Chapter 445: 437 Heavenly Book

"Write, the doctor has clearly informed me that I have right lung pneumonia with pleural effusion, requiring hospitalization. But I refuse the doctor's orders, strongly refuse hospitalization, and declare that I will bear any consequences myself. Sign your name below." Zheng Ren pointed at the blank space on the admission form with his finger, saying it word by word.

The man pouted, unwilling to concede, and wrote those words on the admission form as Zheng Ren had said.

"Okay." Zheng Ren seriously wrote his name on the already-signed admission form, marked the time, stamped his name seal, folded it, put it in his coat pocket, then said: "Since I advised you to be hospitalized, I cannot prescribe oral medication for you. If you want oral antibiotics, I suggest taking cephalosporin drugs. Don't drink alcohol, remember that."

"Got it." The man stood up, his attitude was still decent; he simply believed the public account's promotion and didn't want just a drip of antibiotics. Unlike that previous woman, who habitually acted unreasonably, there is a fundamental difference.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, definitely don't tough it out; come to the hospital." Zheng Ren still wasn't at ease, repeatedly urging and cautioning.

Actually, this matter cannot be wholly blamed on the patient.

The reasoning behind it goes without saying.

After the man left, Zheng Ren continued seeing patients.

One after another, until Director Pan returned, Zheng Ren had already seen about thirty patients.

"Director Pan, how is it?" Zheng Ren asked.

"When I came back, I saw Director Sun, who said he wanted to find you—is there something?" Director Pan asked with a sullen face.

It's obvious that the director's request for personnel is not going smoothly.

"Well, Director Sun has a classmate who needs a TIPS procedure. I had him go get a liver magnetic resonance diffusion scan." Seeing Director Pan's expression, Zheng Ren knew he hadn't come for a doctor.

The emergency department and pediatrics are merely the departments with a more severe shortage of doctors. Other departments aren't short? How could that be!

Otherwise, with Director Pan's abilities, the emergency department would already be full of talent.

"Go look at the images; I'll keep watch here for a bit." Director Pan walked in and said to Zheng Ren.

"Well..." Zheng Ren felt a bit worried.

Director Pan is old; a person in his sixties seeing over a hundred patients a day—can his body take it?

"Hurry up and go look at the images—determine whether surgery can be done!" Director Pan's eyes flared, shouting like a tiger in the mountains.

"Director Pan, take care of your health." Zheng Ren stood up, smiling broadly.

"It's fine." Director Pan sat down and began inquiring about the condition.

Seeing that, Zheng Ren had no choice but to hurry to look at the images, then return to relieve Director Pan.

Leaving the emergency internal consultation room, Zheng Ren immediately took out his phone to call Director Sun.

It's just a TIPS procedure, not a big deal.

Zheng Ren's thought—if others knew, they'd surely burst into tears. Is a TIPS procedure really just that?

Returning to the emergency ward, Zheng Ren saw Gao Shaojie and Wang Qiang standing in the hallway, waiting for him.

Wang Qiang was a little impatient, pacing back and forth.

Gao Shaojie, however, was leisurely, hands behind his back, looking at Zheng Ren's photo and introduction posted on the department's publicity board.

"Teacher Gao, sorry I'm late." Zheng Ren hurried over and said.

"You've arrived." Gao Shaojie said politely, "Any emergencies?"

"No." Zheng Ren thought of that shrewish person and the patient who refused hospitalization, gave a wry smile, "Two doctors in the emergency department have the flu, staffing is short, I'm covering the shift."

"……" Gao Shaojie was speechless.

Zheng Ren hadn't come early; he had many speculations. But he never imagined it would be this reason.

Glancing at the time, it was already nearly ten o'clock.

Zheng Ren and Gao Shaojie greeted each other, then immediately went into the office, turned on a computer, and prepared to view the images.

While searching for the patient's images, Zheng Ren also told Su Yun that if he had time, he should go downstairs to help Director Pan.

Su Yun habitually sniped at Zheng Ren, but he was extremely respectful toward Director Pan. Upon hearing that Director Pan was downstairs overseeing the emergency shift, he immediately ran down.

As he passed Zheng Ren, he couldn't resist throwing in a couple of remarks.

Zheng Ren had long grown accustomed to Su Yun's sharp sarcasm, as if he hadn't heard it, and smoothly located the recent liver magnetic resonance diffusion scan.

Even without knowing the patient's name, Zheng Ren could find it. After all, only this one person in the whole hospital performs liver magnetic resonance diffusion scans.

Gao Shaojie looked at Zheng Ren, his feelings a mixed jumble.

Such an awesome doctor, yet still has to do emergency shifts? What is he thinking?

Could it be that he doesn't know how high his own level is?

Impossible! Who would be a fool among those who can perform TIPS? There definitely wouldn't be any.

Anyone with an IQ below 140 couldn't handle a TIPS procedure, let alone Chief Zheng himself, who invented a novel method of differentiation and surgery.

Gao Shaojie remained silent, like a delinquent uncle tailing a little loli, following behind Zheng Ren and looking at the images on the computer.

A few years ago, when the hospital lacked medical software, they still needed handwritten charts, and viewing images required patients to bring film.

Nowadays, everything is electronic medical records, not to mention; for all the examinations our hospital performs, as soon as the patient steps off the machine, the doctor can look up the images on the computer.

Unlike film, viewing images on the computer yields more and finer detail.

Professor Rudolf Wagner sat beside Zheng Ren, a head of golden hair flowing over his shoulders, full of artistic flair.

"Boss, this clutter—do you think it's usable?" Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly said.

Zheng Ren was scrolling with the trackball, frames flashing by in a dizzying manner, yet the professor happened to spot exactly the location he wanted to see.

"No." Zheng Ren replied lightly.

"That doesn't exist!" Professor Rudolf Wagner shrugged his shoulders.

"Fugui'er, 'doesn't exist' is Sichuan dialect—who taught you that?" Zheng Ren wondered, asking casually.

"Su Yun, he said that adjective is especially cool."

Zheng Ren didn't mind the professor's accent, scrolled upward, found the position the professor had mentioned, and said: "Fugui'er, you mean this spot, right?"

"Yes!" Professor Rudolf Wagner pointed at a dot on the computer screen and said: "Puncture here, the success rate could be 70%."

"No, this is an artifact; the puncture should be done lower down." Zheng Ren shook his head, directly rejecting the professor's view.

Gao Shaojie was as if listening to a heavenly book, completely unaware of what Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner were discussing.

No matter how you say it, Gao Shaojie is also a doctor who graduated from a higher education institution, and has been performing TIPS Surgery clinically for many years.

He had previously anticipated that the diagnostic and treatment methods newly established by Zheng Ren would be difficult to master.

But he absolutely did not expect that it would be this difficult, to the point that he himself had no idea what they were saying.

No wonder the director of Eryuan, Cheng Lixue, would suffer an outright defeat.