Chapter 111: 0109 Drunken Ruffian

The daily routine of the emergency department is emergency rescue; Zheng Yunxia is just an interlude, an accident.

During the day, a patient with acute appendicitis and another with acute cholecystitis arrived; because the appendicitis patient hadn't fasted long enough, surgery wasn't done immediately. After the gallbladder removal, they went ahead and did the appendectomy.

Three surgeries a day—neither many nor few—just the usual.

No major hemorrhage requiring resuscitation, Zheng Ren felt satisfied; his luck was good today. The urology department's rescue and follow‑up treatment? That's a headache for the urology doctors; Zheng Ren just needs to do the surgery.

The day passed uneventfully; Chang Yue didn't get off work, and at half past seven she, together with Xie Yiren and the Chu sisters, bustled Zheng Yunxia off for a 64‑slice scan.

Of course, the key person—Su Yun—was indispensable.

Because many people were queuing for auxiliary examinations, medical staff bringing acquaintances to jump the queue would cause trouble. So the hospital strictly forbade the practice.

If one really had to do it, it could be done after work, using personal connections, provided the doctors in the auxiliary department were willing to work overtime.

Su Yun is the sort of person who makes others willing to work overtime till the ends of the earth.

Nothing was happening in the ward, so Zheng Ren also went along to the CT room—it wasn't far, and a phone call could bring him back.

Although it was already evening, the flow of people in the CT room remained incessant.

There were traffic accident victims and people injured in fights, but none were serious.

In the inner room of the CT suite for contrast‑enhanced CT, a woman in her forties was on the phone.

Seeing them arrive, the woman made a gesture, indicating they should take Zheng Yunxia into the CT room.

Xie Yiren had already inserted an indwelling needle in Zheng Yunxia for the contrast agent. Soon the woman finished her call and began setting up the high‑pressure injector.

"Su Yun, you're too influential—you don't show up for a year and a half," the woman muttered while bustling about.

Su Yun stood beside her with a smile, "You see what you're saying, Sister Zhao—it's really that I have no time."

"How many times have I invited you to eat? After my loved one's cerebral hemorrhage left the ICU, I've kept asking you out, yet you keep putting me off." Sister Zhao's nagging was tinged with enthusiasm.

Zheng Ren heard this and felt a bit ashamed. It turned out his guess was wrong; from what he heard, Su Yun must have been giving full effort in the ICU to rescue Sister Zhao's loved one, who was then discharged smoothly.

"This guy still has some ability," Zheng Ren thought.

"I'm heading to the emergency department now—I'll be even busier. But… rest assured, Sister Zhao, I'll definitely invite you to eat in a few days. How is the older brother recovering?"

"Thanks to you, the rehab is almost done; only the left hand still has slight distal numbness, but that's nothing."

After the high‑pressure injector and contrast agent were set up, Xie Yiren skillfully connected them, and everyone withdrew from the CT room.

The machine started up; the high‑frequency noise made Zheng Ren a little uncomfortable. The hissing sound, though it does no real harm to the body, still seemed too loud to him.

Stepping out of the CT control room, Zheng Ren took a deep breath and felt much fresher.

A clamor came from the lobby.

In the hospital, noisy quarrels are trivial—whether between patients' families, between the parties causing trouble, or between families and medical staff; Zheng Ren had seen it all.

As for that, Zheng Ren really had no curiosity at all.

But the noise grew louder, and amid the vague words Zheng Ren caught the phrases "beating someone" and "police."

With nothing else to do, Zheng Ren strolled into the lobby.

In the lobby, a few hundred square meters filled with the sour smell of alcohol, a red‑faced man lay on the ground, shouting that the police were beating him while rolling around.

A young, rather lightweight traffic officer stood helplessly to one side, looking innocent and unsure what to do.

"The police are beating me!!!" Seeing the officer wilt, the drunkard became even more arrogant, his shouts growing louder.

Zheng Ren shook his head; he had already guessed about seventy‑percent of the truth.

It must be a drunk driver who was caught, brought to the hospital to have blood drawn for evidence. As for why he came for a CT, probably because he claimed he'd been hit and felt dizzy, which led to this scene.

"Doesn't look like anything serious," Zheng Ren muttered to himself as he walked over.

His voice wasn't loud, not the kind that carries clearly to everyone when trying to break up a fight.

Only the drunkard thrashing on the ground and the young officer could hear him clearly.

"Doctor, look…" the young officer said, embarrassed. Seeing Zheng Ren in a white coat, he assumed he was a doctor and clung to him like a lifeline.

"Usually, if there's a fuss, there's nothing to worry about—don't worry." Zheng Ren continued softly, "The truly frightening thing is the one who stays silent."

"Just do a check and we'll know, right?" the officer urged anxiously.

"Not necessarily; there's a possibility of delayed intracranial hemorrhage," Zheng Ren said.

"But… I didn't hit him at all," the officer said, on the verge of tears.

"I'm not an inspector—I can't handle this." Zheng Ren said, "If the patient were serious, we'd admit him; but judging by the situation, he should be fine."

Zheng Ren noticed the drunkard rolling on the ground sneak a glance at him, after which the rolling slowed down and eventually faded into silence.

Seeing this, the young officer was stunned stupid.

If he really had struck him, the officer would accept it, but… he felt wronged……

Through the system panel Zheng Ren clearly judged that the patient merely had an extremely high blood‑alcohol level and no cerebral hemorrhage or similar condition, which put his mind at ease.

"Give me a hand—first do a CT, then admit him," Zheng Ren said solemnly.

The young officer was already dazed; when someone stepped forward to direct what to do next, he instinctively followed.

They lifted the drunk onto the CT table, closed the lead door, and began the head CT; only then did Zheng Ren smile and say, "Scared you, huh?"

When they lifted the drunk hooligan onto the CT Shi's bed, the Lead door closed, and they began the head CT, Zheng Ren finally laughed and said, "You got scared, didn't you?"

"Just get used to it—call your master and have him come help you handle this," Zheng Ren chuckled.

"I…" the officer's face flushed red, his fists clenched, full of grievance with nowhere to vent.

Being a doctor is just as miserable a job as any—looks glamorous, but run into a street‑wise thug and you're left dumbfounded; Zheng Ren sighed and decided to give the young officer a hand.

"Don't dare? Then find a friendly veteran cop to back you up, and leave the rest to me," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Not daring? Then find an old police officer you have a good relationship with to back you up, and leave the rest to me." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"I'm the inpatient chief of the emergency department, Zheng Ren." Having said that, Zheng Ren went to the control room, "I'll go check the results."

The CT was done; Zheng Ren glanced at it, saw no signs of bleeding, confirmed that, then entered the CT room and said, "The patient's condition is serious—I'll call a gurney."

The CT scan was already done; Zheng Ren glanced over and saw no signs of bleeding. After confirming this, he then entered the CT room and said, "The patient's condition is very serious; I'll call a gurney."

The little traffic cop froze…… Which sentence is true, which is false?

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Please give me a recommendation ticket, the gods are fighting for monthly tickets, someone like me, a mere mortal, seeing a recommendation ticket already makes me overjoyed. A new day, a new recommendation ticket, thanks for the trouble, everyone.