Chapter 210: with translation of chapter title

0205 Relax, I'm here (2/5)

What's the matter? Zheng Renye blinked, Zhao Yunlong is looking for me? Do I know him well?

After picking up the phone, Zhao Yunlong's deep and rough voice came through.

Zheng Lao Ban, the postoperative patient you diagnosed on the plane—his condition is somewhat unstable; if you have time, please come take a look.

Zheng Ren blinked. Cui Heming? It's already the third day post-op; if there were going to be problems, they'd have shown up by now—why wait until now?

Can you be more specific, Brother Zhao? Zheng Ren asked.

Whenever the patient leaves the calm state, they make a heart sign, then soon show agitation and the like. Staying calm all the time is bad for cardiopulmonary recovery. But after agitation, the chest bottle drains fresh blood—yesterday it was 100 ml, and today they're agitated again. Zhao Yunlong said anxiously.

He paused, Zhao Yunlong's tone turned strange, a bit hesitant: "A nurse said maybe the patient isn't making a heart sign but drawing a square…"

Okay." Zheng Ren thought it bizarre, but he agreed without hesitation.

Back when I was in Hai Cheng, there was also a patient with avascular necrosis of the femoral head who called himself Doctor Fang; this kind of thing is still possible.

Professor Pei was also surprised; Zheng Ren has only been in Di Du a few days, how did he get so familiar with the hospital's middle-level staff of all ranks?

Young people just have energy, Professor Pei thought with a smile.

Zheng Ren apologetically greeted Professor Pei, then left.

Su Yun frowned; this surgery is about to start—does Zheng Ren want to do it or not? Is there something that can't wait until after the surgery?

This guy… Su Yun truly doesn't know how to evaluate Zheng Ren. In his lifetime, he's rarely met someone like this.

Pure? Perhaps one could say that.

Even my great Chengdu can't change this personality; it can only be called pure.

He lowered his head and followed behind Zheng Ren; Su Yun also vaguely heard what Zhao Yunlong just said. He doesn't agree with Zhao Yunlong's statement; the nurse's guess is likely wrong.

There are many possible reasons for the patient's agitation; Su Yun prepares to help take a look.

In the thoracic ICU, the technical capability, in his view, is just so-so. Surely the patient's ventilator tubing has accumulated distilled water, causing excessive pressure, or the patient has phlegm— that's why agitation occurs.

Soon, the two arrived at the thoracic ICU.

As a top-tier national super-large Grade-A hospital, it not only has an ICU for critical care, but many departments also have their own monitoring rooms responsible for postoperative patient recovery.

After all, the surgeon knowing the patient's condition also benefits postoperative recovery.

Entering the monitoring room, Zheng Ren first wiped away sweat.

He had walked a bit quickly, his forehead drenched in sweat.

Even a tough guy can't withstand an illness— that saying really holds true.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren put on a cap and mask, then entered the monitoring room.

Although it's just a department's monitoring room, it houses over twenty patients; its scale even exceeds that of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan's ICU, which professionally wipes bottoms for all departments.

Seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun enter, Zhao Yunlong came forward, extended his hand and shook Zheng Ren's hand, saying in a low voice: "Zheng Lao Ban, trouble you. Hmm? You have a fever?"

As soon as they touched, Zhao Yunlong felt that Zheng Ren's hand temperature was off.

"It's fine, I'll take a look." Zheng Ren waved his hand, and under Zhao Yunlong's guidance, came to Cui Heming's bedside.

Cui Heming was on ventilator-assisted breathing, but the ventilator alarm kept sounding. His blood oxygen saturation wasn't great, only 92%. The pleural closed-drainage bottle fluid level fluctuated well, and inside the tubing one could see light-red fresh blood draining out.

Zheng Ren glanced at the amount—already nearly 60 ml of drainage.

Although in theory, drainage under 50 ml would allow extubation, it's only morning; if it continues all day, we'd be draining several hundred milliliters of fresh blood.

"There isn't that much in a calm state." Zhao Yunlong said: "Zheng Lao Ban, please take a look; if not, we'll have to do a tracheotomy and slowly recover."

Zheng Ren first inspected the auxiliary equipment, then approached Cui Heming's bedside.

Cui Heming was awake, but with a ventilator tube in his mouth and a nasal gastric tube, unable to speak.

Seeing Zheng Ren arrive, Cui Heming's agitation worsened; the ventilator and monitor alarms blared together.

Zhao Yunlong saw this and furrowed his brows.

Su Yun went to check small details others rarely notice, such as whether there was moisture buildup in the tubing behind the ventilator, for example…

"Don't worry, I'm here." Zheng Ren looked at Cui Heming's eyes and said seriously: "Everything's fine; if all goes well, we can extubate in a day, and transfer out of the monitoring room in a few days."

Cui Heming's agitation eased considerably; he blinked his eyes at Zheng Ren, as if wanting to communicate something.

Zheng Ren grasped his hand and smiled faintly: "Rest assured, we made it through the flight together; the surgery is done, nothing will happen. Although I can't stay here to care for you constantly, if anything arises I'll return immediately. So, rest easy."

After a few simple words, Cui Heming earnestly nodded, then grew quiet.

"Yes, maintaining this state is fine. I know lying still for long is very uncomfortable, but it's a necessary process; rest a bit and you'll improve soon." Zheng Ren squeezed Cui Heming's hand firmly, then released.

Cui Heming's eyes slowly closed, no longer making a heart sign, nor agitated.

The monitor and ventilator alarms immediately weakened; within less than a minute all indicators returned to normal, and the monitor showed blood oxygen saturation restored to 98%.

Feeling the abnormal change,

Su Yun froze.

Zhao Yunlong also froze.

What's going on?

Could the nurse's guess be correct? Really hit the mark?

The patient just wanted to see Zheng Ren once?

Zhao Yunlong couldn't believe what he saw; as the lead surgeon, his ten thousand words to the patient mean less than a few comforting words from Zheng Ren.

This… this is utterly unreasonable!

Zheng Ren comforted Cui Heming a few more times; seeing his condition stable, he told Cui Heming he'd come back tomorrow, then gestured and left slowly.

Leaving the monitoring room, Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with the gaze of someone seeing a monster.

How?

"How did you bewitch him?" Su Yun pondered for a while, finally feeling that the two words "bewitch" best expressed his feelings.

Zhao Yunlong stood aside, deeply agreeing.

After years as a doctor, it's rare to see a patient, upon calmly regaining consciousness, so eagerly longing to see someone.

Even closer than family, this feeling…… is truly rare.

I didn't expect that the nurse actually guessed correctly.

The heart gesture, actually was drawing a square, meaning they wanted to see Zheng Ren.

This is damn hard to understand.

"I don't know either." Zheng Ren felt some Fatigue, shook his head, started changing shoes, "Perhaps he came all the way on the plane and trusts me more? Or perhaps I once treated his mother?"

Zheng Ren's reason is far-fetched, but that's the only way to explain it.

"Hey Zheng Lao Ban, you still seem to have a fever." Zhao Yunlong said, "Is the wound infected?"

"Probably my clothes tore the day before yesterday and I caught a chill. It's fine, it'll be better in a few days." Zheng Ren said.

These past two days, aside from having a meal with Su Yun, Zhao Yunlong has been guarding Fang Lin. He feels grateful toward Zheng Ren, and with today's "miraculous" event, he is even more unwilling to let Zheng Ren go.

They forcibly dragged Zheng Ren to the dressing room and personally changed his dressing.

The wound was slightly red and swollen, but there were no signs of infection, so Zhao Yunlong finally felt relieved.

After changing the dressing, Zheng Ren and Zhao Yunlong said their goodbyes, hurriedly made a phone call to inquire about the situation at the research institute.

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This is adapted from a real case.