Chapter 2066: 1995 No Easy Words (Monthly Ticket 62500 Bonus Chapter ×125)

Zheng Ren nodded; Zhou Litao's emergency diagnosis was still quite accurate.

Electrolyte imbalance in the body could lead to complications such as coma and convulsions; kidney function might also become abnormal, and these do not need to be reminded to him.

Then we just wait for the test results.

Zheng Ren turned and walked out of the emergency resuscitation room.

Coming to the lobby, he saw that the system panels of the several men and women who came with the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle were all red; they were listless, with dark circles under their eyes, standing by the wall.

This group seemed tense, but with wooden expressions; the moment they came out in white coats, they actually didn't ask about the patient's condition.

"You are the patient's……" Zheng Ren asked.

"Um, Doctor, we are Zhou Qiang's colleagues." A young man seemed slightly clearer-headed, paused less than two seconds, and replied.

"How come you look so tired?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Overtime, rushing to……" saying that, the young man yawned, then immediately thought to ask: "Doctor, Zhou…… the patient is okay, right?"

"We don't know yet; we have to wait for the test results." Zheng Ren said a vague remark.

However, these people have some understanding of the instruments; they have already seen the numbers on the ECG monitor.

Although they don't know medicine, they still know the basic vital signs.

So they are not very tense either.

At this moment, only Zheng Ren is the most tense.

"When did he develop this condition?" Zheng Ren continued to ask.

"Half an hour ago." Another person, listless, said: "We were working when Old Zhou suddenly went mad. He threw a water cup at me; luckily I dodged."

"Huh?"

"Doctor, if I hadn't dodged, it would be me being brought in now." That person also yawned: "I didn't even notice my own body's reaction; thinking about it now, I'm still frightened."

Psychiatric symptoms?

Zheng Ren immediately became concerned.

It's not just acute kidney failure; there are also psychiatric symptoms and violent tendencies.

"Well, later there was nothing left to smash, so I started throwing files around. It's a mess; I'll have to tidy up when I go back. I can't take it; I'll sit and nap a bit, call me if there's any news."

A female coworker, limp like a walking corpse, came to the red chair nearby, sat down and fell asleep. A coworker pulled her a bit; she shook off his hand, looking annoyed.

In the world, nothing can stop her from heading toward that red plastic chair.

Zheng Ren hadn't asked a few questions when the patient's several coworkers were exhausted and half-asleep, unable to provide any medical history. Moreover, everyone was irritable; if he kept pressing, Zheng Ren suspected they would also smash things.

Seeing them sit down and fall asleep almost instantly, Zheng Ren sighed.

"Holy cow, are blessings now this powerful?" Su Yun looked at this group of colleagues and asked in surprise.

Zheng Ren glanced at the patient; his struggling had weakened considerably, and…… he began to snore.

This is also asleep.

How could it be more exhausting than the Inpatient Chief? Zheng Ren didn't quite understand.

"Boss, I think you're right; that dictionary does exist." Su Yun said with a smile, not seeing that he believed Zheng Ren was correct.

Zheng Ren shook his head and started calling Cui Heming.

"Where's Old Cui?"

"He'll be here soon." Zheng Ren glanced at the people squeezing in, sleeping all twisted, also feeling somewhat helpless.

This is the first time I've encountered a situation where asking about medical history puts someone to sleep.

Soon, Cui Heming arrived at the emergency department.

Zheng Ren first glanced; his system panel was also red. But he only had a diagnosis of primary hypertension grade 3, with no life-threatening complications like dissection.

As long as the person is fine, that's good; Zheng Ren waved.

"Chief Zheng, Chief Zheng, is the person okay?" Cui Heming asked anxiously.

"For now, it looks fine." Zheng Ren continued speaking vaguely, then immediately asked: "Old Cui, what's going on?"

"I don't know either; I was working when I heard a commotion outside. I went to look, and a folder hit my head……"

Zheng Ren really had no way this time; Cui Heming's speech was all over the place, and his condition didn't look good either.

"Old Cui, you're pushing yourself too hard." Su Yun said: "Be careful—you might earn a life but not have the fortune to spend it."

"Doctor Su, not giving it your all doesn't guarantee survival, let alone spending money." Cui Heming gave a wry smile: "This isn't just taking on a big job; if we can finish it on schedule, at least we won't have to worry for a year."

Saying there's no need to worry, but Cui Heming's face was full of the two characters "anxiety".

He glanced at several employees slumped sideways on the plastic chairs, fast asleep; seeing their spirits drooping further, they actually seemed about to fall asleep standing.

"Old Cui!" Zheng Ren called out quickly.

If Cui Heming also fell asleep, the following matters would be troublesome.

The patient appears to be just over thirty; so young, developing acute kidney failure, Zheng Ren suspects it's related to medication.

We must find the source before we can administer targeted treatment.

Otherwise, if we only treat the kidney failure…… most cases would be fine, but Zheng Ren worries there could be other changes.

The older the jianghu, the smaller the courage; this saying is truly correct.

The girl who died from eating rat poison, her massive bleeding still makes Zheng Ren feel lingering fear when he recalls it.

Although she was discharged safely, who can guarantee that this person before us is fine?

Cui Heming became slightly clearer, but only a little.

He forced his eyes open, irritably glanced at Zheng Ren, full of morning grumpiness.

"Old Cui, did the patient have any prior illness?" Zheng Ren seized the moment to ask.

"No illness, he's physically strong." Cui Heming said: "After I got sick, thanks to his perseverance, the company could keep running normally. This time, I guess it's just too much pressure, emotional breakdown."

"Emotions? Not necessarily," Zheng Ren thought.

"Hypertension, Coronary Heart Disease, diabetes—does he have all of these? Is he taking any oral medication every day?" Zheng Ren continued to ask.

"No…… maybe." Cui Heming tried to recall, but couldn't remember what medicine Zhou Qiang usually took.

He's only in his early thirties; at worst it's just a bit of fatty liver or something, rarely a serious illness. But thinking of this, Cui Heming recalled his classmate and let out a deep sigh.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren saw his mood was off, didn't dare press further, and just asked casually.

Cui Heming briefly talked about what happened to his classmate in Yangcheng, feeling somewhat sad.

But no matter how sad he was, he couldn't resist the endless fatigue that came in waves like a tide.

Earlier, worried about Zhou Qiang's safety, fearing he might not make it to the Hospital, his body secreted large amounts of adrenaline and dopamine.

Now seeing Zhou Qiang's vital signs stable and him asleep, Cui Heming felt a bit more at ease.

The Hormone levels in his body dropped, and Cui Heming could no longer hold on. The fatigue accumulated over how many days overwhelmed him completely.

Seeing his eyelids flutter, obviously unable to hold on either, Zheng Ren let out a sigh.