Chapter 157: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren returned to Zhibanshi, found a comfortable posture and nestled on the bed, picked up his phone, opened the novel app.

As a rare form of entertainment in his life, reading novels is one of his few hobbies.

Nestled on the bed, he read novels while chatting idly with that bunch of extravagant and licentious fellows.

After Su Yun sent Ms. Zhao home, they kept in touch about going out to eat.

Just eating wasn't enough, because Su Yun refused to drink alcohol with Chang Yue, so they remained sober and went together to Xie Yiren's place to play mahjong.

This bunch of guys... Zheng Ren saw in the WeChat group that they were coordinating dinner, and he told himself that when it was time to go play mahjong, he could feel a feeling called joy jumping on the other side of the phone.

But this feeling didn't last long; Chu Yan zhi began to wail in the WeChat group, she had lost all her pocket money.

One-yuan sanitary mahjong can lose two or three hundred in an hour, which seems enough to be judged as gambling. Zheng Ren suddenly realized that if someone reported them... the Jizhenbingfang would be completely raided, leaving only his older brother, and he wouldn't even be able to do Shou Bing.

Next, Chang Yue lukewarmly said in the WeChat group, "I'm tired, I'll go home first."

Zheng Ren guessed he was also the type who had lost all his pocket money.

Emergency Department

Usually inconspicuous Yang Lei was the same at the mahjong table, to the extent that the player upstream always forgot to look at his tiles; after he was ready to win, others also didn't notice, and they would casually discard a winning tile and give it to him.

After leaving the mahjong table, Chu Yan zhi was unusually active, occasionally posting meaningless emojis in the WeChat group.

Do you still remember when this group was founded, we agreed to talk only about work?

White Coat

Happily reading novels and guessing the situation over there, an hour passed.

The novel he had been following for a month was being enjoyed happily when the phone rang.

Zheng Ren's heart rate instantly spiked to 110 beats per minute.

Afternoon

Fortunately, it wasn't an emergency, just a regular acute cholecystitis patient. Zheng Ren somewhat regretfully closed the reading app, put on his White Coat, and went downstairs to the Emergency Department to see patients.

Emergency Rescue Service

But Shou Bing cannot be performed temporarily because the patient had just eaten dinner before arriving, and the fasting time is insufficient.

This is a headache; it's only eight or nine o'clock now, and we need six hours of fasting...

Do Shou Bing in the early morning?

Zheng Ren took the patient back to the ward, communicated with the family, and decided to perform Shou Bing for laparoscopic cholecystectomy after the fasting time was sufficient.

The nurse busily prepared the patient preoperatively, Zheng Ren took out his phone, and notified everyone in the group of this 'unfortunate' news.

The group was filled with wailing; the first half of the night was still okay, but what they feared most was patients arriving in the second half of the night.

Complaints are complaints, wailing is wailing; the focus of everyone's grumbling is that Zheng Ren can't control the situation.

This is also a habitual saying among clinical doctors.

For example, when on night shift, you absolutely cannot say tonight is too quiet. If you say that, there is a 76.34% chance that emergency patients will come one after another.

For example, when sleeping during night shift, you must take off your socks; you cannot sleep fully clothed, otherwise there is a 54.58% chance you will be called awake in the middle of the night.

Wait, wait.

Even without knowing when, an intangible shrine to the Night Shift God came into existence.

Although there is no physical object, it indeed exists in the spiritual world of doctors nationwide who work night shifts, numbering in the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and over a million.

Every time they work night shift, the vast majority of junior clinical doctors pray that they hope no emergency patients come today.

I'd rather the medicines gather dust on the shelf, but I wish everyone good health.

Unbeknownst to them, it becomes reality in the hearts of doctors and nurses on night shift.

Although it's somewhat contrary to the original intention...

The wailing in the group and the blame aimed at Zheng Ren's bad luck soon ended, and everyone discussed what to do for the night.

Finally, they decided to play mahjong while waiting for Shou Bing.

After all, Xie Yiren's place is relatively close to the hospital; Zheng Ren estimated that the time he'd lose going for a three-inpatient consultation would be enough for Xie Yiren to drive back and forth twice.

Su Yun said she could stay up all night with no problem, and directly sent Yang Lei packing.

After everything was arranged, Zheng Ren took a quick look at the newly arrived patient and asked about the medical history.

This is a 36-year-old female patient; her stomach started hurting in the Afternoon, but she didn't pay attention to it. In the Evening, at a class gathering, she was drinking and eating, and before it even ended the pain became unbearable, so she was taken to the hospital by an Emergency Rescue Service ambulance.

Truly, nothing can deter a food lover's passion for good food, Zheng Ren sighed.

But Xie Yiren's kind is even more advanced; she doesn't just order takeout or eat at restaurants—she figures out how to make every delicious dish herself.

This is the principle that the old master spoke of: knowing the what and knowing the why.

That girl... Thinking of Xie Yiren's fluffy appearance, Zheng Ren didn't even notice that a faint smile had appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Unfortunately, man's plans pale before heaven's.

All the arrangements were thrown into chaos within twenty Minutes.

Two patients with acute appendicitis were sent to the Jizhenbingfang, one after another; Zheng Ren immediately gathered everyone, preparing for overnight Shou Bing.

This is bound to be a sleepless night, but everyone is used to it and doesn't find it particularly hard.

The patients' conditions are relatively simple, unlike emergency trauma rescue where the doctors' blood pressure is about to shoot out of their heads, while the patients' blood pressure has already reached their ankles.

That is what a busy night entails—there are countless problems to handle before and after Shou Bing.

Everyone arrived at the Hospital within twenty Minutes and prepared themselves. Only Yang Lei left a silent message in the WeChat group, saying he would treat everyone to a meal next time.

When asking about the medical history of the acute appendicitis patient, Zheng Ren noted down the key points, preparing to write the medical record for Chang Yue Ming.

At this moment he somewhat envied Chang Yue, who could sleep a sound sleep—what a wonderful thing that is.

He hasn't even finished reading the novel of several tens of thousands of characters; too bad he's eagerly preparing to start the operation tonight.

Or maybe he's overinflated; only a brain puncture would make him think no emergency patients will come tonight.

While Zheng Ren gave the pre-op instructions, the night shift nurse completed the pre-op preparations, shaving the site, inserting needles, and the cholecystitis patient also needed to retain a gastric tube and a urinary catheter.

After finishing the handover, Su Yun brought the patient onto the operating table, Zheng Ren continued with the handover of the next patient, then went to the Operating Room to change clothes, and stepped onto the operating table.

When Zheng Ren stepped onto the operating table, Su Yun had already done most of the Shou Bing, and, like waiting for a professor, waited for Zheng Ren to come over and take a look, and then complete the most crucial step.

The time Zheng Ren spent performing the Shou Bing on the operating table was not as long as the time spent scrubbing hands.

The system's task of 'a lone tree does not make a forest', even if there is no reward, seems not bad.

The Shou Bing, indeed, is not done by one person.

After finishing the two appendectomies, while everyone was resting, Zheng Ren thought happily.