Chapter 1192 I Won't Let You Go if I'm a Ghost

"The family is really going to give up?" Zheng Ren still didn't believe it.

"The diagnosis is not clear, the condition is quite special, and Director Zhang is not allowed to eat it. The circulatory department recommends observation, and then do some other tests." Su Yun spread his hands, "Because the food is not accurate, so the family is sure that something dirty has been committed, and directly asks to give up. ."

"Ah." Zheng Ren sighed.

"This is what the patient's father said. His lover does not agree, and he will not be discharged from the hospital." Su Yun said, "The one crying outside is the patient's lover. It is said that he has already done it. If he is discharged from the hospital, he will go home and die. The house will be set on fire, and the family will die together."

"..." So strong? Zheng Ren was speechless.

"To die, the whole family will die together, neatly." Su Yun sneered: "This is the original words of the patient's lover."

Zheng Ren was speechless. He was very reluctant to contact this kind of family conflict. No matter what the doctor said, it doesn't matter. Most of the time, the family reconciles and it is complete, and the participating doctors don't know when they are sold.

"Director Zhang is having a headache. She has to pick up Dr. Mayhal together in the afternoon." Su Yun suddenly smiled.

"Accept?" Zheng Ren thought to himself, what's the matter with her?

"Dr. Mehar and his wife are both leading figures in the department of circulatory medicine. Director Zhang's teacher is a student of the doctor's wife, so we are going to pick him up." Su Yun said.

"This is really a headache." Zheng Ren said with a blank face, then turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"I have no opinion on treatment and surgery. But there are obvious differences in the family. What do you want me to do?" Zheng Ren said.

What Zheng Ren said was right, and Su Yun had no choice. In addition, the attending physician who is not your own patient stands at the head of the bed to point fingers? Isn't that nonsense.

In short, no matter who it is, there is no good way.

Zheng Ren just took a look. He didn't see the patient's systematic diagnosis, and his family did not agree to the treatment, so why bother.

"Let's go, go back and prepare. You have finished sorting out the data of the TIPS operation." Zheng Ren asked.

"When you think about it, the cucumber dishes are cold." Su Yun scorned, "I sent you an email. You can take a look when you have time, so I can talk to Dr. Mayhal."

"There's nothing to say, it's going to cause trouble. What Dr. Charles can't do, you think I can do it?" Zheng Ren said lightly.

Regarding the Nobel Prize, it is not awarded to clinical procedures. This is a "rule" and an unspoken rule. Zheng Ren did not intend to solve this matter by himself.

It really doesn't matter if I can win the Nobel Prize or not.

Even if it can be obtained, it will take more than ten years or decades. When the time comes, there will be troubles and joys at that time. Who knows what the situation is?

While talking, the two walked slowly in the corridor outside the ICU ward. With the sound of footsteps behind him, Director Zhang of the Department of Circulation and his doctors strode over in a valiant manner, walking with wind.

Circulation department is like this, Zheng Ren knows.

In terms of emergency first aid, the circulatory department and the emergency department can be ranked as the best in the hospital. Even more urgent than the emergency department, it is impossible to walk without the wind. This is a habit formed over the years and cannot be changed.

Zheng Ren deliberately slowed down, he didn't want to greet Director Zhang. For example, Director Luo of the Department of Gastroenterology was the department where he had to go to the pier, so he went there holding his nose. But circulatory medicine and the current business do not overlap, Zheng Ren does not want to talk to people.

Saying hello in a fake way is boring.

Su Yun could feel what Zheng Ren was thinking, and especially despised this guy. Just like this, the 912-related departments were opened within a month, which is really a fortune.

Director Zhang changed his clothes and walked out of the ICU gate. As soon as the door was opened, the faint voices outside became clear and real.

The woman held a boy, pointed at an old man with gray hair in his sixties, and was scolding.

Zheng Ren had a headache when he heard it. Fortunately, it was not his patient. He took the time to go back and read books and materials. Dr. Mayhal would be coming in the afternoon. Although I am not interested in the Nobel Prize, there are some things that should be said.

There is always an ideal, but what if it is realized?

Su Yun was very trustworthy, and looked out while changing clothes.

Director Zhang tried to persuade the fight, but to no avail.

After the quarrel, the patient's lover cried too much and sat on the ground holding the child, looking a little pitiful. Zheng Ren saw that there were a lot of people, so he didn't think much about it. After passing through the crowd, he had to go back to the interventional department.

"Child, it's not that I don't want to save, Xiaozhi is your husband and my son, and the flesh is connected to the heart." The old man cried while saying, "The master said, this is all life. His brother passed away like this the year before last. , Now I have encountered the exact same situation again, what do you think I can do?"

"I don't care! Even if the family goes bankrupt, our mothers will be cured if they go begging for food!"

"Boss, do you look like Zou Jiahua's illness?" Su Yun asked suddenly.

Family history, ventricular fibrillation, and cardiac arrest are similar, but not as severe as Zou Jiahua. Zou Jiahua's illness, if not for the money, several emergency doctors are monitoring 24 hours a day, I am afraid that everyone will be gone.

Not to mention that money is a good thing, it can really buy life in many cases. Zheng Ren shook his head, just as he was about to say something, there was a loud commotion behind him, and when he looked back, the woman opened the window with the child in her arms, and was already standing up.

"Mother, I'm going to die here today with my child!" The woman was already crazy, her eyes were round and round, the corners of her eyes were faintly cracked, and there was a trace of blood flowing down.

Zheng Ren's heart was tense, his blood pressure soared, and his heart rate was 120 beats/min instantly.

With a thought, he moved his footsteps to the side, but at this time he saw that Su Yun was also doing normal movements, hiding in the crowd, in the same direction as he was moving.

Zheng Ren moved in another direction.

At the same time, Su Yun is also a common action.

Can you not be so synchronized, Zheng Ren wants to cry but has no tears. The woman stood on the window sill, holding the child in her hands, not holding the window frame at all. The wind was whimpering outside, and his body was swaying, ready to fall at any time.

The child is not big, only two or three years old. He looks around with ignorant eyes, not knowing what happened.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other, their eyes crossed, one turned to the left and the other to the right. This time they found the right direction.

"You come down, don't be impulsive!" Director Zhang Lin roared anxiously.

It was a mess, and no one could hear what was said.

The woman's face is firm, holding the child in one hand and pointing at the old man with one hand, her voice is sharp, her hair is blown away by the wind, like a ghost: "I am dead, I will go to you every day and see how your master saves you!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped down as soon as he moved.