Chapter 1946: 1878 A Dim, Lightless Life (Monthly Ticket 41500 Extra Chapter ×83)

After a simple bite, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were chased upstairs.

Xie Yiren wanted to try on all the clothes again, and her and Chang Yue's laughing voices came up, full of endless vitality.

Zheng Ren was very strange.

How come Xiao Yi Ren is so energetic?

I was exhausted like a dog, yet she remained full of energy. After returning home she cooked, then continued changing into various outfits.

Really can't understand women.

Lying down on the bed, Zheng Ren quickly entered dreamland.

He didn't even dream; when he regained consciousness, it was already daylight. Going out once, he was truly exhausted like a dog.

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Northern Province, provincial capital, Medical University Affiliated Hospital.

Xia Hua sat in the office, hair disheveled, beard stubbly, no longer bearing the look of a talented youth.

His own father was hospitalized in his department, so Xia Hua didn't take leave but stayed in the hospital 24 hours a day.

As if returning to the post of Inpatient Chief, Xia Hua had endured several months; now he only felt utterly exhausted, truly wanting to take a good shower and then fall asleep.

Even if the sky fell, he didn't want to bother.

But it's not possible.

Life must go on; countless things need him to do.

Not working, one day is fine, one week is fine, but what about a month?

Mortgage, children's tutoring fees, elderly hospitalization expenses.

Several great mountains weighed on his shoulders; Xia Hua felt he couldn't even straighten his waist. Although his body was suffused with fatigue, making life dim and gloomy, he had no choice.

No matter how hard, he must go on.

Today is the weekend; the legendary Boss Zheng is coming to perform surgery on his father, yet he had no choice but to admit an emergency patient.

If possible, Xia Hua truly wouldn't want to admit patients.

The patient was sleeping at home when he suddenly coughed, and then it was unclear whether he coughed up or vomited about 100 ml of fresh blood.

Seeing this at home frightened the family, who immediately sent him to the Emergency Department of the Provincial Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital for treatment.

A chest X-ray was taken, reporting: left-sided pleural effusion with pneumothorax, mediastinal air accumulation.

Because the patient's condition was poor, he was immediately admitted for treatment.

The Inpatient Chief and the second-line on-call professor were treating a patient with combined injuries from an emergency traffic accident on the operating table, with no time to come down.

Xia Hua could only step forward to receive the patient.

Is spontaneous hemoptysis or hematemesis, plus mediastinal emphysema, due to tumor invasion?

Xia Hua gave the patient symptomatic treatment, and after the condition slightly stabilized, prepared to send him for further relevant examinations.

Boss Zheng didn't need to be personally met, which gave Xia Hua a little time to catch his breath.

Gao Shaojie and Teacher Gao went early to the highway exit to wait for Boss Zheng; Xia Hua just needed to wait at the hospital.

Hope this Boss Zheng is as miraculous as Gao Shaojie and Teacher Gao said; Xia Hua had some anticipation, but not very strong.

What Nobel Prize, what rising star of 912, these have nothing to do with Xia Hua.

Over the past six months, all his attention has been on his father's condition.

Even now he still remembers the honest face on the plane, remembers him calling the tower, earnestly and even stubbornly shouting, 'I am Zheng Ren, calling…'

Young, how nice.

In his twenties he wouldn't have faced such heavy life pressure; now several great mountains almost crush him. He especially understands those who commit suicide; sometimes Xia Hua also occasionally thinks about how to escape.

Xia Hua felt himself zoning out, he picked up the coffee pot nearby and took a big gulp.

He felt refreshed, perhaps a psychological effect.

Over the past six months, Xia Hua has relied on coffee to get by.

Until now, he has been on the verge of breaking down.

Striving to stay clear-headed, Xia Hua inserted the patient's chest X-ray into the viewer, then picked up the emergency lab sheet done after admission.

The frontal view shows a large left pleural effusion with pneumothorax; Xia Hua had already placed a closed chest tube drainage, drawing out a large amount of reddish-yellow fluid and a little gas.

The blood count shows white blood cells 19.13×10⁹/L, indicating a fairly severe infection.

The patient's condition has some odd aspects; Xia Hua is currently judging.

It likely requires emergency surgery, but whether it's a bronchial pleural leak or another disease?

Xia Hua had been looking at the films for a while, the lateral view in hand, just about to insert it, when he suddenly thought that Boss Zheng would arrive shortly.

Have him take a look?

Doctors who do interventions have a deeper understanding of imaging than general clinicians, after all imaging is their main specialty.

Okay, let's do that.

Xia Hua returned to his seat, began writing orders, and ordered a plain lung CT scan for the patient.

Then he urged the nurse to generate the orders, and found a companion to accompany them for the examination.

After lifting the patient onto the stretcher, Xia Hua specifically instructed the companion and the patient's family that the drainage bottle must be lower than the chest cavity; otherwise, not only would nothing be drained, but the fluid in the bottle would flow back into the chest.

This is a detail that must be told to everyone around; otherwise, a clumsy person at home could come out, and after a check the patient might return and that's it.

Xia Hua's mind is still meticulous; he mustered his spirits, lifted the patient onto the stretcher, hung the drainage bottle lower than the chest, observed the fluid level's fluctuation, and then felt relieved.

At home they covered the patient with a blanket, and to prevent wind from 'blowing' on him, they also covered his face.

This is a habitual action rooted in the people's hearts, like sitting the month, for countless years.

Xia Hua did not stop it, and it doesn't affect breathing; it's merely a way for the family to express their care.

Seeing the patient off being pushed out, several figures walked in, and a peace cart brushed past.

As they passed the flat cart, two figures seemed to pause briefly, whispered to each other, then walked on.

"Xia Hua, Zheng Lao Ban is here." Gao Shaojie's face was flushed, full of energy.

Xia Hua was a bit puzzled; it was just picking up a professor from Di Du, why such a fuss? Today, Director Jin of the Intervention Department was indisposed for surgery, Gao Shaojie didn't go to see them, but instead went to pick up Zheng Lao Ban.

However, Xia Hua immediately bowed slightly, showing respect.

No matter how young, they are the team-leading professor of Di Du 912, and they are here to perform surgery on their own grandfather.

Being respectful is only natural; one can't think that just because they paid ten thousand for a flying knife fee, they're a god.

Some people do think they're a god, putting on airs to the fullest. Over the years, there have even been rumors across the country that the Flying Knife professor, upon getting off the plane, was so angered they just left.

However, such things are rare, after all, it's just basic human etiquette.

"Zheng Lao Ban, greetings, greetings." Xia Hua extended a hand.

A warm, firm large hand grasped it.

"Doctor Xia, I've never expressed my thanks for what happened last time." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "It's all thanks to meeting you."

"Just a coincidence."

"Come, let's take a quick look at the images; the operating room is ready, right?" Zheng Ren said.

"All ready."

Xia Hua led Zheng Lao Ban into the office.

They were just about to take down the images hanging on the viewer when a voice came from beside.

"Spontaneous esophageal rupture? That's quite serious."