Chapter 2177: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren saw Vice President Yuan, Ye Qingqiu, Lin Ge, and also the relevant directors, professors, and many unfamiliar faces.

There was a middle-aged woman sitting inside, her expression wooden. She was not grief-stricken, nor was she weeping bitterly; her whole person emitted a deathly aura.

She should be the child's mother, Zheng Ren guessed.

But there were too many people; Zheng Ren saw a pale red System Panel in the crowd. And the silhouettes blocked the System Panel's diagnosis, so he couldn't see it clearly.

I suppose encountering such a big matter suddenly would be hard to accept, Zheng Ren thought.

Going in to take a look wasn't really necessary; Zheng Ren let out a light sigh and turned to leave.

But after just a few steps, he heard a flurry of panicked sounds coming from the handover room.

Inside were mostly directors with rich clinical experience; there was no clamor or noise, but the voices carried a sense of... anxiety.

Uh, Zheng Ren turned back.

Seeing the Inpatient Chief of the ICU rushing toward the inside of the room, it seemed she was going to fetch something; her steps were a bit flustered.

Something's wrong!

"Whooo..." a faint sound of stifled breath reached Zheng Ren's ears; he stopped in his tracks and turned back.

Parting the crowd, those standing outside were all from the school; at this moment they couldn't help at all.

Zheng Ren charged forward like a tank, crushing everything in his path, reckless and headlong.

The middle-aged woman's face was pallid, her hand pressed to her chest, her lips slightly bluish, as she struggled to breathe.

Seeing this, Zheng Ren's first thought was that the coronary heart disease had acted up.

But the red on the System Panel was not the color of an acute onset of atherosclerotic coronary artery disease; it was merely faintly red, bearing an eerie diagnosis—Broken Heart Syndrome.

Zheng Ren had no time to think it over; regardless of what diagnosis Big Pig Trotter gave, he needed to rule things out first.

"Careful, lay her flat, lie her on the ground." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

The cardiology department staff weren't on scene; Zheng Ren didn't hesitate to take over, beginning to direct the rescue.

Ye Qingqiu and Lin Ge saw Boss Zheng arrive in time, and their faces improved a bit.

Like an elder sending off a younger, most patient relatives would lose emotional control, but it's not common for problems to appear directly.

Although everyone was experienced and not prone to panic, they felt gloomy inside, their mood slightly low.

"Move aside, don't get in the way." Su Yun shouted directly, parting the crowd.

Lin Yuan took the stethoscope, took off his white coat, and spread it on the ground.

Several people helped the middle-aged woman lie on the white coat; Zheng Ren reached out, and Lin Yuan handed him the stethoscope.

The heart rate was slightly fast; when lying on the left side, the mitral valve had a mild murmur.

It's not a big problem; Big Pig Trotter's judgment should be fine.

Soon, the Inpatient Chief of the ICU came out carrying a portable ECG machine; behind her, distant footsteps could be heard, presumably nurses rushing over with emergency medication.

The ECG showed abnormalities; the patient's mother's ECG displayed sinus rhythm, with ST-segment elevation of 0.1 to 0.3 mV in leads II, III, aVF, and V4 through V6.

"Heart attack?" someone whispered.

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Gurney, send to the Emergency Department."

Vice President Yuan glanced at the ECG, also suspecting a heart attack in his mind. But Boss Zheng spoke so decisively that he didn't rebut.

Lin Ge called for people to push the gurney, Ye Qingqiu went to call Director Zhang of the Cardiology Department. At times like this, although Boss Zheng had made a diagnosis, who could go a lifetime without mistake? Surely more technical expertise must be brought in to make the judgment.

Tense yet orderly, the rescue work was busy but not chaotic.

ICU medical staff carried the ECG monitor and attached it to the middle-aged woman.

Heart rate, blood pressure, respiration, and pulse all looked fine; with the most intuitive image, rescue medication was nearby. Moreover, with Boss Zheng present, several hospital leaders breathed a sigh of relief; it should be okay.

"I'll send her to the Emergency Department for observation; are there any other relatives? Have someone from the school accompany her." Zheng Ren said.

A middle-aged man in his forties silently followed behind Zheng Ren.

"You are..."

"I am Chen Li's counselor."

Zheng Ren didn't ask further; these details weren't important. As for the patient's mother's condition, Zheng Ren leaned more toward it being Broken Heart Syndrome.

"Su Yun, does the hospital have a portable echocardiography machine?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yes."

"Push it to the Emergency Department." Zheng Ren said.

For such a matter, Su Yun definitely wouldn't just call the echocardiography suite directly. Since it wasn't a private affair, he immediately went to find Lin Ge to coordinate what Boss Zheng needed.

As for why a patient suspected of heart attack needed an echocardiography exam, Su Yun wasn't in a hurry to ask; he'd find out when the test was done.

After sending Chen Li's mother to the Emergency Department, Zhou Litao had already prepared various rescue medications and equipment with his team.

But Zheng Ren shook his head, merely telling him to swap the ECG monitor for the Emergency Department's, lift the person onto the bed, and then take no further action.

"Boss Zheng, heart attack? No need to give medication?" Zhou Litao asked, looking at the ECG monitor's waveform, somewhat puzzled.

"Not a heart attack; tentatively diagnosed as Broken Heart Syndrome." Zheng Ren sat beside the bed, looking at Chen Li's mother with a wooden expression, the deathly aura emanating from her growing stronger.

Zheng Ren felt grim inside and didn't want to say more.

If the patient's mother could cry, it would be better; her emotions piled up in her heart like a huge boulder, pressing so hard she could barely breathe.

And that sorrow was like a sharp knife, stabbing straight into the heart and then twisting a few times.

Pain, truly painful.

"What?" Zhou Litao heard a diagnosis he had never heard before.

Broken Heart Syndrome? What is that?

Lin Yuan had the same doubt; she sensibly stayed silent, even though she had only been in the Medical Team for a few days, Boss Zheng had already left an impression of invincibility in her mind.

Zheng Ren also didn't elaborate further; he simply stared at the ECG monitor's machine, watching it.

Zhou Litao carefully left sufficient rescue medication; even if Boss Zheng's judgment were mistaken, there would be no problem.

Soon, the portable bedside ultrasound cardiac device was pushed over.

Also coming along was Director Zhang from the Cardiology Department.

"Zheng Lao Ban, is it a myocardial infarction?" Director Zhang asked softly, then she looked at the ECG monitor; leads II, III, aVF and V4–V6 showed ST-segment elevation of about 0.2 mV, suggestive of myocardial infarction but not severe; she had her own judgment.

Zheng Ren shook his head, stood up, pushed the ultrasound cardiac machine to the bedside, and began examining Chen Li's mother.

Chen Li's mother lay motionless like a walking corpse, her gaze empty and pallid, her body limp as cotton, with no trace of muscle tone.

Director Zhang understood the situation; facing the tragedy of elders seeing their juniors pass away, no one could bear to watch.

But in the hospital, one has to look even if they cannot bear to.

Many things require someone to take responsibility.