The Surgeon's Studio

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It must be because of boss Zheng that the provincial Hospital used Changfeng's medical consumables. The liver and gallbladder of the imperial capital must be the same reason. On the second day in Chang Feng, Liu Xiaojie "quickly" found out the reason. However, she still couldn't completely believe that these things were beyond her understanding of this world. A few hours passed by. Zheng Ren contacted Su Yun in the car. However, Su Yun was eating and drinking with Zhao Yunlong and the others. She only gave Zheng Ren a few perfunctory words and was done. 'It seems that without me around, everyone's life is good without having to work hard,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. Zheng Ren wanted to go back to the Palme d 'or, but he was worried about director Miao. He asked Xie Yiren for permission and went to Room 912. Feng Xuhui drove professor Liu to a hotel and didn't follow them. When he arrived at the ICU, Zheng Ren walked in quietly and saw President Yu dozing off on the chair by the bed. The monitor's display told Zheng renmiao that his condition was stable. The red color on the system interface had also faded a little. It seemed that his condition had improved. The worst case scenario, cerebral hemorrhage, dick, and other complications did not occur. Good, good. Zheng Ren glanced at director Miao. With a tracheal tube inserted and countless instruments and wires connected to his body, he used mechanical power to carefully protect his fragile life so that this weak flame of life would not be extinguished. Department Director Miao was a little thin. He did not know if it was his subjective opinion or because he had not eaten for two to three days and only had high intravenous nutrition. However, this was not a big deal. Zheng Ren gently touched director Miao's pale face, then turned around and walked to the doctor's computer. He began to look for director Miao's latest test results. In two days, there were hundreds of tests. Zheng Ren started from the beginning. After nearly half an hour, Zheng Ren finally finished reading the test report from the beginning. His overall condition could be said to be recovering very quickly, which might be related to the timely surgery. It could also be related to the emergency treatment that the 912 hospital had done at all costs. In the past two days, there had been eight consultations in the entire hospital, and almost all the members of the health care team had participated. Of course, other than Zheng Ren, Su Yun did not seem to have participated. Many specialists from other hospitals had also come. The treatment results were satisfactory. It almost represented the highest medical technology level in the country. Zheng Ren closed his workstation quietly and felt more at ease. If there were no special circumstances, director Miao should be considered alive. Zheng Ren was sure of this. All that was left was for time to wear down his physical and mental trauma. In this world, there was no better medicine than time. Zheng Ren walked out of the ICU in silence. So be it. At least for now, the situation was satisfactory. Zheng Ren took a deep breath. He felt that there was still some negative energy in his body. He would get into the car after it dissipated. Zheng Ren didn't want to pass this negative energy to Yiren. In his opinion, as long as he got on the voluptuous Volvo, he would be home. Don't bring any fatigue and other negative emotions into the car. This was the first time he had lost his composure because of Department Director Miao. However, Zheng Ren was awake now. He left a message for Yiren and strolled around the hospital. Even though he had gone through a lot of surgeries after returning to Sea city and had not properly rested, Zheng Ren felt full of energy. 'I really have a hard life,' Zheng Ren thought and smiled. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the outpatient department. There were many people waiting in the hall on the first floor to register. There were plenty of people who couldn't afford a scalper, and this was a way for them to get a new life. Many people came with bedding, and Zheng Ren knew that they might not be patients. They might just be the scalpers 'subordinates who were only responsible for registration. (Note 1) Looking at the people who were registering, Zheng Ren thought of Wu Hui. Maybe the treatment would be delayed in the community Hospital, but it was impossible for a high – Level doctor to save everyone. But who could tell what was right and wrong? Zheng Ren suddenly noticed that the system panel had turned bright red. Some were seriously ill! Zheng Ren walked toward the bright red background. When he got closer, he saw a tattered mattress on the marble floor of the clinic, and a woman in her forties was lying on it. Her face was red, probably caused by her fever. Her hair was a mess, and it was obvious that it had not been washed for a long time. It was a little greasy and dirty. The man's hand gently caressed her cheek. Although he looked rude to himself, he was full of love for the woman. This time, the system's diagnosis was very confusing. At least, in Zheng Ren's opinion, it was just a case of delayed appendectomy, chronic pneumoperitoneum, abdominal effusion, and multiple infectious organ deformities. There were many diagnoses, but none of them were too special. As for multiple organ deformities, people had heard the most about the mirror people. In other words, the organs on the left were on the right, and the organs on the right were on the left. Zheng Ren had also heard of the situation where a heart was in the abdominal cavity. He was already in his forties. Even if he had an organ deformity, it was nothing. If it was serious, he would have died long ago. There was no way he could have lived to this age. But what was the problem? Looking at the color of the system interface, if this person waited for his name to be registered, his condition would probably become even worse, and he would not even have the chance to perform surgery. "Where are you guys from? Are we lining up here for registration?" Zheng Ren walked over, squatted down, and asked. A man with an unkempt beard glared at Zheng Ren and said,""If you don't have the money to buy a high – priced consultation ticket, get lost!" Zheng Ren smiled and did not mind. This person probably thought he was a number trafficker, so he was so rude. However, he was also in a difficult position. He was wearing casual clothes, so what should he say? If he said that he was the doctor of 912, would the others rush to him to treat him? Zheng Ren smiled bitterly as he was already making himself uncomfortable by doing this. "I'm not a trafficker. I'm a fortune – teller. " Zheng Ren said without thinking. The bearded man looked at Zheng Ren in confusion. "It's up to you to believe it or not. " Zheng Ren was about to continue spouting nonsense when someone beside him rebuked,""There are many masters here. Which sect are you from? tell me." One look and one could tell that this person was a scalper who had stayed up all night to queue up. He was laughing and using himself to pass the time. Zheng Ren didn't mind. He moved closer to the bearded man and whispered,""The patient's condition hasn't improved after her appendectomy, and she still has a persistent fever. Your local hospital didn't treat her well, so she came to Beijing, right?" The bearded man's eyes were wide open as he looked at Zheng Ren in shock. Then, his eyes glowed as if he had seen hope. "Master ..." …… …… [Note 1: this was a situation from many years ago. I haven't been to the capital or a large tertiary Grade A hospital for a long time. It is said that his condition is slightly better now?] However, this part was set by the outline, so it was described like this. Everyone, please forgive me.