Chapter 1840: 1776 Flash of Inspiration (Monthly Ticket 8000 Bonus Chapter ×16)

The angry roar was the old patient who wanted to change Bed Position losing his temper.

He was holding a crutch, looking like he wanted to hit the nurse who was helping him change Bed Position.

The nurse ran out; Zhou Litao had no choice but to steel himself to go comfort him.

Zheng Ren saw the color of the elderly patient's System Panel deepen a few shades; according to his understanding of the system, he estimated the time until a major outbreak was not far off.

Time was running short, yet nothing seemed wrong with the elderly patient's body.

Being anxious was useless; Zheng Ren entered the ward, wanting to see if there were any clues.

The old man's daughter was persuading him.

"Dad, you're sick; don't lose your temper like that."

"It's been days like this! Still not good! Still not good!!" The old man almost shouted as he spoke.

Zheng Ren suddenly felt an urge, waving to the patient's family. Zhou Litao was comforting the old man; the patient's family hesitated but still walked out of the observation room with Zheng Ren.

"May I ask if you live together with the patient?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yes, we live together." The patient's daughter said: "Is there something, Doctor?"

"Do you eat together?"

"My life is very regular; every day my parents pick up the child from kindergarten and bring him home, and when I get home we eat dinner together." She nodded, trying to answer all of Zheng Ren's upcoming questions.

It was a logical answer, but Zheng Ren was very disappointed.

What he wanted was definitely not this; if it were caused by food, how great that would be!

Unfortunately, the patient's daughter's answer blocked that avenue as well.

He let out a long sigh; Zheng Ren said: 'Troublesome.'

"Doctor, how much longer until my father can be discharged? I see no improvement in his condition; maybe he'd feel better at home. After all, it's inconvenient here, and I can't sleep well in the evening. Elderly people…"

"No!" Zheng Ren leaned against the wall, just entering thought. Upon hearing the patient's daughter's request, he instinctively shouted loudly.

The sudden loud shout startled the patient's daughter and Su Yun beside her.

Director Cheng walked over, looked at Zheng Ren, and said in a low voice: 'Zheng Lao Ban, although it hasn't been two hours yet, I still have to ask you to leave.'

The patient's daughter curiously watched the two of them.

This Conversation was strange; an elderly doctor with white hair clearly suppressed his anger, yet still had to speak politely to a young doctor.

In common sense, isn't it the elderly doctor who would slam the medical record folder into the young doctor's arms and tell him to get lost?

Could this young doctor be different?

"Director Cheng, I think I still want to try." Zheng Ren insisted.

"What try?" Director Cheng, facing the patient's family, tried his best to restrain his emotions, not shouting but angrily glaring at Zheng Ren: "The lab tests show no problem, the patient's condition is fine—what exactly do you want to see!"

"Director Cheng, please give me a little more time; I will surely figure it out." Zheng Ren repeatedly performed Jiu Gong.

Su Yun really couldn't be bothered to look at his obsequious appearance, turned away, and felt that today the Boss had really done something evil.

If there were a diagnosis, just say it outright. There's nothing new, yet he lingers in the Emergency Department instead of leaving; here… is he causing a medical disturbance?

I'll go… that thought just popped into Su Yun's mind, and he was stunned.

If the Boss went to become a medical troublemaker—no! To become a medical lawyer, even something as massive as 912 would go bankrupt within a year.

If no other force steps in to assist 912.

This guy's foundation in diagnosis and Shou Bing is incredibly strong. Picking bones out of an egg—others can't do it, but the Boss definitely has no problem. Not to mention picking bones, hatching a chick might even be possible.

No, can't think like that; Su Yun shook his head repeatedly, driving that frightening idea away.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you've already disrupted the normal medical order of the Emergency Department." Director Cheng's face turned grim: "Do you think the Medical Department covering you lets you do whatever you want?"

His emotions a bit agitated, Director Cheng started coughing again.

Zheng Ren looked at Director Cheng's System Panel: bronchial spasms, asthma, the diagnosis was clear.

As his emotions flared, Director Cheng's breathing became increasingly uneven.

The System Panel is clearly useful, so why doesn't it show any diagnosis for those patients?!

Zheng Ren was also furious, but he could only suppress his anger.

Jiu Gong, 90°.

"Director Cheng, I'm not causing trouble; please believe me." Zheng Ren bent his waist, speaking sincerely: "The patient definitely has a problem; I just haven't found it yet. Please go rest—I'll do it as soon as possible, as soon as possible."

Director Cheng prepared for Zheng Ren to be angered by him, then the two would go to the Medical Department, even to the Dean's Office, to file a lawsuit.

He just wouldn't believe it—himself, a grand Director, on his own turf, still letting a little brat run wild.

But Zheng Ren bowed down and couldn't get up; Director Cheng felt moved, 'This waist is really good! I can't do that myself.'

He laughed and cried at once, his anger having nowhere to vent; he could only let out a cold snort and turn back.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind—give him another one or two hours!

Seeing Director Cheng leave, Su Yun kicked Zheng Ren's leg: 'Everyone's gone, hurry up and get up, you look exhausted.'

Zheng Ren sighed, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and began to ponder again as if watching a show.

"Su Yun, tell me, just casually say what abnormal situation you saw." Zheng Ren's tone was a bit ethereal.

This time he truly had no ability to act.

Unlike the mass hysteria incident before—both times there was no diagnosis, but last time the System Panel was fine. This time…

Zheng Ren glanced again at the patient in the room, still puffing with anger; the System Panel's color seemed to have deepened a bit.

"Then I'll just say it." Su Yun chuckled: "All the patients aren't covering themselves with blankets; it's quite chilly today, but our ward's patients are all covered with blankets."

Zheng Ren sighed again; Su Yun, when he starts being improper, really has nothing proper… wait…

Not covering with blankets? Sweating? Face flushed? Fever? Bad temper?

Zheng Ren's mind suddenly flashed a string of symptoms.

Linked together, they meant one thing—hyperthyroidism!

If there is a sudden large secretion of thyroid hormone, it will cause a sudden Enhancement in metabolism, the body cannot adapt, resulting in nausea, vomiting, diarrhea!

Although this person still doesn't know why, this is the only reasonable explanation, able to combine all symptoms together.

"Manager Zhou! Urgently check all thyroid function items! Su Yun, you go send blood, hurry up the results!" Zheng Ren almost shouted as he said.

"You little brat, what are you yelling for! Scare me to death, you'll pay with your life!" The old man in the room was startled by Zheng Ren's voice, and he yelled back with an even louder voice.

Without waiting for Zheng Ren to explain, the Emergency Rescue Service duty staff rushed out and shouted: "Manager Zhou, the patient who just left the observation has fainted, I'm going to bring people back!"