Chapter 2851: 2757.2647 Who has the most deaths

2757.2647 Who has the most deaths? (Alliance Leader Evil Flood War God Dragon, extra chapter 1)

"What should we do next?"

"Do a CT scan; if there's no cerebral hemorrhage or cerebral infarction, send him to our place." Jiang Zhuren said, "Take antidepressants; he likely has depression."

As he spoke, his phone rang.

Jiang Zhuren didn't go out to answer the phone; he was too exhausted to walk. In the resuscitation room, he walked to the side and answered the call.

"At the psychiatric hospital, there's a definite diagnosis: depression, condition is moderate." Jiang Zhuren said after hanging up, "It's likely the condition worsened, or there's something else."

Director Wang nodded. Such patients with a clear diagnosis can be sent directly to the psychiatric hospital. What treatment comes next is Jiang Zhuren and his team's responsibility; it has nothing to do with People's Hospital.

"Jiang Zhuren, depression isn't the kind where one sits in a corner, is it?" Director Wang pondered the diagnosis, puzzled, and asked, "How could he still hug a police officer and commit suicide?"

"Ah?" Jiang Zhuren was somewhat surprised, then asked about the situation, he wryly smiled and said, "Depression isn't just low mood; there's also a type called agitated depression."

"Agitated depression, short for manic-depressive illness, patients often feel extremely helpless, lose interest in family and work, and are oblivious. But sometimes their mood suddenly spikes, leaving them at a loss; the onset is mostly due to heavy life stress and drug abuse."

"The patient likely increased his dosage to feel better. The side effects of antidepressants are obvious; when prescribing in the outpatient clinic, we repeatedly remind patients to watch the dosage." Jiang Zhuren hadn't realized that Director Wang's attitude toward him had already changed; he casually explained.

"Alright, you're exhausted too; thirsty?" Director Wang asked.

Although Jiang Zhuren gave him the impression of being stupid and bad, seeing an old man about to retire so exhausted he could barely catch his breath, his white coat soaked through, Director Wang couldn't help but feel some pity.

"I gave the patient a shot of diazepam; it should take effect soon, so I won't rest." Jiang Zhuren said, "Hurry up and send him for a CT to rule out hemorrhage and infarction, then send him to our place for hospitalization."

Saying that, he glanced at the emergency department doctor and asked, "Are the orders all ready?"

They're ready; we're just waiting for him to improve a bit before sending him for examination.

Seeing the patient lying in bed begin to calm down, Jiang Zhuren sighed.

"They say the patient often has nightmares and can't wake up. He's putting himself through this in hopes of completely ending the nightmares." Director Wang said.

"Director, I heard Qiao Ge say that once." A male staff member said from the side.

"Huh? What is that?" Jiang Zhuren glanced at the patient; he wasn't fully calm yet, and sending him to the CT room in this state would make examination impossible, so he asked.

"They say every time he dreams, it's a chain—one dream inside another." The male staff member swallowed, struggling to recall, "At first I thought he was just joking, I couldn't make up the story."

"How did he say it?"

"Uh... one noon we went downstairs to smoke; I saw his mental state was poor and suggested he rest properly. He said he had just napped for over ten minutes, continuously dreaming. He dreamed of a world war, with helicopters mounted with guns sweeping the city."

"Then what happened?"

"Then he said a bullet shattered his head, he opened his eyes and found himself back twenty years earlier. He lived there for a few years, then went to Moli Xisi."

What nonsense is this? Director Wang frowned. However, seeing Jiang Zhuren listening attentively, he muttered to himself, "This guy really has a problem."

"Has he been to Moli Xisi?" Jiang Zhuren asked.

"No, but I always hear Qiao Ge nagging that after marriage they'll go to Moli Xisi for their honeymoon. He's been saving money, but what we earn isn't enough to marry a wife." The male staff member said.

I smoked two cigarettes while listening to Qiao Ge talk about his ten-minute nap.

I thought at the time, this life is really rich and colorful; ten minutes could match several lifetimes of others. Sigh, who would have thought his illness would be this severe?

"By the way, can patients who have these chained dreams ever wake up?" Director Wang said.

Nightmares are quite common; almost everyone has had a similar experience. However, most people wake up frightened in the dream; few have a dream within a dream, and this experience sounds like Inception.

Qiao Ge said whether one can wake up depends on luck; sometimes one or two dreams and you wake up; sometimes after ten or more dreams you still can't wake up. Sleeping is more tiring than fighting; if you don't sleep, you might end up dozing at the desk, making it hard to wake from the dream—better to just lie down and sleep properly.

The male staff member said, sighing, "Once I actually saw Qiao Ge asleep, slumped over the desk, his body twitching repeatedly; I thought it was a cramp, so I woke him up."

"His complexion is awful; you say, how can dreaming produce all this? Did you run into something unclean?"

"Don't spout nonsense, what unclean things." Director Wang rebuked, "Not talking far, just speaking of our Nanshan City—I ask you, where do the most deaths occur?"

"Ah?" The male staff member stared blankly.

"Just this room." Director Wang said contemptuously, "Every year there are over a hundred patients who fail resuscitation and die in here. Science—believe in science. If there were unclean things, this room would have the most. As for your CBD, you still think it's a ghost film."

The male staff member shrank back, not speaking, his face a little grim. Just thinking that every year this room sees 180 deaths, he felt terrible.

"Jiang Zhuren, is this situation common?" Director Wang asked.

"Not common, his condition is very serious." Jiang Zhuren frowned and said, "Much worse than expected; likely due to excessive usual pressure."

"Is it ghost pressure?" The male staff member asked timidly.

"No." Jiang Zhuren said, "Ghost pressure refers to being awake but only able to lie still, limbs unable to move. This belongs to nightmares, with rapid eye movement persisting continuously, brainwaves disordered."

Saying that, he saw the patient had already fallen asleep, even started snoring, without further explanation he said, "Take advantage of this time to hurry and do the examination; otherwise if he wakes up later, the examination can't be done."

Director Wang knew that if they didn't screen for complications like cerebral hemorrhage and infarction, the psychiatric hospital wouldn't dare admit the patient.

Although all physical exams show no signs of cerebral hemorrhage or infarction, but anything can have an unexpected twist. Doing a check provides objective evidence; if anything happens later, it's easier to explain to the patient's family.

Pushing the stretcher, they made their way to the elevator entrance.

The elevator opened; inside was packed with people. President Wu courteously slightly bowed, "Zheng Lao Ban, Professor Su, please."

Zheng Ren stepped out of the elevator, glanced at the patient, and narrowed his eyes.