Chapter 41: with translation of chapter title

Along the way, Zheng Ren again instructed Xiao Zhao on some trivial matters. For example, if someone dies, you must absolutely not go forward to do a livestream; if you encounter someone with a big temper, you might have to go hand in hand with the dead across the Naihe Bridge.

Xiao Zhao took Zheng Ren's instructions to heart, and the two soon arrived at City First Hospital.

Zheng Ren was also riding an electric scooter for the first time, and he suddenly became interested. As for speed, I won't comment, but just saying it doesn't get stuck in traffic is quite appealing.

Upon arriving at City First Hospital, Zheng Ren and Xiao Zhao split up, first going to the Emergency Department to find Director Pan.

The Emergency Department was predictably chaotic—people fighting, falling, drinking heavily and getting stomach pumped… Zheng Ren couldn't understand what alcohol they were drinking at noon, let alone in such quantities.

He bypassed the crowd of onlookers and headed straight for Director Pan's office.

Passing the emergency resuscitation room, Zheng Ren heard a sound like a bellows from an acute severe asthma attack.

The doctors and nurses in the resuscitation room were busily performing rescue measures.

"Two milliliters of aminophylline intravenously!"

"Add a dose of epinephrine!"

"Prepare the tracheostomy equipment, notify surgery, and stand by for tracheotomy at any time."

Zheng Ren changed his mind, first went to change clothes, then rushed straight to the resuscitation room.

No one greeted him; everyone was busy with the rescue.

The patient was a man in his twenties, lying on the emergency stretcher. Beside him, a girl clutching his hand and sobbing bitterly appeared to be his girlfriend.

Zheng Ren observed the patient, and the upper right corner of his field of view displayed the patient's symptoms and diagnosis.

Seeing the diagnosis, Zheng Ren spread his hands, indicating his helplessness.

"Family members, step out for a moment," Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

The girl in red clothing turned her head, eyes swollen with tears. To her, Zheng Ren's words meant the condition was worsening, requiring rescue and transfer to the ICU.

"Doctor..." the girl sobbed, unable to catch her breath, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"It's fine, you go out first; I'll come talk to you later," Zheng Ren said.

The girl was reluctant to let go, clutching the boy's hand and saying she couldn't bear to release it.

What a beautiful love—why does no one like themselves that much? But lately, having the system, Zheng Ren felt especially confident.

No money, no looks, busy for three or five days without even changing clothes, reeking of sweat—who would like themselves?

"Hurry up and get out, you're delaying the rescue!" Zheng Ren saw the girl still not leaving; the boy's condition had worsened, and the text in the upper right corner of his vision faintly turned red—indicating the patient's condition was deteriorating, approaching critical.

Zheng Ren was blunt, his tone harsh: "We need to rescue—get out now!"

He showed no pity for the fair sex; serves the single dog right.

The girl was hauled out, and she cried even harder.

Patients and families coming to the Emergency Department for treatment, upon seeing the gossip, all who could move gathered around. At that moment, Xiao Zhao also appeared in the crowd, holding his phone, with the livestream already underway.

"Wait here; I'll come out shortly to brief you on the condition," Zheng Ren said in an unquestionable tone, then entered the emergency resuscitation room and closed the door.

Although it was somewhat simple and rough, at this moment reasoning with the family was absolutely impossible.

"Control the dosage, and the patient will improve soon," Zheng Ren said.

"Chief Zheng, the patient already shows signs of laryngeal edema," the rescuing nurse said, holding a flashlight, prying open the patient's mouth, examining it, then reporting.

"It's fine; administer 10 mg of dexamethasone via slow IV push, then give 250 ml saline, add three doses of bronchodilator, maintain the drip at sixty drops per minute. First set up the ECG monitor, and watch the oxygen saturation."

Following Zheng Ren's instructions, the IV was quickly hung; the ECG monitor showed the patient's heart rate at 132 beats per minute, pulse oximetry at 80%, indicative of acute respiratory distress.

The doctors and nurses present were waiting for Zheng Ren's next arrangement, but he stood by the patient with arms crossed, saying nothing.

"What about the rescue? Chief Zheng, is giving three doses of bronchodilator all there is to it?"

"Don't speak; this is the newly arrived big boss, and I heard Director Pan likes him a lot."

"So what? We still need to rescue; just standing here waiting for the patient to die?"

Zheng Ren overheard the nurses whispering; it seemed that after spending a long time in the System Space, his hearing had improved to some extent.

"It's okay," Zheng Ren replied, turning back with a smile, "the patient's condition is rather special; in about three minutes the symptoms should ease. If we administer too much medication, slow metabolism could cause other complications."

Zheng Ren had a good attitude, spoke with full confidence, and the doctors and nurses present stopped discussing; after all, a senior doctor bears responsibility, and if something goes wrong facing the family, it's also the senior doctor's duty.

Not speaking aside, the mistrust lingered, and everyone kept watching the patient's condition.

"For a patient already showing laryngeal edema, just a vial of bronchodilator (aminophylline) would solve the problem?" That's a joke!

However, unexpectedly, a few minutes later the patient's breathing gradually stabilized, and the heart rate slowly dropped to 110 beats per minute.

The cyanosis of the lips had already eased, and the condition visibly improved.

"This... this is how it's put?" The doctors and nurses realized they had done nothing, yet the patient's condition gradually improved; each was full of disbelief, turning to look at Zheng Ren.

"Hey, young man, are you awake?" Zheng Ren tapped the patient's shoulder.

The young male patient moved his hand slightly, indicating he understood.

"Reduce the oxygen flow to 3 L/min; I'll go explain the condition to the patient's family." Zheng Ren patted the male patient's shoulder again for reassurance, then turned and left.

"You, get up and speak." Zheng Ren went out, saw the girl squatting on the ground sniffling, and said rather firmly.

"Doctor, how... how is it?"

"Nothing's wrong, why are you crying?" Zheng Ren said, "The patient is now stable; I'm here to brief you on the condition, and I need your cooperation."

"Mm-hmm." Upon hearing Zheng Ren say it was fine, the girl hastily wiped her tears, snorted hard, and stood up.

The girl appeared to be about twenty-one or twenty-two, with short hair, slightly rough skin, obviously from a poor family. Her cheap eyeshadow had run from crying, black smudges scattered around her eyes, making her look like a giant panda.

She wore a large red sweatshirt, and one could still smell the pungent chemical odor typical of cheap clothing.

Whether rich or poor, to doctors there is no difference. Of course, in the eyes of hospital administrators, it's certainly not the same.

"The patient's condition is stable; likely to stay overnight for observation and go home tomorrow." Zheng Ren first gave the girl a reassurance.

"Ah?" Happiness came too suddenly; the girl couldn't believe it.

Xiao Zhao had already squeezed to the front of the crowd, secured a spot with a good view, and the livestream was ongoing.

The surrounding onlookers were also very surprised.

Just now when I saw the person being carried in, their face was all purple—could they already be dead? Is the doctor comforting the family?

The doctor wouldn't dare do that; they couldn't have really recovered, could they?

What a joke, it's only been a few minutes—do you think you've taken an immortality pill? Can a dead person be saved?

Suppressed whispers rose and fell; Xiao Zhao focused on the livestream. Because he wasn't sure whether what Zheng Ren said was true, he didn't comment, just turned the camera around, recording everyone's emotions on site.

Take off this clothing and the patient will be fine. Zheng Ren said.

Boom— the onlookers exploded!

What the hell, is this a gangster doctor? Making the patient's family take off their clothes! Really shameless!