Chapter 154: 0151 Private Customization (Part 1)

"Chief Zheng!" the on-duty doctor called out to Zheng Ren from behind.

"Hmm?"

"There's a patient who says they want to be hospitalized, but... you should come take a look." the on-duty doctor said.

He is the on-duty doctor of the Emergency Internal Medicine department; Zheng Ren came from surgery and isn't very familiar with them, so they rarely let Zheng Ren help with diagnosis, and if they encounter a difficult, tricky patient they just admit him directly.

Zheng Ren nodded and walked to the Emergency Resuscitation Room.

A gurney lay in the middle of the Emergency Resuscitation Room, on which an old man as frail as a threadbare breath lay; he looked about seventy or eighty years old.

Beside him stood an elderly woman, also about the same age.

"Chief Zheng, the auntie says she wants to be admitted, but she doesn't want treatment; she just wants to see her old man off," the Emergency Internal Medicine doctor said.

For terminal patients, some localities have the custom of passing away at home; some have the custom of passing away in a temple or church; but in more places, the custom is to send them off in the hospital.

But now it's early winter, when cerebrovascular diseases are rampant, and the major internal medicine departments—neurology, circulation, respiration—are overcrowded. Even the living are discharged as quickly as possible, let alone someone at death's door.

"You must be Doctor Zheng, right?" the elderly lady said, her kind eyes showing little sorrow, very calm, calm like... the pool of water in the System Space.

"Auntie, hello, I'm Doctor Zheng," Zheng Ren said.

"I want to see my husband off; there are many inconveniences at home, so I'll trouble you." The elderly lady bowed slightly, the movement so subtle that if you didn't look closely you wouldn't notice. In the raising of hand and lifting of foot, she bore an air of dignity, wealth, and elegance.

"No trouble," Zheng Ren said. "But the relevant departments have no wards available, and we really have no other option."

A flicker of disappointment crossed the elderly lady's face, but it quickly faded.

"Doctor Zheng, all we need is a quiet room where we won't disturb others. My husband probably won't last more than a few days, you see..."

"If we keep him in the Emergency Ward, we could have a quieter room, but we don't even know what illness the old man has, and we lack extra staff for rescue and care," Zheng Ren objected.

"No rescue is needed, nor any treatment." The elderly lady lowered her head slightly, gently stroking the patient's silver hair with a loving expression, "As long as he passes peacefully, that's enough."

"Then follow me, but refusing rescue and such requires a signature," Zheng Ren said.

The Emergency Internal Medicine doctor knew the staffing situation of the Emergency Ward—it had just been established, and the staffing could be described as extremely meager. Coping with daily emergencies is already a struggle; Chief Zheng, are you being muddle-headed? Why would you want to admit him?

Zheng Ren also had his own considerations.

It's just seeing him off and writing a medical record; if Chang Yue doesn't want to do it, I can do it myself—after all, it would only add four or five hours of work.

It doesn't look like much, but those four or five hours are squeezed out of study and rest time.

The elderly lady had a kind face; although it was troublesome, Zheng Ren still wanted to lend a hand.

"Then thank you very much," the elderly lady said politely.

Zheng Ren greeted two brothers accompanying the examination, and together they pushed the gurney to the Emergency Ward.

Seeing that a new patient had been admitted, Chang Yue began to busy herself. She wasn't annoyed or complaining that the workload increased because it fell outside the Emergency Department's scope of treatment; as always, she remained calm, yet with a pleasant enthusiasm.

They placed the old man in the last ward, and Chang Yue went to communicate with the family, asking about the medical history and building trust.

Zheng Renze sat in the office, recalling the words Director Pan had said to him.

In this world, many things have no reason.

Wanting a black-and-white explanation of the Dao is fundamentally impossible.

Even the most impressive person will be praised to the heavens while simultaneously being condemned to the heavens; even the best thing will have both criticism and praise.

After only a few minutes of thought, Zheng Ren smiled and began to study how to make Zheng Yunxia's surgery successful.

And those principles... who cares about them!

"Chang Yue, when are we doing the 64-slice?" Zheng Ren asked as Chang Yue returned.

"Today at 6:30 p. m."

"Fasting, is that okay?"

"Her blood sugar is normal, and Sister Yun isn't that old, so there should be no problem."

"Sure, call me when the time comes." Zheng Ren thought for a moment and asked: "Find out if I can do the 64-slice 3D reconstruction myself—would that work?"

"You?" Chang Yue said, somewhat surprised.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said seriously: "Standard 3D reconstruction is just a template; as the operator, I need to create a custom 3D reconstruction image according to my own ideas."

Chang Yue frowned slightly; since she got involved in medicine, she had never heard of any clinical doctor wanting to do their own 3D reconstruction.

Has Zheng Ren, Chief Zheng, become swollen-headed after being a small leader for a few days and performing over a hundred surgeries?

From Chang Yue's gaze, Zheng Ren knew what she was thinking.

However, explaining this would waste too much breath, and more importantly Zheng Ren feels Chang Yue wouldn't understand—this exceeds the usual clinical doctor's realm of cognition.

Nowadays hospitals are subdividing specialties ever finer; the bucket theory simply doesn't exist.

As long as a department reaches master-level expertise, it will surely become renowned in its region. Of course, Zheng Ren, who was pulled up by system power, hasn't been at it long enough for his fame to be great.

Other disciplines also lack the time to study. Medicine is an experimental science—who has the energy to practice one specialty after another?

Few people can understand even seventy or eighty percent of the imaging data from the auxiliary departments, let alone try to operate it themselves.

Private customization? That simply doesn't exist.

The office fell silent; Yang Lei had no presence, sitting at a computer in the far corner writing medical records, unrelated to what was happening here.

Chang Yue grew increasingly unable to understand Zheng Ren, but after a moment of silence she nodded and said, "I'll ask Su Yun."

"Where is he?" Zheng Ren only then noticed that Su Yun, who had been following him like a ghost, had disappeared.

"He went to coordinate the scramble for the 64-slice CT."

Chang Yue spoke while picking up her phone, beginning to communicate with Su Yun.

As expected, Su Yun and Chang Yue had the same reaction, but under Chang Yue's insistence, Su Yun soon knelt.

One thing subdues another; the ancients truly did not deceive me.

After eleven boxes of big green sticks got Su Yun blackout drunk, it's estimated that in front of Chang Yue he'll never be able to lift his head again for the rest of his life.

"He said to give it a try; it should be fine." Chang Yue finally hung up her phone, still wearing an expression of disbelief as she spoke.

Zheng Ren also didn't over-explain, and the Emergency Ward office fell silent again.

In the afternoon, an acute appendicitis case arrived; Zheng Renhe and Yang Lei went on stage and performed the surgery.

After the surgery, it was just around six o'clock; Zheng Ren asked Yang Lei to watch the place for a while, then went to CT Shi, preparing to do the 3D reconstruction himself.

Upon reaching the CT Shi doorway, a voice sounded.

"You young people nowadays really think you're omnipotent? I went to Di Du for further training five years ago, and the doctors there didn't do their own 3D reconstruction. It's just outrageous, beyond bounds!"

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