Chapter 375: with translation of chapter title

Director Zhang covered his face and walked away.

He felt that if he kept listening, he wouldn't have the courage to ask Zheng Ren to bring Professor Rudolf Wagner to Eryuan for Shou Bing.

Director Xia was fine; after greeting Zheng Ren, he took the patient back to Xiao Hua Nei Ke.

This time the patient had few post-operative issues; the portal hypertension was resolved, and draining ascites was just routine technical work— for Director Xia, it posed no difficulty.

Silence fell, and Zheng Ren looked at the System Panel, seeing the completed task count go from 0 to 1, feeling anticipation.

Originally, I thought doing 10 TIPS Surgeries in one month would still be quite difficult.

But with Director Zhang of Eryuan's divine assistance, doing 10 TIPS Surgeries shouldn't be a big deal.

Looking at the generous reward, especially the one-month deadline, Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed.

"Boss, how many TIPS Surgeries should we do elsewhere?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"I don't know, but I heard that as many as needed will be provided."

"That's good; doing research, we need to publish results..." The professor hadn't finished when a voice cut him off.

"Fugui'er, I'll handle the Boss's research matters." Su Yun said with a grim face, her black hair fluttering on her forehead.

Professor Rudolf looked at Su Yun, his face gradually sinking.

What can make a doctor achieve Fame Under Heaven?

It must be the technique! A new diagnostic and therapeutic method!

Just thinking that when others perform TIPS Surgeries in the future, the procedure will be labeled zheng-Rudolf, the professor's eyes almost turned red.

"Don't mess around." Zheng Ren said: "Go on rounds."

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren, who seemed utterly unaware of these matters, and smiled.

Afterward, Su Yun and Professor Rudolf Wagner linked arms, whispering to each other, occasionally glancing up at Zheng Ren while they spoke.

After finishing the Shou Bing, what Zheng Ren kept thinking about was that elderly man over eighty he had seen during morning rounds.

Although there seemed to be nothing wrong, the old man kept saying this part was uncomfortable, that part was uncomfortable.

If he were feigning illness, what would be his purpose? At his age, with his children nearby, appearing quite filial, we directly ruled out the possibility of an old child seeking his children's attention.

But if he wasn't feigning illness, there is no other clinical explanation, and even the system gave no hint.

Strange.

As he walked to the observation room of the Emergency Department, Zheng Ren suddenly had a brainwave.

We could try finding Chang Yue to test this out; Chang Yue is very familiar with every patient's family members, so perhaps we could uncover more discoveries.

Thinking this through, Zheng Ren's thoughts steadied, and he entered the Emergency Department observation room.

The old man's son was sitting beside the bed peeling an apple for him; the old man lay on the hospital bed, legs crossed, humming a tune, his toes wiggling, looking utterly carefree.

Where does this look like sickness?

Zheng Ren became increasingly certain that the old man was feigning illness.

He approached the bedside and asked gently, "Sir, I'm the Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Department; where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell me."

The old man opened his eyes, saw Zheng Ren, immediately furrowed his brows, pointed at his belly, and said, "Doctor, my stomach hurts."

Zheng Ren lowered the old man's legs, got into the examination posture, then rubbed his hands together, trying to reduce the temperature difference between his palms and the abdomen.

Upon palpation, under Zheng Ren's little trick, the old man had no experience guarding against it.

The abdomen had no tender points; this old man is healthy.

But even though he judged that way, Zheng Ren didn't dare to just order the old man out of the hospital.

Talk about wasting public medical resources is just something keyboard warriors type out easily. At this age, even without illness or disaster, one could fall asleep and never wake up.

Forced discharge—if emotional fluctuation occurred, leading to unimaginable consequences… Zheng Ren didn't want to invite that trouble.

Elderly people of this age should still go to the upstairs Jizhenbingfang.

If he remained in the Emergency Department observation room, in the Evening he might encounter several car accident or fight patients, making a noisy night; the old man must not suffer a heart attack.

After explaining the situation to the family, without admitting him to the hospital, it was considered that the Emergency Department borrowed a bed in the Jizhenbingfang.

Returning to the Jizhenbingfang, the old man expressed satisfaction with the silence here.

"Chief Zheng, what kind of patient?" Before Zheng Ren could speak, Chang Yue himself came over.

"I think it's a patient feigning illness. The specific cause is still unknown." Zheng Ren said: "This matter is left to you; eliminate hidden risks."

"…" Chang Yue stared for a moment, then glared at Zheng Ren, "Investigate hidden risks? How to investigate? Chief Zheng, give us a tip."

Chang Yue's tone was somewhat unpleasant, but Zheng Ren could tolerate it. After all, he was the one causing trouble for Chang Yue, so it's no wonder Chang Yue isn't happy.

Putting on a smile, Zheng Ren explained his idea to Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren's attitude was good, so Chang Yue didn't feel embarrassed to show too much displeasure toward him. Moreover, Chang Yue was also curious about why that old man was feigning illness.

Could it be that the hospital is more comfortable than home?

Absolutely impossible.

Just look at the post-operative patients in the Jizhenbingfang—if they can walk, no one wants to spend a night in the hospital.

No matter how many times doctors insist, no matter how many checks the medical insurance does, nothing can stop patients' desire to go home.

It's truly strange that someone would actually want to be hospitalized.

After handing the old man's matter over to Chang Yue, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the Shou Bing was done, Yang Lili had already extubated; three to five days later, the inferior vena cava filter of the pulmonary embolism patient was removed, and there was nothing urgent left at hand.

What remained were the Emergency Department Shou Bing, Eryuan's "Flying Knife," and waiting for Director Kong's summons.

Zheng Ren was mulling things over in his mind, seated in a chair, feeling quite relaxed and content.

Taking out the General Surgery Department Shou Bing Study, he continued flipping through. Reading books had become a part of Zheng Ren's life.

But now, a phone lay beside the book, and from time to time he chatted with Xie Yiren, making Zheng Ren's reading efficiency drop countless times compared to before.

Soon, it was lunchtime.

While Zheng Renhe and Xie Yiren were discussing what to eat, a strange phone call came in.

Hello?

Director Ding, hello.

Hmm, I'm in the ward.

Okay, I'll wait for you in the ward.

Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Why is Ding Zhongtai making a phone call for himself? Is he using a private number, not the hospital office line?

Originally, Zheng Ren had little contact with Ding Zhongtai, but he sensed something off in Ding Zhongtai's phone call.

Soon, Ding Zhongtai arrived at the door of the emergency department's office, poked his head in, saw someone inside, and waved at Zheng Ren.

"Director Ding, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren stepped out and asked.

Ding Zhongtai pulled Zheng Ren to a secluded corner, his voice low yet solemn, and asked: "Xiao Zheng, regarding the rear-end car accident, was it you who hired someone from behind?"

A car accident? Rear-ending? What is that?

Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

"An ambulance." Ding Zhongtai said.

This butt, sitting is really askew.