Chapter 460: 452 The East's Unique Doctor-Patient Communication

Rudolf Wagner Professor immediately became solemn, saying: "Oliver… no, Haibaoer, be serious! Quickly help Chang Yue record the medical history; the process here is a bit different from ours over there, so hurry up and learn."

Oliver looked bewildered, a big question mark written on his young, handsome face.

Zheng Ren felt helpless; one professor wasn't enough, and now an assistant had arrived. In the future, will the emergency room be in chaos?

It seems Professor Rudolf Wagner wants to learn the prostate interventional embolization technique; once he masters it, we should quickly send him back to Germany.

Too noisy.

While they were chatting, the accompanying inspection nurse pushed a wheelchair in.

"Chief Zheng, the images are ready." said the accompanying inspection nurse.

Zheng Ren quickly took the images and placed them on the viewer.

These images don't need a computer viewer; a quick glance is enough for even an intern to understand.

The right chest cavity showed a white blur, the pleural fluid filled the container.

Zheng Ren shook his head; this pneumonia is too fierce.

"The condition is serious; hospitalization is needed, with IV antibiotics plus closed chest drainage or a thoracentesis to draw out the fluid." Zheng Ren, after viewing the images, said turning around.

"You… why didn't you tell me yesterday?" The patient, almost unable to breathe from holding it in, had completely lost the vigor he had yesterday when spreading health knowledge on the public account.

But that sentence made Zheng Ren's heart rise.

Zheng Ren frowned slightly and said: "I explained it clearly yesterday; did you forget?"

Saying this, Zheng Ren took out a hospitalization form from the pocket of his white coat; the back bore the patient's signature from yesterday, his own signature, and a stamp, with the time detailed down to the minute.

"Look, it's written clearly here." Zheng Ren waved the hospitalization form in his hand; that line on the back was strikingly conspicuous.

"The doctor has clearly informed me that I have right-sided pneumonia with pleural effusion, requiring hospitalization. But I reject the doctor's orders, strongly refuse hospitalization, and declare that I will bear any consequences myself."

"Look, it's written clearly here." Zheng Ren, holding the hospitalization form, said seriously: "I still advise you to be hospitalized, but you also know we can't force you to stay."

"…" The patient's face instantly turned a few shades worse; his lips moved a few times, then he said: "I don't understand medicine; you should strongly urge me to be hospitalized."

Zheng Ren was speechless, silently looking at the patient.

Seeing Zheng Ren silent, the patient raised his voice: "Why don't you advise me! Why don't you stop me! Where's your conscience! You're still a doctor! Saving lives and healing the wounded, do you understand?"

"Now I advise you: it's best to be hospitalized." Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "The hospitalization form I gave you yesterday—do you still have it? If not, I'll make another."

"I won't be hospitalized!" The patient struggled to raise his arm, pointing at Zheng Ren: "It's all your fault, delaying my illness!"

"…" Zheng Ren sighed.

"You have nothing to say?" the patient pointed at Zheng Ren, his lips already bluish-purple, breathing especially difficult, yet he could not contain his anger.

"There is video surveillance here; every word we say is recorded." Zheng Ren looked into the patient's eyes and said: "Your condition calls for hospitalization, not arguing about yesterday's refusal to be hospitalized."

Having said that, Zheng Ren folded the hospitalization form and put it back into the pocket of his white coat.

The patient stared for a moment, then his anger faded.

Often, surveillance is a good thing; it makes outright denial of such things nonexistent.

He muttered something like "you're waiting," then shook the wheelchair, wanting to leave.

"Push him to the respiratory department," Zheng Ren and the accompanying nurse said: "Then whether he's hospitalized or not, let him decide."

The little accompanying nurse nodded, pushed the patient out of the emergency room.

"Professor, where are the police?" Oliver looked around but saw no sign of police.

He roughly understood the exchange between Zheng Ren and the patient, finding it very strange.

"This is a special way of communication between Eastern doctors and patients; don't worry about it, Haibaoer." Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed already accustomed to all this, saying: "Boss, when will we do the 64-slice?"

The professor only cared about this one thing.

"Oh, no! The TIPS surgery is also something the professor cares about. Compared to the new procedure he was preparing to apply for a Nobel Prize, the new TIPS surgery has more advantages, given that there are over two hundred million hepatitis B patients worldwide. The Nobel Prize reviewers place great importance on this."

Perhaps the professor cares about every surgery Zheng Ren performs.

Gao Shaojie patted Zheng Ren's shoulder to comfort him, but he didn't say anything.

Gao Shaojie has encountered this situation before, more than once.

What else can be said?

As a foreigner, the professor sees things quite clearly—this is a special mode of communication between Eastern doctors and patients.

"Su Yun, could you help ask?" Zheng Ren turned, looking at Su Yun and said.

"Mm." Su Yun spoke less at this time, knowing Zheng Ren was in a bad mood. Su Yun didn't dare hope Zheng Ren would treat her as he does patients, so she sensibly picked up the phone to make contact.

"Boss, there's time at noon." Su Yun quickly hung up and reported this good news to Zheng Ren.

Professor Rudolf Wagner excitedly raised his fist, striking a bodybuilder's pose.

Oliver froze.

When did the professor become so approachable?

Here, it truly is a miraculous country.

Doctors are miraculous, and the communication between doctors and patients is also miraculous.

"Then let's get ready quickly." Zheng Ren urged, "Do the examinations promptly and squeeze in the surgery when you can."

"Chief Zheng, the surgery performed at Di Du a while back—was it you who did it?" Gao Shaojie asked quietly.

"Yeah, it was me and Su Yun together." Zheng Ren said.

Gao Shaojie's mind cleared; his guess was correct, and that really was the case.

Afterward, the office grew quiet.

Actually, it wasn't really quiet; at least there were many more people working here than usual.

Chang Yue was somewhat dissatisfied with this, her face continually unpleasant.

Su Yun went over cheerfully to chat, but Chang Yue drove her back.

"Boss, there are too many people, Chang Yue is giving attitude." Su Yun returned to Zheng Ren's side and said quietly.

Zheng Ren nodded, he also had no way. However, there really are many people in the office; the ones who could be driven away…… are only Gao Shaojie and Wang Qiang.

"Teacher Gao." Zheng Ren said.

"Hmm, Chief Zheng, you say." Gao Shaojie came to Zheng Ren's side, like a little doctor who comes whenever called.

"On your side, if there are patients with indications, prepare as much as possible." Zheng Ren said: "Instead of saying ten thousand reasons now, it's better that you personally do one."

"But I don't know how……" Gao Shaojie said this, his face instantly turned red.

"It's not that difficult, the key is simple. Prepare ten surgeries, I'll come over. First watch five, then I'll guide you through five. If five aren't enough, we'll do another ten; you'll definitely learn it." Zheng Ren smiled slightly.

Gao Shaojie felt a surge of emotion.

In the medical field, aside from the teacher's favored disciples, basically everyone is self-taught. If you can't watch the surgery, do you want the teacher and professor to teach you hands-on?

Go dream about it!