Chapter 1141: 1112 Mother Tiger, Two (Silver Alliance Yun Jian? Still Mist extra 9)

1112 Mother Tiger, Two (Silver Alliance Yun Jian? Still Mist extra 9)

Director Qian of the ICU wasn't at home, reportedly went to Sheng Cheng for an academic conference.

But it doesn't matter that he's absent, the patient's blood pressure is stable. Diagnosis is clear, the on-duty doctor didn't need any special measures; routine pain relief and blood pressure control were enough.

After looking at the patient's condition, Director Pan waved his hand, Shou Bing!

Zheng Ren habitually had Director Pan go rest, while he himself hurriedly prepared to do the pre-op briefing. Chang Yue wasn't there, so he had to do it himself.

Sitting in front of the ICU office computer, Zheng Ren clacked away at the pre-op briefing when a little nurse came over, her face slightly red, she asked softly: "Chief Zheng, when did you get back?"

I arrived at dawn.

The little nurse completely failed to notice that Zheng Ren had arrived at dawn and just started working. She plucked up her courage and asked: "Did Yun Ge'er also come back?"

"No, he's in Di Du." Zheng Ren continued clacking away.

The little nurse let out a disappointed "oh".

Zheng Ren had no appeal to her; with Su Yun not back, the little nurses' work enthusiasm had waned considerably.

Zheng Ren knew full well that he couldn't compare to Su Yun.

There's nothing to be jealous about; Su Yun would still wonder why his Shou Bing went well. Zheng Ren finished the pre-op briefing, glanced at the patient's name, and went with the on-duty doctor to find the patient's family.

"Chief Zheng, the patient's family seems a bit Strange, be careful." The on-duty doctor said to Zheng Ren on the way.

"Hmm, I also see a bit of a problem, but we'll see how it goes." Zheng Ren recalled the Middle-aged Woman's slightly cold face and the transfer matter, having a clear idea in his mind.

"Chief Zheng, did you go abroad the past few days?"

"Yeah, I went abroad to have a look." Zheng Ren said modestly, but everyone knew about his livestream teaching Shou Bing.

At this moment, his modesty came off as pretentious.

The on-duty doctor sighed, finding it hard to publish even a paper with a Chinese prefix, while Chief Zheng went abroad to do Shou Bing; the gap between them was like heaven and earth.

A noise of arguing and crying came from outside, chaotic.

Zheng Ren's heart tightened; he walked carefully, picking up the pre-op briefing to review it again.

No problem, I've written down even the rare points. Besides, my interventional skills have reached the peak; there really isn't anyone who could say they do a better Shou Bing than me.

Even so, Zheng Ren felt a bit nervous.

He opened the door and saw, to his astonishment, a woman in her seventies and the cold-faced woman who had followed earlier, shouting at each other.

Their words were vulgar, the two like angry mother tigers, glaring at each other, neither willing to back down an inch.

If it weren't for others nearby pulling them apart, they'd have already come to blows.

Zheng Ren's hand went numb; even as a doctor with rich clinical experience, he had no idea what to do.

The ICU doctor, seeing this, wanted to avoid it—this kind of family affair, better not to get involved if possible; wait until they tire out to talk, otherwise they might bring trouble upon themselves.

But Zheng Ren couldn't avoid it; the patient had an aortic dissection. If nothing was wrong, lasting a day or two would be normal, but if something was wrong, he might already be dead.

Such a situation waits for no one; there's simply no time to wait for their argument to end.

"Cough cough! Shen Hua's family! Someone who can sign!" Zheng Ren raised his volume, speaking from the side.

The two women didn't notice Zheng Ren at all, not even hearing his words, still arguing and shouting at each other.

"Shen Hua is about to die, what are you arguing about!" Zheng Ren raised his voice again.

They say reason doesn't lie in volume, but that's not true many times. A louder voice gives more presence; otherwise, if Zheng Ren had a dozen black-suited bodyguards behind him, it would achieve the same effect.

But the doctor's presence now is hard to muster; that's just how it is.

Zheng Ren's voice cut off their argument; the two mother tigers turned their heads, glaring at him.

"Who are you? Shen Hua was fine, how could he just die!" the Middle-aged Woman shouted: "It's you guys at City First Hospital wanting money for death, refusing to let him be transferred no matter what!"

"It's not him; if you hadn't pushed Hua Zi, could he have jumped off a building in the middle of the night? My poor son!" the old lady said, wailing.

Chaotic, Zheng Ren felt a stabbing pain in his head.

"It's not that we won't allow transfer; you sign now, acknowledging the patient has an aortic dissection aneurysm, the family strongly requests transfer and acknowledges the patient could die at any moment, taking responsibility for any consequences. Write this line once, sign your name, and you can leave anytime—no one will stop you." Zheng Ren raised his voice again, his throat a bit sore.

Overwhelming them in presence and standing on reason, Zheng Ren had no chance of losing.

Shen Hua's lover embarrassedly lowered the volume, starting to change the subject in various ways.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless; the patient was like this, and neither of the immediate relatives was doing anything proper... grassroots work really is tough.

If Chang Yue were here now, that would be great. I could act as the elder and hand this matter over to Chang Yue.

Who cares how she handles it; as long as Chang Yue can settle it in the end, that's fine.

But now, I have to step up, Zheng Ren sighed.

"Shen Hua's relative, are you his lover or his mother?" Zheng Ren asked with a cold expression, firm tone, and undeniable authority.

"Shen Hua's condition is serious; he needs a stent to save his life. Come with me, let's do the pre-op briefing now." Zheng Ren said, walking into the side room.

There's a camera here; Zheng Ren glanced up, saw the on-duty doctor had turned it on, and felt somewhat reassured.

Sitting in the chair, a bit chilly. Zheng Ren didn't have time for that, his fingers lightly tapping the pre-op briefing as he pondered the complicated relationship between the patient's mother and lover.

I guess the patient named Shen Hua is the type who feels squeezed from both sides—pressed by his mother and his lover, and being somewhat timid, he ultimately could only jump to his death.

And the two immediate relatives are still causing a fuss.

This kind of thing is the most troublesome.

When they argue, they both put on an act of doing it for Shen Hua's good, but when it comes to responsibility and signing, basically no one shows up.

They'll have countless questions; at times like this, we must film and preserve all evidence.

On one side the patient is between life and death, on the other we still have to settle this family squabble; it seems absurd, but this is part of a doctor's work.

But this part of the work is the most draining.

Zheng Ren drifted off, thinking Mayo Clinic was better. Wu Hui's figure, clutching his stomach as he slunk out of the Mayo Clinic, now recalled, was so clear.