Chapter 2365 The Evening Scene Is Bleak (Leader Bang Jingagen 3)

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

Zheng Ren saw the patient lying on his side expressionlessly, looking at the sky outside the window, his eyes were not bright at all. It's like a dead fish thrown on the shore, but it's still breathing.

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

The patient didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear, his eyes were fixed on the window, his eyes were a little lax and pale.

Zheng Ren felt that it was not just a patient lying on the bed. The noise just now seemed to have dealt a major blow to him, and his whole body was sluggish and lifeless.

His stomach was huge, full of ascites, and he was supposed to be having difficulty breathing and had been in a semi-recumbent position. He just lay on his side, and it seemed that even the air was not so sweet.

"Wei Qingsen?" Zheng Ren patted the patient's arm lightly, but what was greeted was a dead silence.

If it weren't for the system panel, Zheng Ren would have checked his blood pressure and other vital signs in a panic.

In the hospital, it was scary to watch so motionless.

After carefully checking the system panel twice, Zheng Ren sighed and found that there was no new disease.

Sadness is worse than death, I'm afraid it's just like this. According to the trainee doctor, the Wei Qingsen in front of him should be a successful person with a successful career, but his final evening was bleak.

"Boss Zheng, do you want to use supervision?" Seeing that Wei Qingsen was silent and there was a dead air in his eyes, the doctor in training hurriedly asked.

"Go to guardianship." Zheng Ren didn't get careless because of the existence of the system panel, he still agreed with what the doctor said.

Soon, a nurse came in with an ECG monitor, pressed the electrode film on Wei Qingsen, and connected to check his vital signs.

The values ​​displayed on the screen are all right except that the blood oxygen saturation is slightly lower.

The trainee doctor still wanted to ask Wei Qingsen to answer the questions. Although he could see that the patient had suffered a severe blow, he could not rule out hepatic encephalopathy.

"Don't worry about it, I'll watch it here, you are busy with your work." Zheng Ren sat on the small stool beside the bed, quietly looked at the patient and said.

The trainee doctor still kind of winked. Boss Zheng is sitting here and going to "busy" by himself? Isn't that a joke?

He stood beside Zheng Ren, not daring to say a word. Other patients and family members of patients in the ward did not dare to speak.

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

The training doctor looked at Boss Zheng's face from the side, feeling really young in his heart. He stood with his hands down, wanting to get close but dared not do anything, for fear of causing Boss Zheng's displeasure.

After all, no one would be happy that such a bloody thing happened, so I better not rush to get into trouble.

The room is very quiet, only the blood pressure cuff connected to the ECG will make the sound of blood pressure measurement every five minutes.

Some of the wards are old patients, some are new patients, and the old and new patients are interspersed with each other. It is a means to exchange the word-of-mouth of old patients for the peace of mind of new patients if the operation is well done.

Of course, the surgery must be done well to use this trick. If one patient has a problem, it can make all other patients suspicious of the hospital.

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

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

Zheng Ren didn't call Wei Qingsen anymore, just sat on the bedside and watched him look out of the window with slack eyes. There seemed to be countless hazes in his eyes that blocked the vivid vitality.

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

Most people live a single thought. Especially for dying people, sometimes a single thought can create miracles that even doctors can't believe.

When he was in Haicheng, Zheng Ren encountered a terminal cancer. In order to wait for the family reunion during the Chinese New Year, he lived for 7 days. Early in the morning of the first day of the new year, I got up and sat on the bed, my family wiped my face, drank a bowl of porridge, and then left peacefully.

There are many such things, and the Chinese New Year in the oncology department is also a time when patients die more frequently.

Just because of a thought, some people can survive for a long time beyond the medical judgment; some people die soon because they have no 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 were no longer arguing. Although not as intimate as a family, it seems unfamiliar. But it's just like this, the feeling of tit for tat before is completely gone.

"Boss Zheng, we're done talking, let the family members and the patient have a chat." Chang Yue's voice was a little hoarse.

Zheng Ren nodded, stood up and glanced at the ECG monitor.

The vital signs were stable, and he said in a deep voice, "Remember the value and write it down in the medical record."

This is a way to guard against gentlemen but not villains, and Zheng Ren actually has no good way. He was worried that the patient and his family members would quarrel and suffer a myocardial infarction.

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

Coming to the corridor, Zheng Ren asked, "Solved?"

"The family members sat down and talked, and their matter was resolved." Chang Yue said coldly.

Zheng Ren heard something wrong in Chang Yue's words, plus the tone and expression that Chang Yue called him out just now, he sat down to confirm his guess.

"The eldest daughter, and now the younger third, each of them has a house in the imperial capital, plus cash. I didn't say how much cash, we have to continue to discuss." Chang Yue said, "The rest belong to the current wife."

"..."

Zheng Ren sighed, is this an inheritance? But the person is not dead yet!

But he didn't ask, not a word. It couldn't be clearer how the patient's family members and the patient himself will choose.

The trainee doctor is a little bit emotional, a house in the imperial capital is worth a lot of money even if it is outside the Fifth Ring Road.

He licked his lips enviously.

【They said write quickly...】

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

"I'm in a community hospital."

"Oh, come on then, I need some time on my side."

After speaking briefly, he hung up the phone.

The three stood in the corridor, and in the distance was Fan Tianshui walking back and forth, walking like a dragon or a tiger. Just the aura exuded by a man like him is enough to suppress everyone else's desire to watch the excitement.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren heard scolding coming from the ward, and then a hoarse voice said: "Discharged, go home."

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

Then she said to Chang Yue very kindly: "Doctor Chang, I'm sorry to make you laugh. Old Wei said that he is going to be discharged from the hospital. You can go through the formalities here, and I will sign."