Chapter 2220: 2143 Little Trick

What's going on?

A strange atmosphere filled the emergency department corridor; not only the medical staff, but even the patients and their families looking at Zheng Ren felt a sense of fear.

The medical staff are fine; they've seen a lot. If they still don't get it at this point, they're just pretending not to understand.

But the patients' families are different; the bigger and stranger the incident, the happier they are.

Is he a thug in a white coat? Why do those people look at him as if they'd seen a ghost?

Just moments ago they were screaming about dying, but in an instant even the patients with brain hemorrhages jumped off the gurney and ran off completely.

Zheng Ren approached the woman in the red windbreaker and said, "It's fine, they're just extortionists."

The woman in the red windbreaker hadn't reacted yet, staring blankly at the direction the crowd had gone, still in a dazed state.

Zheng Ren looked at her condition and knew she was overstimulated and wouldn't react for a while.

It's understandable—just a second ago they were about to lose everything, and the next second everything was fine; such a drastic change made it hard for her to react.

"Manager Zhou, find someone to watch her," Zheng Ren said.

Zhou Litao quickly called a nurse over, then tightly followed Zheng Ren, wanting to drag him to his duty room to get an explanation.

If this isn't cleared up, Zhou Litao feels he can't get through the day.

It's simply unbelievable.

Earlier, the patients' families had been aggressive, numerous, with clear division of labor, seeming somewhat fake, but Zhou Litao didn't dare say so outright.

The patient's head injury was real, the loss of pupillary light reflex was real, the family wanted to give up… These matters were complicated and tangled; without being the person involved, one would easily get lost in layers of confusion.

But when Zheng Lao Ban arrived, he called away the leader, and a few minutes later the world grew quiet.

Finally, Zhou Litao grabbed Zheng Lao Ban's arm and pulled him into his duty room.

"Please sit, please sit," Zhou Litao said, closing the door, opening the locker, and taking out the box of cigarettes bought especially for Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er.

"Just smoke yours; this is too expensive, I'm not used to it," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Hehe," Zhou Litao still insisted on handing the cigarette to Zheng Lao Ban.

Like Yun Ge'er, a flick of the wrist would make a cigarette pop out; Zhou Litao could do it, but couldn't get it just right.

Just hand over the cigarette honestly; no need to show off. There's nothing to show off about anyway.

Then Zhou Litao took the cigarette, glanced at Lin Yuan, and silently asked if she wanted one.

Lin Yuan frowned, a bit unhappy, but said nothing. She was equally curious about what Zheng Lao Ban had said to those people.

"Zheng Lao Ban, tell us, tell us," Zhou Litao urged after lighting the cigarette.

"It's just a trick of the jianghu; once explained, there's nothing to it." Zheng Ren said, "It's just a gang of extortionists who performed a little trick; after it was exposed, I..."

"Zheng Lao Ban, wait a moment," Zhou Litao hurriedly interjected.

Although it's a bit impolite, there's nothing else we can do.

In Zheng Lao Ban's mind, what happened after exposing the trick was important, but here, figuring out what the trick was is what matters most.

"Oh, the physical exam is already quite clear," Zheng Ren said. "The loss of pupillary light reflex isn't actually complete; it's a state of rigidity. Shining a penlight shows the pupil slowly constricting."

"..." Zhou Litao and Lin Yuan were somewhat puzzled, wondering if this meant anything.

"If it were a cerebral hemorrhage, the reaction within twenty minutes before and after would be too severe; it doesn't look like that." Zheng Ren began explaining from a medical perspective to Zhou Litao, "Moreover, you've also seen the patient's deep reflexes."

"Mm-hmm," Zhou Litao nodded repeatedly. "That's exactly what I wanted to say. Dilated pupils, weakened deep reflexes—clearly a cerebral hemorrhage."

"What does weakened biceps and triceps reflexes mean?"

"The normal biceps reflex arc is via the musculocutaneous nerve entering, passing through cervical segments 5-6, and exiting via the same musculocutaneous nerve. An abnormal biceps reflex indicates damage to that reflex arc," Lin Yuan answered quickly.

Zhou Litao was still thinking and couldn't keep up.

He nodded, eyes full of expectation. As for Lin Yuan's performance, Zhou Litao thought it was completely normal.

Following Zheng Lao Ban around, even if one is not as good as Yun Ge'er, basic knowledge shouldn't be lacking by much.

"The triceps reflex is similar; what about the knee reflex?"

"A weakened or absent knee reflex most commonly indicates spinal cord or peripheral nerve lesions, is one sign of lower motor neuron paralysis, and is often seen in muscular diseases, cerebellar disorders, and extrapyramidal system diseases," Lin Yuan said, like a top student in class, continuing to answer.

"Is that so? Weakened upper-limb deep reflexes aren't that serious, but weakened lower-limb deep reflexes are more serious—what does that mean?" Zheng Renze, like a teacher, continued to ask.

"..."

"Let me put it this way: my first diagnosis is not cerebral hemorrhage or trauma, but Edi syndrome." Zheng Ren said.

Upon hearing this obscure and uncommon diagnosis, Lin Yuan and Zhou Litao were somewhat bewildered.

"Adding to the patients' families' anxious demeanor..."

Just then, Su Yun pushed the door open and entered.

"Boss, I guessed you'd be here. I called you—why didn't you answer?" Su Yun asked.

"Just ran into something," Zheng Ren said. "How's your hand?"

"Good thing Lao Fan had some bruise liniment on his side; he rubbed a bit on me, and I'm fine." Su Yun had her right hand in her pocket, not taking it out.

Zheng Ren nodded; whatever Su Yun said was fine, nothing to doubt. At worst it's a muscle strain; Zheng Ren couldn't believe it would be a tendon rupture.

"What just happened?" Su Yun asked curiously.

Zheng Ren recounted the whole incident; after finishing the physical exam, Su Yun blew a breath, her black hair fluttering over her forehead, "Edi syndrome? Using this to extort—those guys are brilliant! Really a genius!"

Lin Yuan and Zhou Litao broke into a sweat; no wonder Yun Ge'er could follow Zheng Lao Ban into the jianghu—his diagnostic skill is just high.

After Zheng Lao Ban finished speaking, he still didn't get it. But look at Yun Ge'er—he immediately gave the same diagnosis as Zheng Lao Ban.

"Mm, their behavior over there is rather strange, and they won't let me do auxiliary tests—I can only scare them a bit." Zheng Ren said, "There's a 'crackdown on black and evil' slogan on the back door side; I first gave the diagnosis, exposed the little trick, then told them if they caused trouble again I'd directly call the police."

"Mm, once the trick is exposed and they retreat immediately, they're seasoned jianghu veterans, not a bunch of kids who don't know depth." Su Yun said with a chuckle.

Zhou Litao reflected on all this, feeling somewhat moved.

If you put yourself in their shoes, driving and hitting someone, sending them to the hospital for a check that says possible severe cerebral hemorrhage and spinal injury, the person wouldn't be much better off than the woman in the red windbreaker.