Chapter 444: 436 Have an illness, firmly refuse treatment (Silver Alliance Three-Seven Entertainment Li Yifei extra chapter 11)

436 Have an illness, firmly refuse treatment (Silver Alliance Three-Seven Entertainment Li Yifei extra chapter 11)

"Let's do a head CT first, headache, need to rule out cerebral infarction or intracranial hemorrhage." Zheng Ren looked at the long queue behind, felt helpless, wanted to send the person away.

This has nothing to do with medical ethics; it's just the normal consultation process.

No examination, just go for IV drip? That's what a small clinic does. Zheng Ren doesn't want to appear too much like a "divine doctor", glancing and telling the patient whether there's a problem or not.

"You sick?" The woman instantly displeased, pointed at Zheng Ren's nose, spit spraying his face, "I just want an IV, what tests are you ordering? You doctors all have money on the brain? All day just test, test, if you don't test you can't treat illness?! Decades ago, without CT machines, people would just die?!"

"..." Zheng Ren felt utterly helpless.

What the hell is all this!

A line of patients waiting to see a doctor, this woman not only cuts in, she doesn't even want an examination, just wants an IV.

At the slightest disagreement, she points at the nose and starts cursing.

Really, there's nowhere to reason with her.

A woman of this age, full of energy, if you really provoke her, throwing a tantrum is mild. She dares to take off her clothes, in front of countless eyes, and claim Zheng Ren molested her. (Note 1)

If that were the case, Zheng Ren wouldn't feel so embarrassed as feel it's a waste of time.

There are still many patients behind; although a glance shows none are too serious, we can't let them sit on the hard plastic chairs in the hallway waiting all morning.

"Mute!" The woman, seeing Zheng Ren silent, smugly scolded: "I just want an IV, you damn want me to spend hundreds on tests? Is your family's money blown in by the wind? Doing this, can you face your conscience? Can you face your white coat?"

"And what the hell 'white-clad angels', each one a wolf in human skin!"

The woman nagged and scolded for several minutes; at this moment, Zheng Ren especially missed Su Yun.

Su Yun that bastard... forget it, I guess even if he came it'd be pointless.

Faced with child traffickers, criminal gangs extorting the hospital, Zheng Ren could go up and kick them, no holds barred.

But facing this kind of person...

We can't really start fighting her, leaving aside losing face, what about the many patients behind?

Life, it's just this helpless.

Forget it, I'll just steel myself and deal with it. But how should this be handled?

Although Zheng Ren has practiced medicine for many years, possessing some skill and experience in dealing with patients, encountering such an unreasonable person also leaves him helpless.

"Hey, you've had enough." A middle-aged man behind said: "Cutting in line to see a doctor is already lacking public morality, and you're still scolding doctors here."

Zheng Ren's tears streamed down his face; finally someone spoke up for him.

"If you want to scold, wait until he gets off work, scold as you like, don't delay our seeing the doctor." The middle-aged man continued.

"Damn... big brother, can you even speak?"

Zheng Ren glanced at that man, tears, unable to stop flowing.

What does "scold after work, scold as you like" mean? Zheng Ren knows it's just saying that, but saying it like that is really unlikable.

My EQ is low, this guy seems to have even lower EQ.

So speechless... No wonder ER doctors are dwindling; who would want this job?

However, the man successfully diverted the woman's attention, two hot-tempered people started shouting at each other.

Security intervened, persuading the two energetic individuals into the hallway to let them argue to their heart's content.

Meanwhile, Zheng Ren hurriedly seized the time to treat the patients that had accumulated over ten minutes.

While busy, he looked up and saw a patient's figure appear at the ER entrance; Zheng Ren quickly called him in.

This patient was diagnosed by the system as right pneumonia, with a small amount of pleural effusion.

Pneumonia combined with pleural effusion can be considered a relatively severe inflammation. So Zheng Ren ordered a chest CT for him, sent him for examination, and waited for his return to admit him directly.

"Auntie, sorry, that patient's condition is relatively serious, delaying you a few minutes." Zheng Ren politely explained to a female patient in her sixties who was currently being seen.

"It's fine, kid, go busy, I'm not seriously ill." The auntie, also open-minded, replied.

Zheng Ren felt relieved, people like that just now are after all a minority.

He waved, calling in the patient with pneumonia and pleural effusion.

He picked up the film, placed it on the viewer.

"Your lung inflammation is severe, now there's inflammatory exudate forming pleural effusion." Zheng Ren pointed at the image on the film with his pen, explaining to the patient: "I recommend you be hospitalized for a period of intravenous antibiotics to prevent the inflammation from worsening, leading to..."

"Doctor, why prescribe anti-inflammatory drugs?" The man said disdainfully: "IV antibiotics are bad for the body, you don't know?"

"..." Zheng Ren was speaking happily, with reason and evidence, never expecting the patient to retort like that.

"It's just pneumonia, huh?" The patient scoffed, "I'm healthy, just give me a few days of oral meds."

"Your pneumonia is relatively serious..."

"Didn't you hear me? It's just pneumonia, what's the big deal?" The man patted his chest, thudding, showing his health, "I'll take oral meds for a few days, no hospitalization."

Zheng Ren wanted to persuade a few more words, but seeing the man's corner of mouth with a disdainful sneer, his thousand words turned to ashes.

"In ancient times there were no anti-inflammatory drugs, yet people still lived?"

Zheng Ren really wanted to tell him, what was the average lifespan in ancient times, what is it now in modern times.

But the words reached his lips and turned into a sigh.

Even if I turned into a nitpicking expert, it would be meaningless.

"Kid, the doctor said, you should still do it." The sixtysomething auntie behind advised.

"Auntie, you don't know, these doctors prescribe IV antibiotics for any illness. A few days ago I read a public account saying, Chinese people's intake of anti-inflammatory drugs..." The man also has a good memory; he can recite seventy or eighty percent of what's on the public account.

Like a science popularization, he gave the auntie a lesson on health care.

Zheng Ren felt utterly helpless inside; such situations usually occur only one or two times a week, which is already a lot, how come today he ran into two back-to-back?

One with hardly any illness, yet insists on an IV.

One with a serious illness, yet refuses to take antibiotics.

"You really won't be hospitalized?" Zheng Ren retrieved the patient's medical info, printed two admission slips for the respiratory department, and asked.

"Of course." The man wore a haughty expression, as if he could see through all the petty tricks of the world.

Intelligent, wise.

"Here, take this. Whether you stay in the hospital or not is up to you. If you want to be admitted, just take the admission slip to the hospitalization billing counter, pay the fees, then go to the Respiratory Medicine Department for inpatient treatment." Zheng Ren fulfilled his duty completely, "I'll keep this. Please write 'refusal of admission' on the back."

"Tch, trying to scare me—I'm a Xiamen University graduate." The man curled his lip, picked up the pen on Zheng Ren's desk, and began writing on the back of the admission slip.

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Note 1: A few days ago I just watched a video of someone causing a disturbance by stripping in the Emergency Department; it seemed to be from Hunan Xiangya. People like this, my class has encountered twice—probability-wise, it's not high. But the novel always needs to be condensed so the protagonist runs into them. In fact, mild-mannered and kind people are the majority.

Also, to add a sentence: during the Spring Festival period, six updates per day, not counting the Alliance Leader's extra chapters. Debts must always be repaid; otherwise, they'll constantly weigh on your mind. Five updates a day, a ten-thousand-word update, is also fine. If talent falls short of others and you're even outdone in diligence, then there's nothing fun about it. Sorry to all the readers for your support. Five updates—it's been a long time…… The Silver Alliance still has ten updates left, three Alliance Leaders; also, the average subscription is now around 7000.

In short, I will do my utmost to tell the story, firmly avoid filler, drive the story forward all the way, and I will give it my all.

In the new year, may everyone work energetically and live happily and blissfully.