Chapter 1621: with translation of the chapter title

1568 undergo B-ultrasound, very harmful to the stomach (Alliance Leader Cheng Xiaoju extra update 2)

Many psychiatric medications, City First Hospital doesn't have them; they are specialty drugs, only available at the City Mental Hospital.

Not all psychiatric illnesses are just a shot of tranquilizer to keep the patient from causing trouble, then a large handful of medication can solve it.

Could Chief Zheng be planning to use hypnotherapy? This thought suddenly popped into Dr. Song's mind.

He glanced at Zheng Ren, mulling over how he must definitely learn how to hypnotize patients properly. This is an advanced technique; no one in Hai Cheng knows it.

However, Hai Cheng also doesn't have many proper psychiatrists.

They sent Sun Xiaomei out, several people got on the elevator, came down smoothly, and got on the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle.

No one spoke the whole way.

Indeed, nobody spoke.

Everyone worried that saying the wrong word would aggravate Sun Xiaomei, causing a scene in the rescue vehicle; if anything happened, no one could explain it upon returning.

Fortunately, City First Hospital was very close, so there was no delay, and everyone returned to the Emergency Department of City First Hospital.

Seeing the accompanying staff push Sun Xiaomei in a wheelchair, Su Yun asked, "Boss, are you telling the truth? Or did you take a liking to the girl and have ulterior motives?"

"Don't make a fuss," Zheng Ren said, jumping off the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle, seeing Xie Yiren's Volvo XC60 following behind, and he waved.

"Such an obvious psychiatric illness, why insist on sending her to City First Hospital for examination?" Su Yun asked.

"Many diseases present with psychiatric symptoms. If sent to a mental hospital, Sun Xiaomei's life would be ruined." Zheng Ren said: "Let's check first, rule things out, then talk."

"Do you suspect a tumor in the temporal lobe of the brain?" Su Yun asked.

"First do a head CT, then a B-ultrasound." Zheng Ren spoke solemnly, as if explaining the condition to the patient's family.

"B-ultrasound? Check where?"

"How would I know?" Zheng Ren said, somewhat unhappy.

"Hey, can you be more serious?" Su Yun said: "Are you thinking that this matter needs Sun Xiaomei's parents to step in?"

Su Yun wore an expression that said she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Zheng Ren was speechless toward Su Yun, and his judgment about the Big Pig Trotter was also speechless.

Forget it, let's first take Sun Xiaomei for examination and then talk.

As long as Xie Yiren is fine, everything else is okay.

Just now Zheng Ren was really frightened; now any movement causes slight muscle soreness.

As they spoke, Xie Yiren and Miao Xiaohua rushed over.

"Xiaohua, do a few tests on your sister," Zheng Ren said.

"Examination?" Miao Xiaohua said, not quite understanding, then added: "I've had a head CT two or three times, and nothing was found."

"Was it done at our hospital?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Once at our hospital, once at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, and apparently also elsewhere."

Zheng Ren nodded and turned to leave.

Arriving at the Emergency Department, he took a glance.

Sun Xiaomei sat quietly in the Emergency Resuscitation Room, like a gentle and virtuous young lady.

Zheng Ren hurried to the office and found on the computer the head CT images Sun Xiaomei had taken a few days earlier.

He examined them frame by frame.

"Boss, there is a bit of inflammation, but this bit of inflammation doesn't indicate any problem." Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren looking at the films, "If you say there's something wrong, I'll eat the film."

Zheng Ren said nothing and looked through them again from the start.

"Indeed, it doesn't indicate any problem." Zheng Ren released the mouse and let out a long breath.

"You scared me; I thought you were going to slap my face with the second look at the films." Su Yun laughed.

"It's not a head issue; let's check something else. Mild encephalitis shouldn't cause such severe symptoms. Perhaps it's worse now, or we should do another CT to have a look." Zheng Ren said, eyes half-closed, muttering.

"Have you also been infected?" Su Yun frowned, "Since they said it's not an organic brain lesion, isn't it just delusional disorder or something like that?"

Zheng Ren shook his head slightly.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Su Yun asked cautiously, having taken a defensive stance.

In the Jizhenbingfang ward, the kick that flung open the treatment room door let Su Yun know there was still a gap in their fighting ability.

"Don't make a fuss," Zheng Ren said, rubbing his temples with both hands, speaking softly: "As I told you, not all psychiatric symptoms are mental illness; they could also stem from other problems."

"..."

"Psychiatric hospital checkups aren't as thorough as ours."

"That's you; I don't have much judgment." Su Yun said, then suddenly asked: "Boss, did you straighten the suture needle and use it to pick the lock? Does Yi Ren know about that?"

"What's there to tell her about that?"

"You used to sneak around picking locks a lot as a kid, right?" Su Yun laughed.

"Hmm, occasionally, how many years since I last did that?" Zheng Ren said, "But having done many surgeries, my fingers feel much more dexterous than before."

"The kind of person who could blow open an entire complex with a pack of instant noodles? My apologies, my apologies." Su Yun said, clasping his hands in a joking gesture.

"Go take Sun Xiaomei for a B-ultrasound check; if nothing shows up, we'll do another CT." Zheng Ren said softly.

"Huh?" Su Yun expressed surprise, asking: "Boss, you're not saying that for real, are you?"

"Of course it's true."

"Neurological symptoms, and you're doing a B-ultrasound?!" Su Yun asked.

"Stay calm; if you say finding a problem means eating the B-ultrasound machine, that's really hard on the stomach." Zheng Ren stood up, delivered a cold joke, then went on his own to the resuscitation room to find Sun Xiaomei.

"What should we check?" Su Yun was very cautious, not opposing Zheng Ren on professional matters; this is the "rich" clinical experience accumulated from emergency and resuscitation, outpatient surgery.

"Liver, gallbladder, spleen, pelvic cavity, uterine adnexa." Zheng Ren said.

"This is totally unprofessional, just like a regular physical checkup." Su Yun muttered to herself, but still followed Zheng Ren over.

Xie Yiren and Miao Xiaohua were taking care of Sun Xiaomei; she still sat obediently, gazing ahead, her lips twitching slightly. It seemed like an involuntary motion, as if she were speaking to some mysterious presence opposite.

Zheng Renhe, the on-duty doctor, explained the examinations Sun Xiaomei needed to undergo, didn't say much more, and just quietly stood beside Xie Yiren.

He still wore a white coat, but after all that turmoil, the white coat was somewhat disheveled.

"You, look at your white coat—what a state it's in." Xie Yiren turned around, faced Zheng Ren, and said softly.

Zheng Ren hehe laughed, then hastily tidied up his white coat.

"Not good, looking sloppy. As a doctor, a neat white coat gives people a sense of trust." Xie Yiren said softly.

She reached out, first smoothed Zheng Ren's white coat collar, then carefully straightened every wrinkle.

"Much better now." Xie Yiren finished tidying, stepped back, and said satisfied.