Chapter 2578: with translation of chapter title

2584.2485 bloodletting therapy

At some point, the sound of a stretcher came from the hallway, interrupting Zheng Ren's thoughts.

Tang Haitao, with a slightly effeminate tone, shouted loudly, "Security! Security!!"

Zheng Ren froze for a moment, then quickly stood up and strode out.

"Boss, you meddle in everything." Su Yun followed behind, sneering.

But Zheng Ren said nothing; he frowned and saw a person holding a bloody knife in his hand, with bloodstains on the blade. On his back he carried a person, whose face he couldn't see, and both hands were dripping blood.

Now public security is getting better and better, the underworld has gradually become a legend—what's going on? Zheng Ren froze for a moment. Someone came to the hospital holding a knife……

"Doctor, it's not me, it's her! It's her!" the man carrying the person shouted loudly, gesturing to avoid misunderstanding, "Save her!!"

He shouted urgently, and Zheng Ren's first impression was that this person had no idea he was still holding a knife in his hand.

Not many people come to the hospital holding a knife.

Earlier, when two groups fought, they'd finish fighting on the roadside, gather at the hospital, and fight again. Medical staff basically waited for the two groups to finish fighting before cleaning up the mess, with fists and feet flying, blades flashing—who would dare rush in?

"Put the knife down first!" Tang Haitao said nervously, although he was timid, he still held a stool for self-defense.

"Uh..." the man froze, then immediately threw the knife to the ground, and, carrying the patient, said anxiously, "Save him!"

Zheng Ren strode forward, grabbed a stretcher, and said in a low voice, "Put it on the stretcher."

After saying that, he turned to the nurse and said, "Take the blood pressure."

Zheng Ren thought it was a suicidal patient, but he didn't expect the man to put the patient on the stretcher; the system panel flashed red, clearly labeling the diagnosis—cerebral hemorrhage.

This was a bit strange, but cerebral hemorrhage is definitely no joke. Zheng Ren laid the patient flat, lifted her eyelid, saw the left pupil dilated, and called Tang Haitao over.

Without wasting words, he pulled a small flashlight from his pocket, and Zheng Ren checked the pupil's reaction to light.

Sure enough, Big Pig Trotter once again proved its accuracy.

"Uh..." Tang Haitao also froze, wondering if this was domestic violence, a heavy object striking the head causing cranial brain injury?

He tugged at Zheng Ren's white coat, and Zheng Ren turned back, saying, "Head CT, immediately. After it's done, send to neurosurgery!"

Tang Haitao froze for a moment; although he didn't understand Boss Zheng's wording, he still went to issue the order right away.

The patient's blood pressure was 180/100 mmHg; after giving a small dose of antihypertensive drug intravenously to control the blood pressure, they were urgently sent to the CT room for examination.

Regardless of how this patient was injured, it is absolutely impossible and impermissible to send them directly to neurosurgery.

Without a plain head CT, neurosurgery can't even open the skull. The operating field in neurosurgery is quite small; a tiny error leads to a huge mistake. No matter how urgent, a CT must be done, otherwise more time will be wasted.

Sometimes the patient's family doesn't understand, thinking a CT delays treatment. Fortunately, the man in front of us is already dazed; whatever the doctor says goes, and he has no opinion of his own.

Watching the stretcher rumble away, Tang Haitao carefully took a piece of gauze and picked up the bloodstained knife.

"Did you call the police?" Su Yun asked.

"Yeah, this is the weapon, I have to keep it safe." Tang Haitao's voice trembled a little, but he persisted in saying so.

"Why bother the police? The patient is preliminarily considered self-harm." Su Yun said that, seeing his own boss freeze a moment, then turned back to the room; he didn't explain in detail and just followed back.

Self-harm? Who self-harms by cutting off fingers? Ten fingers connected to the heart, but it's not fatal. If not for cruel torture, how could such a thing happen?

Tang Haitao pursed his lips in disbelief, but he was tactful and didn't retort.

Boss Zheng is rumored to be the Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Department in Hai Cheng, with deep feelings for the ED.

After arriving at 912, he also frequently went to the Emergency Department; as a result, the previous Inpatient Chief, Zhou Litao, received tremendous benefits—not only a top-tier SCI paper, but also plenty in national-level scientific theory.

Everyone says Boss Zheng brings prosperity, and it's truly true—Tang Haitao's envious eyes are even blue. Offend Boss Zheng? Tang Haitao isn't stupid; he would definitely not do such a foolish thing.

Just now Yun Ge'er was just talking nonsense; I pretended not to hear, no need to argue. People sometimes still need to play dumb.

Soon the police arrived, took away the "weapon," and then urgently went to neurosurgery. Tang Haitao followed along to identify the perpetrator.

With a police officer nearby, Tang Haitao's courage grew considerably, though his voice still sounded somewhat effeminate.

But soon he came back, dejected like a defeated rooster. Returning to the Emergency Department, he went straight into Cui Lao's office.

"Boss Zheng, Yun Ge'er." He greeted in a slightly effeminate voice.

"How is it?" Zheng Ren looked at the case file in his hand, seeming to ponder something. He didn't raise his head, and asked softly.

Su Yun, meanwhile, tapped away on her phone screen, as if chatting with someone.

"The patient said it was..."

"Bloodletting? You haven't seen that?" Su Yun's disdainful words came, her black bangs fluttering, as if agreeing.

"..." Tang Haitao this time was truly stunned.

"Normal, just like last time when a child had a hand allergy, Manager Tang immediately recognized it was from playing with Snoopy. Having seen it once, you know; not having seen it and not understanding is normal." Zheng Ren laughed, giving Tang Haitao an out.

"How come I don't know about the Snoopy thing?" Su Yun asked, head down.

"That time Chang Yue had anaphylactic shock, you were watching Chang Yue in the Emergency Resuscitation Room."

Su Yun was speechless; that was a scar—if not for the boss saying it, who would say it's urgent?

"Boss Zheng, Yun Ge'er, how did you two figure it out?" Tang Haitao humbly asked for advice.

"No external trauma seen on the head; if there's intracranial bleeding, there must be a cause. Judging by the patient's condition, we highly suspect hypertension flared up, causing dizziness and headache, then he used some bloodletting method at home."

"Is it the Chinese medicine bloodletting?" Tang Haitao asked.

"No." Zheng Ren said, "Chinese medicine still requires pattern differentiation, and it's different from Western bloodletting therapy. The patient's situation is like some..."

"It's people who don't understand anything; knowing there's bloodletting therapy, they just say it's especially effective. Chinese medicine—without taking the pulse, without inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—how could one directly cut one's own fingers with a knife."

"Calling it Western medicine, those who practiced bloodletting centuries ago started with 800 ml of blood, and they abandoned it only because too many people died."

Su Yun kept her head down, talking without delaying the chat, doing two things at once, quite adept.

"Drain a few hundred milliliters of blood? Could that person still live?" Tang Haitao froze for a moment.

"Bloodletting therapy sounds unreliable at first glance; which doctor would idly study this nonsense? So when Tang Haitao heard they wanted to drain 800 ml of blood, even the starting amount, he was outright bewildered."