Chapter 518: with translation of chapter title

510 metal allergy or anxiety disorder?

Although the patient's family still had doubts, seeing Director Xia and Professor Rudolf Wagner agree with Zheng Ren's opinion, they also had no idea.

They then began the admission procedures, and according to Zheng Ren's statement, prepared for emergency surgery treatment.

"Boss, Sister Zhao has time at noon." After Director Xia left, Su Yun leaned over to Zheng Ren and said.

"Okay, then noon it is." After saying that, Zheng Ren recalled the patient named Li Chen he had admitted that morning, and told Chang Yue: "Chang Yue, ask Li Chen whether he ate breakfast."

"He hasn't eaten, and he was preparing to have blood drawn this morning, but I just refused him." Chang Yue then said.

Generally, patients think they can have blood drawn on the day of admission, so many come to the hospital without eating breakfast.

In places like Di Du and Modu, where patients from all over the country gather, to pursue Bed Position turnover rate, they adopt the approach of conducting examinations upon admission.

But in Hai Cheng, the patient volume and surgical volume are far from reaching that level of saturation.

So patients who come to the hospital hungry will be disappointed and go eat, then repeat the same thing the next day.

Zheng Ren guessed there might be such a possibility, and upon hearing Chang Yue's words, he hurriedly said: "Chang Yue, quickly tell Li Chen not to eat or drink, and let's do the 64-slice CT together at noon."

"Okay." For work-related matters, Chang Yue is never vague.

After finishing these instructions, Zheng Ren's chaotic morning finally cleared up a bit.

Zheng Ren really wanted to sit down and check the journals on the System Panel, but thinking that he hadn't yet looked at the Emergency Observation Room, he dared not miss any potential hidden issues.

Gathering his spirits, Zheng Ren walked out of the office.

Su Yun followed him up and, standing beside Zheng Ren, said: "Boss, your understanding of CT is so good that I suspect you used to work in machine maintenance."

"Not bad." Zheng Ren said.

Seeing Zheng Ren's perfunctory attitude, Su Yun pouted, but thinking that his level was high, no matter what she said she would easily be refuted by Zheng Ren, so she swallowed her words.

This feeling is so stifling, just like how Chang Yue often uses a provocative gaze to say, "Let's have a drink tonight."

Being inferior in skill... Su Yun sighed in her heart.

Just as he arrived at the Emergency Department, he heard a noisy clamor.

Zheng Ren frowned and hurried over.

A patient held up a slip of paper, standing in the lobby, speaking passionately about something.

Besides, there were other onlookers, as well as doctors and nurses.

"The doctor told me they would 'help' me change the dressing, but is that really helping? Do you have to charge for helping someone?!" He shouted.

Seeing his agitated state, Zheng Ren truly worried that his blood pressure was too high, which could lead to cerebral hemorrhage.

"What's going on?" Zheng Ren walked to the periphery of the onlookers and quietly asked an Emergency Department nurse.

"Chief Zheng, his arm was injured; he had sutures done a few days ago at our Hospital. Today, the surgeon came to change his dressing, but for some reason he didn't want to pay and started making a fuss." The nurse, also helpless, whispered beside Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren made a call and instantly understood what had happened.

It's probably that the patient came to request a dressing change; for such a thing, whether you pay first or later doesn't matter. Anyway, it's not much money, unlike Di Du and Modu; in Hai Cheng, the fee for a minor dressing change is only about ten or eight yuan.

Most of those who avoid paying fees simply find it troublesome to pay and just leave.

When encountering someone who reasons but still fears hassle, they simply toss ten or twenty yuan at the doctor and ask them to help pay the fee.

But Zheng Ren guessed that this patient, after the surgeon said they would 'help' change his dressing and then gave him a fee slip, started making a fuss.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless; there's nothing to be done, the Emergency Department always encounters such or such problems.

But this isn't a big deal; Zheng Ren immediately contacted the Medical Department, then found security, and warned the patient to go to the Medical Department if they had issues; causing a disturbance in the Emergency Department lobby counts as disturbing public order and could lead to criminal detention.

Although the patient is somewhat unreasonable, trying to save a little money and not minding wasting time, the more such a person is, the more they fear criminal detention and similar matters.

If it were a few years ago, Zheng Ren really would have had no way.

But recently, with the crackdown on organized crime and evil, activities like hanging banners have been classified as disturbing public order, so Zheng Ren has confidence.

Such matters don't even need handling; just toss them to the Medical Department and let professionals deal with the unreasonable people.

But it still delayed Zheng Ren for nearly an hour.

Zheng Ren looked at the resentful gaze of the small clerk in the Medical Department and also felt a bit embarrassed. But everyone has their duties; Zheng Ren himself cannot spend a lot of time reasoning with people.

Moreover, Zheng Ren knows his own limits; even if he tried to explain, he wouldn't be able to make it clear.

One cannot lower one's IQ and bottom line to that level, and then... be defeated by someone's rich experience.

After finishing this matter, Zheng Ren walked around the Emergency Observation Room.

The patients' conditions are all mild; looking at the System Panel, everything is a light red, with no serious patients.

Zheng Ren wanted to go to the surgery clinic to comfort the Jizhen Wai Ke doctors, but after encountering that kind of laughable-cryable situation just now, his mood would surely be bad.

Upon arriving at the clinic, a pale, listless patient caught Zheng Ren's attention.

The patient is a woman in her thirties, her head resting on a man's shoulder, eyes slightly closed, brows furrowed, eyelashes trembling slightly. The Internal Medicine doctor of the Emergency Department stood before the patient, seeming somewhat embarrassed, wanting to speak but holding back.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren approached the internal medicine doctor and asked.

"The patient sometimes complains of dizziness and headache, but the symptoms are not serious... sometimes says arm pain, sometimes leg pain." The internal medicine doctor also felt helpless.

According to the internal medicine doctor's statement, the patient exhibits typical psychiatric symptoms, namely hysteria, or possibly anxiety disorder, depression, or similar mental illnesses.

Otherwise, they wouldn't experience Uncomfortable in different parts of the body.

But Zheng Ren saw a strange diagnosis on the System Panel—metal allergy.

Allergy?

Strange.

Zheng Ren said: "You go attend to your tasks; I'll handle this side."

The internal medicine doctor felt relieved; the room was full of people, and if not dealt with, someone would surely become unhappy.

"Chief Zheng, then this side is troublesome for you." The internal medicine doctor practically regarded Zheng Ren as a savior and happily ran in.

For mental illnesses such as hysteria and anxiety disorder, there is no definitive data; one can only guess based on experience, and it's also impossible to tell the patient and their family.

If spoken directly... Zheng Ren once encountered a neurosurgeon who met a hysteria patient who said his head hurt.

Just in time for the rescue, the neurosurgeon's temper wasn't very good, or maybe there was no time to placate, but instead directly told the patient, suggesting they go to a psychiatric hospital to have a look.

Thus, the doctor was complained about by the patient the next day.

This kind of thing is one of the most troublesome matters.