Chapter 112: 0110 Means of Wandering Between Light and Darkness

Zheng Ren took out his phone and made a call to the Emergency Department.

Soon, the stretcher arrived, and the orderly came running, out of breath.

"It's fine," Zheng Ren whispered to the orderly.

"Causing trouble?" the orderly, experienced and knowledgeable, glanced around and guessed roughly.

"Yeah." After a brief exchange, Zheng Ren and the orderly heaved the troublemaker onto the stretcher and rushed to the Emergency Department.

Arriving at the Emergency Department, without looking for an observation ward, Zheng Ren pushed the stretcher into an empty treatment room, closed the door, and said solemnly: "The condition is serious; the patient is already unconscious; this is a big deal."

The young traffic policeman's face turned white with fear.

Lacking social experience, he could not discern the true meaning behind Zheng Ren's words.

"Prepare for rescue!" Zheng Ren blinked his eyes, signaling the young traffic policeman, but continued speaking solemnly.

Afterwards he went out, found the night-shift nurse, and whispered a few instructions.

The nurse's eyes crinkled with laughter, "Chief Zheng, with your thick brows and big eyes, how can you be so bad?"

"Drunk driving, causing trouble— isn't that enough?" Zheng Ren said with a chuckle.

In the hospital, the most annoying things are drunk driving and drunkenness.

Zheng Ren doesn't mind drinking, but when someone with poor alcohol tolerance drinks too much, they become another person, and many human tragedies occur unnoticed.

For example, a student who has the college entrance exam the next day, while taking a walk, is hit by a drunk driver and turned into a vegetative state. For example, a husband walking with his pregnant wife is swept away by a drunk driver……

Therefore, Zheng Ren despises such people the most.

Zheng Ren is indeed a good person, but not purely so; he has his own judgment. At times, he will violate regulations and use small tricks behind the scenes.

For example, this time.

The nurse went to get medicine, then came to the treatment room and began injecting the drug into the drunk troublemaker's vein.

Then she hung a bottle of IV and set it to full speed.

"If he wakes up, it should be fine; if not, he'll need to be sent for rescue," Zheng Ren said solemnly, speaking off the cuff.

The young traffic policeman was drenched in cold sweat, unaware of what inner struggle he had gone through; he likely imagined in his mind being suspended after the incident and a miserable fate.

"No… no… maybe?" the young traffic policeman trembled all over, speaking haltingly.

Zheng Ren patted his shoulder to comfort him.

The young traffic policeman still didn't understand Zheng Ren's meaning; his mind was probably blank.

"Doctor, could there be a problem?" the young traffic policeman said pitifully, "I really didn't hit him."

"We'll see the drug's effect." Zheng Ren had a relaxed expression but a solemn tone: "We just used a potent medicine; if the patient wakes up, it's fine; if not, he'll need to be hospitalized."

After saying that, Zheng Ren turned and left, not even glancing at the troublemaker feigning unconsciousness.

Sitting on the red plastic chair by the door, Zheng Ren stated the situation in the group chat and then inquired about that side.

Zheng Yunxia's enhanced CT scan is done; now everyone has returned to the Emergency Department ward, discussing going out to eat.

Zheng Ren was speechless; every time, everyone leaves him behind for a group meal. Although he doesn't like eating meals or lively gatherings, he feels abandoned by the world.

This feeling makes Zheng Ren somewhat unhappy.

Xie Yiren seemed to sense Zheng Ren's mood through the screen and was arranging to bring him food.

Chang Yue said in the group, after checking the wards again and finding all patients stable, that Zheng Ren could return when free, no need to rush.

Afterwards the chat group fell silent.

Damn, they're going out to eat; Zheng Ren helplessly closed his phone.

Go ahead, go ahead, young people just like bustle; he thought to himself, feeling old-fashioned.

About five minutes later, the treatment room door suddenly opened; a person reeking of alcohol, unsteady on his feet, shot out at great speed.

In the background, the young traffic policeman stared wide-eyed at everything before him.

All this exceeded his understanding of the world— what happened? A troublemaker who was clearly pretending to die disregarded legal sanctions and stopped feigning unconsciousness.

Could it be that the doctor just gave a medicine that makes one's conscience surface?

Out of instinct, the young traffic policeman followed behind the troublemaker.

"The restroom is left ahead," Zheng Ren shouted from behind.

"…" the young traffic policeman stumbled.

A few minutes later, the troublemaker walked back, head down and discouraged; he no longer pretended to be dead, because what had just happened was enough to explain everything.

Then an older police officer arrived at the scene, clarified the situation, pointed at the troublemaker's nose and scolded him, gaining absolute advantage in momentum and morality, then assigned the young traffic policeman to handle blood drawing and follow-up tasks.

"Brother, thanks for what just happened," the older officer said with a jianghu emphasis, but Zheng Ren thought it was fine.

"No problem, it's only right."

"Want a smoke?"

"Let's go."

The two went outside; the cold wind whooshed, Zheng Ren tightened his white coat, took the cigarette offered by the older officer, and took a deep drag.

It's not easy for either doctors or police.

If they really started complaining, one mouthful of grumbling could blow to the ends of the earth.

The two chatted briefly, exchanged contact information; seeing Zheng Ren lightly dressed, the older officer extinguished his cigarette, tossed it into the ashtray on the trash can, and bade farewell.

Zheng Ren made a round of the Emergency Department; the weather gradually turned cold, the Emergency Department Surgery was not busy, as hardly anyone gets drunk and fights at midnight. But the Emergency Department Medicine became busy, with the number of cerebral hemorrhage and myocardial infarction patients surging.

In frigid regions, it's unsuitable for human habitation; if these patients were in southern coastal areas, they'd probably be fine.

Zheng Ren made a round, then returned to the Emergency Department ward.

Only the night-shift nurse sat alone at the nurse station; Zheng Ren greeted her and returned to the office to start reading.

Half an hour later, Zheng Ren received a call from the older officer.

He again expressed thanks over the phone, after all, without Zheng Ren's handling that skirted the rules, this matter would have been very troublesome to deal with.

Zheng Ren exchanged a few polite words, then hung up the phone.

He gave the ruffian furosemide, and the infused liquid was mannitol.

If treated according to cerebral hemorrhage, the medication used would not be particularly out of the ordinary. The key is that, after a dual approach, the ruffian's bodily fluids turned into urine in the bladder in an extremely short time.

Really, it's courting death.

But Zheng Renye has also seen the kind of tough guy who would rather wet himself.

Such tough guys, after repeated examinations confirm they're fine, then start urinary catheterization, once every one or two hours.

Basically, few people can endure the pain of urethral irritation from extorting a few bucks while continuing to feign unconsciousness.

Once it's settled, Zheng Ren shook his head and forgot about it completely.

Such a minor incident is just a small part of the daily life of the Emergency Department, not even a tiny ripple.

The true storms are all kinds of bizarre major resuscitations that send adrenaline soaring and cause the high-energy phosphate bonds of ATP to snap crackle and pop.

This night was still Silence, two hours later Zheng Ren made another round of the wards before patients slept, carried out the appropriate measures, and finally finished reading the book Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery.

Su Yun also happened to return to Jizhenbingfang, having eaten and drunk his fill.