Chapter 5

Are you stupid? We in medicine still rely on Technique; cozying up to the Director's thigh—what good does that do? A doctor saw Zheng Ren standing blankly in the hallway, muttering quietly.

Yeah, look, he doesn't even respond—is this him admitting defeat outright? If he can't, he can't; General Surgery Department can't, coming to Emergency Department still can't.

Really timid, Old Yuan's level isn't great either; go give it a try, at least better than getting slapped in the face like this.

Originally some people had spoken up for Zheng Ren because of Yuan Li's arrogant attitude, but seeing he wouldn't even go see patients, they began to look down on him.

Can't blame them; being a doctor, you have to rely on skill.

Those who only know how to flatter and fawn should go work in a government office; in clinical practice they can't achieve anything. If a medical accident occurs, they'll lose everything.

Under the gaze of many strange looks, Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed, quickly rereading all the information that had appeared, gaining a clearer understanding of the condition in his mind.

He put the bag in his hand on the chair at the nurse's station and said to the Head Nurse: 'Just now the patient was diagnosed with cerebral hemorrhage, not a large amount but there is risk. When we do the head CT later, have someone bring the 120 Emergency kit and follow along; after it's done, send them directly to Neurosurgery.'

…… The Head Nurse was stunned.

…… The doctors and nurses in the hallway were stunned.

What is this? Without even doing the basic history and physical, they diagnose a walk-in patient as having cerebral hemorrhage? Or is it a walk-in patient who looks fine?

You're joking, right?

No wonder he was kicked out of the General Surgery Department to the Emergency Department with that level. An obstetrics doctor glanced at Zheng Ren, too lazy to watch the drama, turned and went back to the consultation room.

Haha, I haven't seen such a foolish doctor in years.

Yeah, sending him to Neurosurgery isn't just to pick a fight; there'll be some drama to watch later. Others gloated.

Little Zheng, we can't examine patients like that. The Head Nurse said, somewhat unwilling, with earnest advice.

Head Nurse, I'm not familiar with this area; could you please ask someone to send him for examination? Zheng Ren smiled, "Is my locker key here?"

This person…… The Head Nurse was speechless.

Really, if someone is courting death, you can't pull them back.

Even if you're a relative of the Director's family—no! Even if you're the Director's own son, acting like this when seeing patients, the doctors below won't listen to you.

Seeing Zheng Ren speak so firmly, the Head Nurse grew angry, pulled out a bunch of keys and threw them to Zheng Ren.

Thanks. Zheng Ren picked up the bag and began packing his things.

Soon, the internal medicine doctor finished the history and physical. He wrote out a head CT order for the patient, letting the patient go get the exam themselves.

Yuan Li loitered outside, secretly pleased; this kid is really timid, scared to even enter the consultation room.

Before the patient could even leave the room, a little nurse came in, 'Come on, I'll take you to pay and get the exam.'

Yuan Li, loitering outside the consultation room, saw the little nurse holding a 120 Emergency kit and froze for a moment.

What's going on?

Chief Zheng said the patient is in danger, so have someone follow along. The little nurse was also unhappy, muttering.

One 120 Emergency kit weighs at least five or six catties; lugging it back and forth is pretty tiring.

The newly arrived Inpatient Chief really knows how to make people suffer—afraid to compete with Doctor Yuan, he takes it out on the nurses. The little nurse wore a displeased face, silently cursing.

This isn't nonsense, is it? Yuan Li muttered a curse in his heart.

Is my condition serious? The patient, frightened and turning a bit pale, asked timidly.

Nothing wrong, just a tension-type headache from poor rest and bodily fatigue. The internal medicine doctor immediately explained: 'Getting a CT is just precaution; rest easy, it's fine.'

After comforting the patient, and once the little nurse and patient turned the corner and disappeared from view, Yuan Li stormed up to Zheng Ren and rebuked: 'Are you even a doctor? Do you have any medical ethics left?'

Yuan Li prepared to take the moral high ground and deliver a fatal blow to this parachuted Inpatient Chief.

Huh? What's wrong?

The patient earlier came in for a headache. Asking about his history, he gets a headache every time after masturbating. Yesterday he did it a bit too much, hurt all night, so he came to get checked. Yuan Li exclaimed: 'It's just a tension-type headache from lack of rest...'

The patient's diagnosis should be cerebral hemorrhage; push him in a wheelchair to get the exam, then send him straight to Neurosurgery after. Zheng Ren said calmly.

A wheelchair? Yuan Li sneered: 'Shouldn't we be using a gurney to send you to Neurosurgery to see if you also have cerebral hemorrhage?'

If you don't believe it, forget it. Zheng Ren didn't mind; normally this would be hard to believe. If it weren't for yesterday, when he was at his peak and solo completed a pancreaticoduodenectomy, even he himself wouldn't believe it.

The patient's history was too bizarre; the nurses covered their mouths and snickered, while a few doctors chatted on the side, sharing similar cases they'd encountered.

By now no one was paying attention to Zheng Ren anymore—a doomed little doctor; does he even need attention?

Yuan Li let out a cold snort: 'You can't help mud stick to a wall.'

Having said that, he strolled back to the surgery consultation room with his hands behind his back.

In Yuan Li's view, the newly arrived Inpatient Chief doesn't even know how to see patients; probably he caused a medical accident and got kicked out to the Emergency Department.

Fortunately, Director Pan still treasures him.

But having this example, even if Director Pan returns, any future disputes between me and Zheng Ren would leave him with nothing to say.

This case is the perfect weapon for slapping faces!

More than twenty minutes later, a tall, plump doctor burst into the Emergency Department in a fluster.

Who sent that patient to Neurosurgery just now?! the stout doctor bellowed, his voice echoing through the hallway with a humming resonance.

Fortunately, it was early when the Emergency Department was quietest and had the fewest patients; otherwise, just that shout could have given someone a heart attack.

Haha, the Neurosurgery doctors have come to seek an explanation. The internal medicine doctor watched the drama from the sidelines: 'We were saying Chief Zheng isn't reliable, and look, they've come looking for him.'

Sending a patient with nothing wrong straight to a ward—I'd be embarrassed just talking about it.

Sigh, when will our Emergency Department get a capable doctor? Stop dumping all the useless junk in here.

Firing off a broadside like that, the faces of the doctors watching the drama changed. Are you really insulting even yourself?

You worthless piece of trash, who are you calling worthless?

Zheng Ren walked over upon hearing the question and said, 'Brother Zhang, I sent him over.'

Zheng Ren? You really came to Emergency? Doctor Zhang also knew Zheng Ren, but after greeting him his face fell, and he said sternly: 'Today we have three arterial aneurysm Shou Bing; can you not cause us trouble?'

Cause trouble?

For a patient with nothing wrong, the Emergency Department can just handle it casually—why send them to a ward? Doctor Zhang grew increasingly unhappy: 'I heard from the nurses that you diagnosed cerebral hemorrhage. You didn't even do a CT, and there are no signs of cerebral hemorrhage—how did you make that diagnosis? Your skill is that high?'

"Three-branch arterial aneurysm, looks like you're busy today." Zheng Ren said: "The patient has a micro arterial aneurysm bleeding; I hope it's nothing."

"..." Dr. Zhang grew angrier the more he listened, and still a micro arterial aneurysm bleeding—do you, a General Surgery Department doctor, know the probability of a micro arterial aneurysm appearing? What's the probability of bleeding? What triggering conditions are needed? Do you know what clinical presentations there are?

Just as he was about to speak, Dr. Zhang's phone rang.

"Hello?" Dr. Zhang answered the phone.

"Where have you been? The patient who just arrived is unconscious, bilateral pupils dilated, light reflex gone." A voice said urgently: "The CT has just been uploaded; it's a cerebral hemorrhage from a ruptured arterial aneurysm—hurry back to rescue!"

Upon hearing the phone, everyone present was stunned.

Dr. Zhang's eye twitched twice, he turned and ran, the thumping sound like an elephant stampeding.

Yuan Li heard that a neurosurgery doctor had come to cause trouble, so he poked his head out to watch the commotion.

But he guessed the beginning, yet not the end.

"Really a cerebral hemorrhage?" Yuan Li exclaimed, talking to himself.

Zheng Ren happened to pass by Yuan Li's side, heard his doubt, and gave a faint smile.

"Otherwise?"