stool beside the bed and quietly looked at the patient.

The doctor in the study is still a little bit winking. Boss Zheng is sitting here and going to "busy" by himself? Isn't that a joke?

He stood beside Zheng Ren and did not dare to say a word. None of the other patients in the ward and the families of the patients dared to speak.

The scene was extremely awkward.

The doctor of the study looked at Boss Zheng's face from the side, feeling very young. He stood with his hands down, wanting to get close to the trap but dared not do anything, for fear of causing Boss Zheng's unhappiness.

After all, if such a bloody thing happened, no one would be happy, so don’t rush forward and get into trouble.

The room was very quiet, and only the blood pressure cuff connected to the ECG monitoring will make a blood pressure measurement sound every five minutes.

There are old patients in the ward, and some are new patients, and new patients are interspersed with each other. If the operation is done well, the reputation of the old patients is exchanged for the peace of mind of the new patients. This is a means.

Of course, the surgery must be done well before this trick can be used. If one patient has problems, all other patients may be suspicious of the hospital.

People influence and interact with each other, and it is not easy to control their own destiny.

The new and old patients are obviously familiar with each other. They all know that Boss Zheng did a good job in the 912 operation. They looked at Zheng Ren with awe in their hearts.

Zheng Ren did not call Wei Qingsen again, but just sat at the head of the bed and looked out the window with a scattered gaze. There seemed to be countless haze in his eyes covering the lively vitality.

He knew that even if the patient in front of him had surgery, he probably wouldn't live long.

People mostly live in a thought. Especially those who are dying, sometimes they can create miracles that doctors cannot believe for a thought.

While in Haicheng, Zheng Ren encountered a late stage of cancer. In order to wait for the New Year, the family stayed together for 7 days. On the morning of the first day of the Chinese New Year, he got up and sat on the bed, wiped his face, drank a bowl of porridge, and then left peacefully.

There are many such things, and the Oncology Department is also a time when patients die more during the Chinese New Year.

Just because of a thought, some people can go beyond medical judgment and endure it for a long time; some people die soon because they lose the desire to survive.

These are things that modern medicine cannot explain, but clinicians know.

After a long time, several family members came back with Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren looked up and saw that they no longer quarrels. Although they were not as intimate as a family and were unfamiliar as they were. However, they were just like this, and they completely lost the feeling of being tit-for-tat.

"Mr. Zheng, after all, let the family and the patients talk." Chang Yue's voice was a little hoarse.

Zheng Ren nodded, stood up and took a look at the ECG monitoring.

The vital signs were stable, he said in a deep voice: "Remember the values ​​and go back and write them in the medical record."

This is a way to prevent gentlemen but villains. Zheng Ren actually has no good way. He is worried that the patient and his family will have a quarrel, and he will have a heart attack directly.

Although there is no prompt on the big pig's hooves, it is better to be as careful as possible.

When he arrived at the corridor, Zheng Ren asked, "Is it solved?"

"The family members sit down and talk, their affairs are resolved." Chang Yue said coldly.

Zheng Ren heard something wrong from Chang Yue's words, and with the tone and expression that Chang Yue called him out just now, he confirmed his guess.

"The eldest daughter, the mistress now, each person has a house in the imperial capital, plus cash. I haven't said how much cash I have, and I have to continue talking about it." Chang Yue said, "The rest are all from the current wife."

“…”

Zheng Ren sighed, is this a legacy? But he is not dead yet!

But he didn't ask, and didn't ask much. The patient's family and how the patient would choose, it would be clearer.

The doctor of the study was a little moved that a house in the imperial capital was worth a lot of money even if it was outside the Fifth Ring Road.

He licked his lips with some envy.

【They say write quickly…】

The phone rang, and Zheng Ren took it out and took a look. It was Su Yun.

“I’m in a community hospital.”

"Oh, then you come on, I still need some time."

After briefly speaking, he hung up the phone.

The three of them stood in the corridor, and Fan Tianshui was walking back and forth in the distance, walking and tiger steps. The aura of a man like him alone was enough to suppress everyone else's desire to watch the fun.

More than ten minutes later, Zheng Ren heard a quarrel in the ward, and then a hoarse voice said: "Discharge and go home."

A few seconds later, Wei Qingsen's current wife came out. She greeted Zheng Ren and the doctor in a gentle manner.
Chapter completed!