Chapter 2682: 2584.2485 Bloodletting Therapy

2584.2485 Bloodletting Therapy

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

Tang Haitao, his voice a bit effeminate, shouted loudly, "Security! Security!!"

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

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

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

Now public security keeps improving, the underworld has gradually become a legend—what's going on? Zheng Ren stared 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; 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 carrying a knife.

Earlier, when two groups fought, they'd finish brawling 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—who would dare rush in when fists and feet flew and blades flashed?

"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 gurney, and said in a low voice, "Put it on the gurney."

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 gurney; the system panel flashed red, clearly displaying 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 for Tang Haitao.

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

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

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

He tugged at Zheng Ren's white coat, and Zheng Ren replied, "Head CT, immediately. After it's done, send to Neurosurgery!"

Tang Haitao paused for a moment; although he didn't understand Boss Zheng's instruction, he still hurried to issue the order.

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 tiny; a tiny error leads to a huge mistake. No matter how urgent, a CT must be done first, otherwise more time will be wasted.

Sometimes patients' families don'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 gurney 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 initially seems to be self-harming." Su Yun said that, seeing the boss pause, then turned and went back inside without further explanation, and he followed.

"Self-harm? Who cuts their own fingers for self-harm? Ten fingers connected to the heart, but it's not fatal. Without cruel torture, how could this happen?"

Tang Haitao pursed his lips in disbelief, but sensibly didn't argue.

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

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

Everyone says Boss Zheng brings good fortune, and it's truly true—Tang Haitao's envious eyes are even blue. Offending Boss Zheng? Tang Haitao isn't stupid; he would never do such a foolish thing.

Just now, Yun Ge'er was talking nonsense; I pretended not to hear, no need to argue. People sometimes have 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 police nearby, Tang Haitao's courage grew considerably, though his voice still sounded a bit 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 in his hand, seeming to ponder something, without raising his head, he asked softly.

Su Yun was tapping away on her phone screen, as if chatting with someone.

"The patient said…"

"Bloodletting? You haven't seen that before?" Su Yun's disdainful remark came forth, her black hair fluttering at the forehead, as if agreeing.

"…" Tang Haitao this time was truly stunned.

"Normal, just like last time when a kid's hand had an allergy—Tang Manager immediately recognized it as playing with Snoopy. Having seen it once you know it; not having seen it and not understanding is normal." Zheng Ren laughed, defusing the situation for Tang Haitao.

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

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

Su Yun was speechless; that was a scar—if it weren't for the boss saying so, who would say who'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, and then they 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. The patient's situation is like…"

"It's people who know nothing, hearing about bloodletting and claiming it's especially useful. In Chinese medicine, without taking the pulse, without inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, who would directly cut their own fingers with a knife."

"If called Western medicine, bloodletting practitioners centuries ago started with 800 mL of blood, and they abandoned it only because too many people died."

Su Yun lowered her head, speaking without interrupting the chat, multitasking with great skill.

"Let out a few hundred milliliters of blood? Could that person still live?" Tang Haitao paused.

"Bloodletting therapy sounds unreliable at first glance; which doctor would idly study this? So when Tang Haitao heard they wanted to let out 800 mL of blood—even the starting amount—he was completely bewildered."