Chapter 1836: 1772 Give me a little more time (monthly ticket 6000 bonus ×12)

Zheng Ren brought Zhou Litao, hurriedly going to the observation room to make rounds.

"1-1, 1-3, 1-4..." Zheng Ren glanced over, then flipped through the case notes Zhou Litao was holding, pointing out each patient one by one.

At a glance, the patients' conditions were roughly the same, yet Zheng Ren actually added a patient with muscle soreness and weakness in walking.

Su Yun felt something was strange; he knew full well what kind of character his boss had.

How come this time he seems a bit rushed? He's somewhat impatient and flustered, far from the usual feeling of having victory in hand.

Something's happened!

Su Yun realized, his brows knitting, he inwardly groaned, "Isn't it bad enough to just pass the days peacefully? Why does one thing follow another?"

The patient was somewhat unhappy, "Nothing's wrong, do we have to change wards?"

Zheng Ren, holding the printed patient records, after speaking, left directly. He left the mess here for Zhou Litao to handle.

He didn't go to the office, but went straight to Zhou Litao's duty room.

After putting the case notes down, Zheng Ren opened the computer and began examining each patient one by one.

These patients either had no system diagnosis, or their system diagnosis didn't match the symptoms—just some elderly ailments; basically they'd come in these past two days.

The symptoms were basically the same, except for one patient who complained of general weakness, sore muscles, and accidentally falling and hitting his head; the others mainly presented nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea.

After looking at three patients' records, Zheng Ren's brows furrowed.

Outside, noisy voices began to be heard.

Su Yun sighed; this was the patients and their families being unhappy, venting their inner dissatisfaction.

Patients who vent their inner emotions are usually those with mild conditions; truly serious patients who still want treatment are generally honest and polite.

Even if they have complaints, they'll try to endure them. After all, if they leave 912, can another hospital cure them? No one dares say that.

Zheng Ren frowned at the records; clearly the patients' symptoms weren't serious, and after checking a few records, the lab tests showed basically no problems.

Zhou Litao's thinking is still meticulous; this morning's emergency check-up items generally included liver and kidney function, blood sugar, etc., a full biochemical panel plus blood count, C-reactive protein, and electrolytes.

The patients were only slightly abnormal, but although Su Yun noticed, he pondered for a while and still couldn't pinpoint where the problem lay.

For example, one patient kept scratching his own belly.

90%……no, 99%, this is an unconscious behavior.

But if you investigate further, and speak seriously, this is itching. The most typical case is biliary obstruction, with jaundice accompanying this symptom.

Su Yun carefully observed the patient's condition, but found no sign of yellowing skin.

Or it could be described as a crawling‑ants sensation, usually seen in vitamin deficiency or……rabies.

But a diagnosis of a rare disease can't always be brought out as an excuse.

The reason it's a rare disease is that you might not encounter it even once a year.

If you could always run into it, it would be the flu.

So Su Yun thought Zheng Ren was making a mountain out of a molehill; probably when receiving the task, the superiors' tone was a bit stern, overemphasizing the risk of this mission.

Moreover, his own boss refused to let Zhu Fengyu come along.

Having a family and a career, he's worried the old squad leader might meet with an accident.

It's too tense, a bit excessive, Su Yun thought to himself.

He then sat beside Zheng Ren, looked at two more case notes and the lab report, still finding nothing wrong.

"Boss, nothing's wrong, right?" Su Yun said.

He was quite serious, lacking his usual joking.

"No." Zheng Ren said: "There is a problem, we just don't yet know where it lies."

"……" Such nonsense is as good as saying nothing; Su Yun let out a sigh.

"You go get the patient's—" Zheng Ren had just said half a sentence when Zhou Litao's duty room door was flung open with a "bang".

A sturdy elderly person appeared in the doorway.

He had gray‑white hair, a square face, a solemn expression, wore a white coat without buttoning it, and had a tie on.

"Director Cheng, greetings." Su Yun immediately stood up and said respectfully.

Director Cheng Wangfa, the head of the Emergency Department. Having been injured years ago, he has some old ailments and doesn't come to work every day.

Because he's nearing retirement age, with nothing major going on, he generally doesn't show up in the Emergency Department.

As for the Emergency Department, if it were expanded into an emergency ward and emergency building, the director's responsibility would be great.

But if it's just a regular emergency department, doing triage well is actually enough.

After all, each department in 912 is strong; the emergency department handles emergency rescue, then sends the critical patients to other departments, after which it has little to do with the emergency department.

Most importantly, Zhou Litao is capable and responsible, and for this long time nothing has gone wrong, so everyone feels at ease, and Director Cheng is happy to rest at home.

Zheng Ren heard Su Yun's greeting and also immediately stood up, saying respectfully, "Director Cheng."

"Little Zheng, what are you up to!" Director Cheng was somewhat displeased, but still held back his anger, his tone just a bit urgent.

"Cough cough cough~~" Because he spoke too fast, Director Cheng began to cough.

"Director Cheng, please sit and speak, sit and speak." Zheng Ren hurried over to support Director Cheng Wangfa.

"Outside the patients are making a fuss, you say you——" Director Cheng wanted to say a couple of harsh words, but he also knew that recently Zheng Ren and Zheng Lao Ban had helped the emergency department handle many major matters.

For example, the incident of mass hysteria among the students of Fu Yuan.

He let out a heavy sigh, very displeased.

"Director Cheng, the patients' situation is rather special; I feel something's off." Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

"How so?" Director Cheng Wangfa asked.

Zheng Ren was at a loss for words.

The Big Pig Trotter gives no diagnosis, yet the system panel shows a deep red—does that count as special?

But how could he say that out loud!

Zheng Ren's mind raced, and he began to look for an excuse.

"Little Zheng?" Director Cheng saw Zheng Ren not speaking, and grew increasingly displeased.

This is not messing around!

It's just a gastrointestinal cold; do some tests, keep under observation in the emergency department, and make sure no ion imbalance occurs—that's enough.

This season isn't the peak flu season, and there's been no talk of a major flu outbreak, yet this Zheng Lao Ban insists on 'causing trouble'.

Director Cheng is also quite helpless.

He knows that young people, when they get a little success, often become overconfident; after all, without having suffered major setbacks, they don't understand the principle that the tree that stands out in the forest will be struck by the wind.

But this time Zheng Lao Ban has gone too far!

"Director Cheng, I feel something is wrong." Zheng Ren couldn't find any medical theory to back it up, and with Director Cheng pressing him hard, he could only say that.

"Feeling? You treat patients based on feeling?" Director Cheng snapped.

"It's rich clinical experience." Zheng Ren, trying to smooth things over, blurted out the words he had used to suppress Su Yun.

He was also panicked.

"Rich? Clinical experience?! You're telling me about rich clinical experience?" Director Cheng got even angrier.