Chapter 2330 Different Positions, Different Ideas

When Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned to the imperial capital, news from Nanshan City came back one after another.

Subsequent laboratory tests determined that the child had hepatolenticular degeneration, and he received copper depletion treatment. According to Zheng Ren's guess, after a period of treatment, the little patient's condition will improve little by little.

There is nothing to think about this kind of thing once you start the treatment.

It's just that Su Yun lost his temper over this matter, and Zheng Ren was also very annoyed. He thought of the Thunder King many years ago. At that time, playing games was called Internet addiction, but now it is all about e-sports.

There is no reason to use electric shocks to keep children from playing games. Zheng Ren was a little annoyed when he thought of this.

Even if there is no hepatolenticular degeneration disease, a well-behaved child is sent to a mental hospital to start taking drugs for treating mental diseases, that will not work.

Hope the little patient gets better soon.

After the operation the next day, Zheng Ren turned on his phone after changing his clothes, and saw Director Zhao sent him a WeChat message, talking about the reconciliation between the patient's family and the hospital, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"It's nothing to look at, and there will be more and more things like this in the future. Everyone wants to maintain a good communication with you, and if they can't, they don't want to offend you."

"You acted a little out of control yesterday." Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and said.

"It's okay, actually I was going to scold the child's family, but you preempted me." Su Yun said, "Send the child to a mental hospital every now and then, what are you doing?"

"There are too many people doing things in the name of your own good, so let's do it." Zheng Ren knew that there were too many things implied in this matter.

Can't explain clearly, don't make sense. Anyway, my responsibility is to cure diseases and save people, and it is enough to do what I can do well, and thinking too much is just messing up my mind in vain.

"Let's go and have a look at Mr. Zhou." Su Yun said with a smile, "At the end of June, this batch of hospitalizations will be over. Mr. Zhou is probably counting the days on his fingers."

"Okay." Zheng Ren thought for a while, and said, "Is there anything to do this afternoon, let's go and see Director Miao?"

"I'll go..." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, as if looking at a stranger impolitely, "Boss, I thought you forgot Director Miao."

"How could it be?" Zheng Ren said, "To be honest, I still can't muster up the courage to go to see Director Miao. Whenever I think of Director Miao, I feel that I am facing a difficult problem. I can't think too much about this kind of thing. If there are too many people, they will involuntarily become vulnerable."

"Cut." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren contemptuously, "Just say you're cowardly. Mr. Yu told me several times that Director Miao's condition is recovering well, and he was able to go for a walk recently. He always said he wanted to look at you."

Zheng Ren smiled. Several times when Su Yun brought up this topic, he was distracted by himself.

Everyone has life and death, and the operation that no one dared to do, Director Miao did it, but in the end he was harassed by his family members and had a psychological breakdown.

Questions for the patient's family? Zheng Ren thought so at first, but after calming down for a few months, when he remembered it occasionally, he gradually changed his mind.

The patient's family members were also psychologically broken. At that time, Director Miao was the only person he could confide in.

Who knows, there are countless interpretations of this kind of thing, the key depends on how you think about it.

Zheng Ren still remembered that he was crying helplessly in the operating room of the system, his heart ached as if he had been stabbed in by a knife and stirred twice.

Time is a good medicine to heal your wounds. Although Director Miao was the one who was injured on the surface, Zheng Ren knew that as a witness, he also suffered a blow.

After being enlightened by Director Pan, I figured it out. But a wound is a wound, and it takes time to heal.

To be able to face this matter correctly, at least Zheng Ren thinks so, he should take a look at Director Miao.

While chatting, the two came to the emergency department.

There are no loud footsteps in the corridor, this is a leisurely time in the emergency department. When passing by the emergency room, Zheng Ren glanced inside, it was empty.

If only the room was empty all the time.

Zhou Litao is in his duty room, writing a thesis.

"Mr. Zhou is studying?" Su Yun asked angrily.

"Brother Yun, don't laugh at me. The hospitalization is coming to an end, so we have to look forward." Zhou Litao laughed, "There are no national-level projects, no solid SCI..."

In 912, there are more monks than porridge, basically in a state of one radish and one pit. It's different from prefecture-level hospitals that have enough things and can be promoted smoothly. In 912, if you want to be awarded the title of deputy chief physician, you have to go shopping.

It seems a bit unfair, but there is no good way to do it. The same chief physician has a different gold content than 912.

Zhou Litao is making preparations. Excellent SCI articles, national-level, at least imperial-level natural science foundations are eligible for promotion.

"Let me see what project." Su Yun smiled and turned to Zhou Litao's notebook to take a look.

"Don't, don't." Zhou Litao felt a little embarrassed in front of the two top students, and immediately closed his notebook.

"Tsk tsk, boss, you said Mr. Zhou is so unsocial, what can we do in the future." Su Yun said sarcastically.

Zhou Litao was a little confused.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Let Su Yun take a look after writing. The way of writing and narrating is different from ours. There are still many small points that need to be paid attention to. Then there are Su Yun and the editor over there." Familiar, while not getting a worthless article published in The Lancet or New England, he can shorten the process."

Su Yun looked at Zhou Litao proudly.

"Thank you, Brother Yun." Zhou Litao said immediately, "Thank you."

"I suggest New England, you see a lot of weird little cases in the emergency department, find a particularly rare one and write about it."

Su Yun gave Zhou Litao his advice.

Zhou Litao nodded frequently.

"How about your girlfriend?" Su Yun asked.

"Uh..." Zhou Litao showed embarrassment, and then said: "Let's advance first, and my girlfriend is not in a hurry."

"This is to start a career first and then a family. Anyway, if you become the deputy chief physician, it may be easier to find a girlfriend." Su Yun said.

"How's Mr. Cui?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's still the same." Zhou Litao shook his head slowly, "Bodily functions can still be maintained, but I think Mr. Cui doesn't want to live like this anymore."

"I'll go chat with Mr. Cui in a few days." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"By the way, Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, Mr. Cui asked about your Nobel Prize projects a few times. He said, if he can see you winning the Nobel Prize, he will die in peace."

"Don't tell me, let me tell you, there is a possibility of winning the Nobel Prize this year..." Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren.

"Fifty-five."