Chapter 1839

Zheng Ren glanced; it was a call from the Emergency Department. He met Su Yun's eyes, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Hey."

"I understand, I'll try to delay……"

"Okay, I'll head back right away."

Zheng Ren hung up the phone helplessly and rose wearily.

"What's wrong?" Su Yun asked.

"Many patients are asking to discharge themselves." Zheng Ren sighed and said.

"Then let them be discharged; for now we haven't found any problems." Su Yun said, "If something happens at home, they'll come back quickly."

"Although I don't know what's wrong, there definitely is something wrong. Maybe by the time they come back, everything will be too late." Zheng Ren felt somewhat irritable.

"Boss, I think you're feeling down because you're too tense, always thinking of the worst, that's why you think there's something wrong. The patients in the Emergency Department just have stomach flu; we've considered almost all possibilities, there's no problem."

"No, there's definitely something we haven't thought of." Zheng Ren said, a bit irritably.

"Alright, you're right, you're right, what should we do next?" Su Yun said contemptuously: "Forcibly keeping the patients in the hospital? That's illegal detention!"

"I'll go persuade the patients." Zheng Ren said, "No matter what, keeping them in the hospital gives them the maximum safety."

"Really, I suspect you have hysteria." Su Yun said, "Without any diagnosis, you insist the patients are in mortal danger."

Zheng Ren's steps paused; he quickly searched for a reason that could persuade the patients to stay and continue examination until he could find the problem.

He is not good at this, because Zheng Ren's nature is to speak little and act more.

No time left, Zheng Ren went directly to the System Space, clicked to purchase surgical time, and entered the System Operating Room.

Waste! This was Zheng Ren's first thought.

No…… absolutely not.

Zheng Ren then negated his thought, began sitting in the System Operating Room recalling every detail beforehand.

Medical history, like some infectious respiratory disease, but Big Pig Trotter gave no diagnosis; some patients came as a whole family, some came alone.

What exactly is this problem?

Zheng Ren carefully recalled bit by bit, starting from the moment he saw the patients.

One patient kept scratching his skin, as if itchy. There were six…… no, eight patients sweating.

Although the weather has started to warm up, these days have been overcast, with occasional drizzle, temperature hovering around 20 degrees Celsius. It can be said to be cool and comfortable, but definitely not an environment that makes people sweat.

Hmm, this is a suspicious point; Zheng Ren noted it down.

Moreover, four patients complained of headaches, slightly irritable. Uh…… irritable? Just now the patients were very irritable when speaking to me.

Zheng Ren has seen too many medical disturbances, and also seen people with ill intentions preparing to extort a large sum of money in the hospital.

There will always be some signs, more or less.

But that patient didn't seem to be doing it on purpose; he was just irritable, finding everything displeasing.

Based on Zheng Ren's own experience, if the doctor insists, few people will insist on being discharged.

Now doctor-patient relations are relatively tense, but that doesn't mean the doctor's authority has diminished.

Those who like to cause trouble—for example, the family member of that patient in the Gan Dan Wai Ke a few days ago—were putting their father's life on the balance to extort a little money; after all, they are a minority.

Meanwhile, the patient himself initially agreed, even cooperated, showing symptoms of nausea and vomiting.

Soon, the patient himself backed down, went to bow to Professor Yang, saying it was all a misunderstanding.

One's own life is more important than anything else; that's basic common sense.

Yet before our eyes, despite the doctor's repeated insistence, the patient himself remained that irritable, saying many unpleasant things.

Hmm, irritability, possibly a problem.

But the factors that can cause irritability are simply too many—brain injury, tumors, various stress responses, endocrine system problems, and so on.

Zheng Ren currently has no relevant materials; the Emergency Department wouldn't perform such examinations on a patient with nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea.

Overmedicalization is like a spell buzzing above Zheng Ren's head.

What else? Zheng Ren sat in the room of the System Operating Room, the operating table empty.

In other words, the patients' illness is not something the surgical system can solve, but some kind of internal medicine disease.

Some came as families, some came alone……

Zheng Ren suddenly recalled that the patients mentioned a ward; he knew four of them.

There were no other cases; it was just a small area, a certain residential block or within a few kilometers where this situation occurred.

This is also a suspicious point; Zheng Ren noted it down as well.

What else?

Zheng Ren racked his brains, having exhausted all his knowledge, still couldn't think of an answer.

After a long while, the purchased 4 hours of surgical training time ended; Zheng Ren felt his brain was burning, but still had no answer.

He shook his head, Zheng Ren left the System Operating Room.

He felt somewhat powerless.

After having the system by his side, Zheng Ren always adopted a reckless, head‑on posture in any situation, invincible in battle.

But this time, he crashed headfirst into the southern wall.

Just,

He didn't intend to turn back.

What's there to fear about hitting the southern wall? Hard‑headed, just smash through the southern wall!

"Boss, your condition today is off. What's on your mind? Why are you just standing here motionless?" Su Yun patted Zheng Ren's shoulder and asked.

"I can't figure out the patients' problem, but I just feel uneasy." Zheng Ren said while walking, "You know, sometimes it's like this. Possibly some small details were overlooked by conscious awareness, but the subconscious recorded them."

Zheng Ren was talking nonsense, but Su Yun took it seriously.

He felt Zheng Ren's words made sense, and he began to ponder.

Returning to the Emergency Department, Director Cheng stood in the hallway, coughing.

And half of the beds in the observation room were empty.

An elderly patient was calling for a nurse; he didn't want to stay near the window and wanted to move to a cooler spot.

It was a mess, as if a battle had just taken place.

"Where are the patients?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They self-discharged from observation." Zhou Litao sighed, saying, "Zheng Lao Ban, there's nothing I can do. I rushed and managed to get them all to sign, otherwise they..."

Zhou Litao also felt embarrassed.

Zheng Lao Ban ran around for his department's affairs, yet the observation patients self-discharged, even though Zheng Lao Ban had repeatedly stressed they couldn't leave.

He felt he had mishandled things, and Zhou Litao immediately began deep self-reflection.

"It's fine, I'll think again." Zheng Ren said, "I've kept the patients' phone numbers; once I figure it out, I can still call them in time."

Just then, a clamor came from the observation room.