Chapter 2416

2332 Different Positions, Different Thoughts

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun returned to Di Du, news from Nanshan Shi came one after another.

The child's follow-up lab tests determined it was hepatic lenticular nucleus degeneration, and they accepted copper-chelation therapy. According to Zheng Ren's guess, after a period of treatment, the young patient's condition will gradually improve.

For such a thing, once treatment starts, there's nothing more to think about.

Just this matter made Su Yun angry, and Zheng Ren was also annoyed; he thought back to many years ago, Lei Dian Fa Wang. Back then playing games was called internet addiction; now it's all esports.

How could there be a reason to use electric shocks just to stop a child from playing games? Thinking of this, Zheng Ren felt somewhat annoyed.

Even without hepatic lenticular nucleus degeneration, sending a perfectly healthy child to a psychiatric hospital to start taking medication for mental illness is also unacceptable.

Hope the young patient gets better soon.

The next day after finishing surgery, Zheng Ren changed clothes, opened his phone, and saw a WeChat message from Zhao Bureau Chief saying that the patient's family had reached a settlement with the hospital, and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"There's nothing to see; from now on, this kind of thing will only increase. Everyone wants to maintain good communication with you; if they can't, they also don't want to offend you."

"Your performance yesterday was somewhat lacking." Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and said.

"Not bad; actually I was preparing to scold the patient's family, but you beat me to it." Su Yun said, "Constantly sending kids to psychiatric hospitals—what's the point?"

"People who do things under the banner of doing good for you are many; let it be that." Zheng Ren knew that this matter implied too many things.

It's unclear and illogical. Anyway, my responsibility is to treat disease and save people; doing what I can is enough. Thinking too much just needlessly makes my mind chaotic.

"Come on, let's take a look at Manager Zhou." Su Yun said with a smile, "By the end of June, this batch of Inpatient Chiefs will be done; Manager Zhou is probably counting the days on his fingers."

"Sure." Zheng Ren thought a moment, then said, "Anything this afternoon? Let's go see Director Miao."

"I'll go..." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in surprise, as if rudely sizing up a stranger, "Boss, I thought you had forgotten Director Miao."

"How could it be." Zheng Ren said, "To be honest, I never could muster the courage to see Director Miao. Whenever I think of Director Miao, I feel like I'm facing an unsolvable problem; this kind of thing shouldn't be dwelled on, because thinking too much makes a person involuntarily become fragile."

"Tch." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with contempt, "Just say you're scared. Yu Zong has told me several times that Director Miao's condition is recovering well; he's already able to get out and walk around, and he keeps saying he wants to see you."

Zheng Ren smiled; a few times when Su Yun brought up this topic, he had diverted it himself.

Everyone has life and death; the surgery that no one dares to perform, Director Miao did it, but in the end he was driven to psychological collapse by the family.

"The problem of the patient's family?" Zheng Ren initially thought so, but after calming down for a few months, whenever it came to mind, he gradually changed his view.

The patient's family's psychology was probably also collapsing; at that time, Director Miao was the only person he could confide in and talk to.

Who knows? This kind of thing has countless interpretations; the key is how you think about it.

Zheng Ren still remembers how helpless he was, crying out loud in the System Operating Room, his heartache feeling like a knife stabbed in and then twisted twice.

Time is a good medicine, soothing one's wounds. Although it appears that Director Miao is the one injured, Zheng Ren knows that as a firsthand experiencer, he too has suffered a blow.

After being guided by Director Pan, he sort of figured it out. But a wound is a wound; it needs time to heal.

Being able to face this matter correctly—at least Zheng Ren thinks so—he should go see Director Miao.

The two chatted while walking to the Emergency Department.

The hallway had no noisy footsteps; this was the leisurely time of the Emergency Department. When passing the Emergency Resuscitation Room, Zheng Ren glanced inside—it was empty.

How nice it would be if this room stayed empty all the time.

Zhou Litao was in his duty room, writing a paper.

"Manager Zhou, are you studying?" Su Yun asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Yun Ge'er, don't mock me. The Inpatient Chief term is ending; we have to look ahead." Zhou Litao laughed, "Without a national-level project, without solid SCI..."

912 has more monks than porridge; basically it's one radish per hole. Compared to prefecture-level hospitals, where having enough resources allows smooth promotion, it's different here. In 912, wanting to be evaluated as Deputy Chief Physician requires a bloody fight.

It looks a bit unfair, but there's nothing to be done. The same title of Chief Physician carries different weight compared to 912.

Zhou Litao is preparing; to meet the hard requirement for promotion, he needs solid SCI articles, at least a national-level or even Di Du-level natural science foundation grant.

"Let me see what project." Su Yun said with a smile, wanting to turn Zhou Litao's notebook to take a look.

"No, no." Zhou Litao, feeling a bit embarrassed in front of the two top students, immediately closed his notebook.

"Tsk tsk, Boss, you say Manager Zhou is so unsociable; what will happen in the future?" Su Yun said mockingly.

Zhou Litao was a bit dazed.

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "When you're done, let Su Yun take a look; the writing and narration style is different from how we write papers. There are many small points to pay attention to. Also, Su Yun is familiar with the editors over there; although he won't let a worthless piece be published in Willow Leaf Blade or Xin Ying Ge Lan, he can shorten the process."

Su Yun looked at Zhou Litao proudly.

"Thank you, Yun Ge'er." Zhou Litao immediately said, "Thank you."

I suggest applying to Xin Ying Ge Lan; you've seen many strange small cases in the Emergency Department—pick a particularly rare one and write about it.

Su Yun gave Zhou Litao his advice.

Zhou Litao nodded repeatedly.

"How's your girlfriend doing?" Su Yun asked.

"Um..." Zhou Litao showed a troubled expression, then said: "First get promoted; the girlfriend can wait."

"This is about establishing a career first, then starting a family; anyway, if you become a Deputy Chief Physician, finding a girlfriend might be easier." Su Yun said.

"How is Cui Lao?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Still the same." Zhou Litao slowly shook his head: "His bodily functions can still be maintained, but I think Cui Lao himself doesn't really want to keep living like this."

"In a few days I'll go keep Cui Lao company and chat." Zheng Ren smiled brightly.

"By the way, Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er, Cui Lao has asked several times about your Nobel Prize project. He said, if he could see you win the Nobel Prize, he could die in peace."

"Never mind, let me tell you, the chances of winning the Nobel Prize this year..." As he spoke, Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren.

"Fifty-fifty."