Chapter 1838: 1774 Angry Patient (Monthly Ticket 7000 Bonus ×14)

After 12 minutes, Zhou Litao still managed to convince the patient's family to agree to an abdominal CT.

At this moment, Zheng Ren was caught in an unsolvable predicament, feeling utterly confused.

He decided to accompany the patient for the CT scan.

He glanced through a stack of medical records and decided to pick one patient as a breakthrough point.

What these patients had in common was their condition, their system panels were all red, they had no system diagnosis, and…… When Zheng Ren saw the patient, he knew he really didn't have much time left.

The red on the patient's system panel grew deeper, yet——still no diagnosis.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Zheng Ren leaned close to the patient and asked gently.

"How many times have you asked? Still asking? The nausea seems a bit better—did you hear me clearly this time?" the patient snapped: "I haven't vomited today; I think I'm already better. Doctor, can I be discharged after the CT?"

"I'll look at the results after it's done," Zheng Ren said. "Don't rush to be discharged; stay in the hospital for another day of observation."

"Doctor, with so many people in this room, I didn't sleep well last night." The patient complained, "My sleep was already poor, and with more people it's even worse. I woke up this morning especially exhausted. Are you saying I don't have to worry about insomnia if I'm not sleeping here?"

Zheng Ren knew he was stating the facts, but this temper was really infuriating.

In a hospital ward, who would choose to stay here if they weren't too ill to walk?

Back when he was in Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren tried to make things as convenient as possible for patients. Not to mention laparoscopic appendectomies—even laparoscopic cholecystectomies, if patients could get out of bed within 24 hours post‑op, their first thought was to go home.

Just this temper…… Zheng Ren let out a sigh.

"We've discussed it; if there's nothing wrong, we'll leave this afternoon," the patient "notified" Zheng Ren.

"You all?" Zheng Ren sounded a little surprised.

"Yeah, there are six patients in this ward, and I know four of them." The patient asked: "Doctor, we're all from the same residential compound—you didn't know? The way you take medical histories, I'd outdo you as a doctor."

Uh……

Zheng Ren froze abruptly.

One residential compound?

What does that mean? Water source? Food? Or some other kind of infection?

Food poisoning? Probably not. The last time I was in Hai Cheng, there was nitrite poisoning, and big pig trotter had been given a clear diagnosis.

Heavy metal poisoning?

Neither would that.

Back in Nanyang, Old Master Wang's system panel clearly showed a diagnosis of cobalt poisoning.

"Does anyone in your family have the same symptoms?" Zheng Ren asked, feigning ease.

"Are you done or not?" the patient said, very impatient: "Are hospitals this black‑hearted now? They keep us in the ward and refuse to let us leave, dead or alive?"

"……" Zheng Ren let out a long breath, not refuting his words.

Saying anything now would be pointless.

Let's do the examination first—if there are any organic changes, I should be able to see them. Moreover, based on the color of the patient's system panel now, I'd estimate that organic lesions have already occurred.

The nausea hasn't improved, but he isn't vomiting. It could be that he hasn't eaten anything, so there's nothing in his stomach. As long as the nausea isn't too strong, he's probably in a state of retching with nothing to bring up.

This doesn't prove the patient has gotten better.

Seeing Zheng Ren silent, the patient thought he'd found the issue and angrily said: "There's nothing wrong, yet you're keeping me in the hospital. My son has already taken three days off work!"

Su Yun grew a bit impatient and said: "Your son took leave……"

"Su Yun!" Zheng Ren said in a low voice, "Do the examination."

Su Yun was unhappy, but she immediately lowered her head and stopped speaking.

"I've seen heartless people, but never anyone this heartless." The patient's emotions were somewhat out of control; his eyes were dark‑rimmed, looking like he really hadn't slept all night. "There's nothing wrong, you say you won't let me leave even if I'm dead, yet you still want to run tests."

"There still is a problem," Zheng Ren said.

"What problem?!" the patient shouted angrily: "What exactly is the problem? You can't even draw blood, yet you want a CT? Is your money all blown in from the wind?"

As soon as someone asked what the problem was, Zheng Ren was left speechless.

What exactly is the problem?

He doesn't know either.

Arriving at the CT room, Zheng Ren glanced at a patient who had just been sent in; the system panel clearly gave a diagnosis of epidural hematoma.

He then glanced at the patient beside him, who still had no diagnosis at all.

MD!

It's not about the big pig trotter; this "illness" is just too bizarre—there isn't even a diagnosis.

No diagnosis…… Zheng Ren began to ponder again.

What kind of situation is this?

Seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun both silent, the patient grew increasingly impatient. He cursed and threw things around, expressing his inner anger.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless.

The patient inside was wheeled out, and Zheng Ren pushed this patient in, then went to the control room.

"Boss Zheng, got anything going on today?" the doctor in the control room, who knew Zheng Ren, greeted him warmly.

"Mm, nothing much," Zheng Ren replied absentmindedly.

"The patient looks fine to me; why are you tagging along?" the CT room doctor asked.

"Uh……"

Zheng Ren himself didn't know how to answer.

Whenever faced with this kind of problem today, he ends up speechless. This feeling is truly awful!

The patient was scheduled for an upper‑abdominal CT, but at Zheng Ren's request the CT room doctor performed a full‑abdominal scan.

Zheng Ren worried about missing something.

Eight minutes later, Zheng Ren stared at the full‑abdominal CT image on the machine and froze.

Still no problem!

No tumor, no intestinal parasites, not even a mild inflammatory response—Zheng Ren didn't find any!

Isn't it diarrhea? How come there's not even a bit of inflammation?

Really seeing ghosts, Zheng Ren cursed to himself.

What should we do?

The CT Shi doctor printed out the film and specially made a thin scan, handing it to Zheng Ren.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the patient is fine; this time you can relax." He said with a chuckle.

Zheng Ren forced a smile, thanked him, then turned and left holding the film.

The CT Shi doctor was strange: the patient had nothing wrong, why does Zheng Lao Ban look worried? Could it be that only having a problem makes one happy?

"Boss, you've screwed up this time, huh." Su Yun didn't gloat; he said in a low voice: "The abdomen is fine—what are you considering now?"

Zheng Ren stayed silent, shaking his head.

He held the film, didn't go back to the Emergency Department directly, but went out the back door, found a somewhat quiet place and sat down.

Holding the film, he was still painfully pondering where the problem lay.

"Could it be food poisoning?" Su Yun asked.

"Not likely." Zheng Ren said: "If it were food poisoning, the patient..."

Zheng Ren pondered the patient's condition, almost blurting out the Xitong Diagnosis.

"Why are you hemming and hawing?" Su Yun tossed him a cigarette, and Zheng Ren tossed it back.

He wasn't in the mood.

"I can't see any problem." Zheng Ren looked for nearly 20 minutes, then finally said wearily.

【They said...】