Chapter 1227: 1192 A Messed-up Situation

Zheng Ren left Director Kong's office, wondering whether he should use the True Eye to check the prospects of gastric artery embolization.

But just thinking about that state of whole-body weakness made him feel uneasy. Although it didn't take a month to recharge, he had basically recovered by the time he returned home. However, the rare mention of the Big Pig Trotter needing a month to recharge makes sense.

It wasn't exactly an acute illness, not worth the risk, so Zheng Ren finally decided, counting on his fingers, to wait a month before saying more.

Anyway, the community hospital side is still under renovation, needing a few more weeks. Even if the renovation finishes, we could first place patients for TIPS Surgery, right?

The person Lin JiaoJiao knows isn't coming for the surgery, which conveniently gives me some time to think it over. When we meet again, I'll advise Lin JiaoJiao not to rush.

The new technique will inevitably have ten thousand pitfalls waiting for oneself. Using the True Eye to take a look is the best possible thing.

Now, Zheng Ren is no longer so resistant to the True Eye. It's just that the waiting period is really long, and the side effects are a bit too big.

"Su Yun, let's go." Zheng Ren arrived at the office without entering, directly calling Su Yun out.

"To the ICU?" Su Yun knew Zheng Ren's idea, corners of his mouth turning up with a sneer.

"To take a look at yesterday's post-op patient and Director Miao." Zheng Ren said.

"It's not even your patient, why bother so much?" Su Yun said that, yet he directly followed Zheng Ren all the way out of the Intervention Department.

Retorting people is just a habit. No matter the matter, not saying two sentences always feels uncomfortable.

"Yesterday's surgery was a bit late, and I still feel weary. However, the mutton at Gulonggang Restaurant is really good; this year Xiao Yi Ren will get some white mountain goats, so we need to borrow a big iron pot to have a good feast." Su Yun said.

"Want me to find you some iron-capped Moutai?" Zheng Ren asked, pursing his lips.

"Flying Fairy is fine; drinking iron-capped Moutai feels painful." Su Yun smacked his lips, saying.

"Going to the ICU, I don't know how Director Miao is doing." Zheng Ren said.

"I've been there; his condition is still not bad. After tracheostomy, he's on ventilator-assisted breathing, and yesterday he even wrote a sentence—guess what he wrote?"

"Phlegm?" Zheng Ren guessed.

Generally, the most common issue for post-op patients is excessive phlegm; upon waking they feel suffocated. Or it could be the foreign-body sensation from the endotracheal tube, making the patient feel uncomfortable, like having phlegm.

"No, let Yu Zong go out with his girlfriend; there's no need to guard him here." Su Yun laughed.

"Being the Inpatient Chief is really not easy; Yu Zong is honest and straightforward, making this Inpatient Chief role even harder."

The subtle difference between these two kinds of hardship is known only to those who work in medicine and have served as Inpatient Chief.

Speaking, the two arrived at the ICU, at the ward door, a group of family members gathered together, with faint crying audible from the middle.

This is the norm in the ICU; after all, those who go in are critically ill, and having half survive and come out is already good.

Saying half is a bit exaggerated, but this place is essentially the gates of hell. Not talking about expenses, just danger—other departments can't compare. The only comparable thing is the pediatric intensive care unit.

Some cry, some laugh; most people, most of the time, it's plain and ordinary—this is the human world. Zheng Ren also couldn't believe it, pulling the Su Yun who wanted to have a look into the ICU.

Change clothes, change shoes, put on a cap and mask, then go in.

First glanced at yesterday's surgical patient; he's still running a high fever, being cooled with an ice blanket. Rumor has it his blood markers are especially high, and infection symptoms are obvious.

Antibiotics have already been used up to Meropenem and Vancomycin—truly no more options. But at this point, not using them is also not an option.

Zheng Ren glanced at the System Panel; the red had somewhat receded, and he felt slightly relieved. Post-op, as long as the infection can be controlled, the rest is to perform a restoration surgery between two weeks and one month, reconnecting the colon and rectum.

I hope he can have a new life.

Went to take a look at Director Miao; his eyes were covered with gauze, he was asleep. The steady sound of the ventilator made one feel at ease.

Various conditions have improved somewhat; after chatting a few words with the ICU doctors, they said they plan to extubate within three days to see how things go.

A trial extubation is necessary; prolonged ventilator use plus long-term bed rest will make pulmonary infection severe.

Moreover, in the ICU, what bacteria aren't there? Once infected with pan-drug-resistant bacteria like Acinetobacter or other unknown superbugs, it could be fatal.

Watching Director Miao lie still on the bed, Zheng Ren felt somewhat relieved. Glancing at the lab report, there was nothing wrong, and his mind felt even more at ease. Yu Zong wasn't there; presumably Director Miao had sent him away, and the stranger at the bedside was a young doctor, possibly a research student of Director Miao come to provide care.

Having seen that there was nothing wrong and just about to leave, a few doctors walked in.

The leader was a female doctor in her fifties; although wearing a cap and mask, her murderous aura could not be concealed.

Zheng Ren frowned outright, wondering what was going on.

"The director of Cardiology, Director Zhang, is said to be no less capable than the big chiefs at Fuwai and Anzhen Hospitals," Su Yun whispered on the side.

Surely something must have happened; otherwise no one would be willing to radiate displeasure all over.

Zheng Ren glanced, his steps slowing slightly. Su Yun sensed the change, hehe laughed, and said, "Let me go inquire?"

"Go ahead."

Zheng Ren stood still, observing Director Zhang's path. She went straight to a patient's bedside, picked up the chart, and flipped through the patient's lab report.

Su Yun followed behind, grabbing a young doctor's white coat, and whispered a few words.

That young doctor is not old, under thirty. He looks acquainted with Su Yun; when speaking, the corners of his eyes and brows show infinite delight. Does Su Yun know every woman? Zheng Ren shook his head slightly.

Soon, Su Yun returned, gave Zheng Ren a look, and the two left the ICU for the outside corridor.

"It's a bastard thing." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren stared at him in silence, completely ignoring Su Yun's teasing and having no intention to press further.

"You're really boring, asking a question could kill you." Su Yun said disdainfully: "The patient is a 32-year-old male who suffered sudden ventricular fibrillation and was sent here. He started in a regular ward, but at night he suddenly had a cardiac arrest and was resuscitated. CCU had no beds, so he was temporarily placed in the ICU for one day to observe changes in his condition. The person is fine now, but..."

Speaking, Su Yun habitually paused again.

This is really annoying; cliffhangers earn you hate mail.

"The patient's family refuses treatment and demands self-discharge." Su Yun said.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren startled, asking: "Is it because of insufficient finances?"

"No, it's said the family's finances are decent, so money isn't the issue." Su Yun didn't beat around the bush this time, directly saying: "The patient has an older brother who had the same condition a few years ago and died at home. Later his father went to find a master, who said the family's ancestral grave had violated the Five Harms or some such nonsense, and firmly declared that someone in this family must die."

"……"

"Damn it," Zheng Ren cursed in his heart.

"He must die, so the patient's father isn't preparing treatment." Su Yun also felt helpless.