Chapter 599: with translation of chapter title

590 Domestic violence!

【This is my mistake, when do you need it on your end?】

【At the latest December 9. Is the time tight, Sister Lin?】

Zheng Ren moved the time up by one day, estimating that SF Express could arrive around then, but we always need to leave some buffer time.

【Okay, I'll send the address to your department, is that convenient?】

【Convenient.】

【Then you just wait to receive it, we won't chat further, I'm going to prepare things.】

After putting down WeChat, Zheng Ren realized he hadn't told Lin JiaoJiao how much money buying things would cost.

Forgot, Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed.

But upon thinking, such a small tube of lipstick, how much could it cost? Just a hundred or so yuan, not a big deal.

After arranging a matter, Zheng Ren relaxed.

No matter how Su Yun and the others fuss, having a gift in hand still makes me feel reassured.

Winter warm sun, shining on the body, without the harsh north wind, makes one feel completely relaxed.

Zheng Ren held a book in his hand, but actually entered the System Library to read journals.

The whole day was very calm; Zheng Ren visited the Emergency Department twice during his free time. The weather was cold, and various traumas and accidents were much fewer, making the Emergency Department somewhat quiet.

A day just passed like that.

This is pretty good.

If every day could be like this, how great would that be.

Zheng Ren made plans to have dinner with Xiao Yi Ren; Xiao Yi Ren said she was preparing the engagement scene for Ji Fei'er, and asked Zheng Ren if he wanted to come.

Su Yun and the others didn't want Zheng Ren to go, after all someone needed to be on duty at home. Moreover, Zheng Ren didn't want to go either; he always felt that watching Xiao Yi Ren bustle about, being kept in the dark, would make his mood a bit odd.

Perhaps because of Director Kong's provocation, as if draining all the divine power of the night shift god, the night shift was also very quiet, not even a case of appendicitis came.

Days passed uneventfully, and Zheng Ren finally found plenty of time to dive into the System Library, devouring journals and magazines.

He discovered his memory had improved compared to before; exactly how much is hard to judge, after all the system hasn't digitized his bodily data, so only a rough estimate can be made.

The books he's read are vivid in his mind; there's no need to spread out a life-or-death thought plane.

On the 8th, dark clouds covered the sky, the north wind grew stronger, blowing the sealed windows to roar.

Everyone was busy; the patients with appendicitis and cholecystitis admitted during that terrifying night shift, after receiving three days of IV antibiotics, have gradually requested self-discharge.

Zheng Renze was still reading journals and magazines.

Su Yun hasn't been seen these two days, reportedly he's busy. Zheng Ren expressed helplessness, as if he too is the one to be seen off.

However, for Zheng Ren, these matters are not as important as reading a bit of journals and magazines.

He occasionally recalls the system task: if the research center is established, will he be able to complete the task within a month?

Thinking of the vast surgical training time and the system that now rarely issues tasks, Zheng Ren remembers: if he had surgical training time, he must not waste it.

As for why Big Pig Trotter issues tasks less and less, Zheng Ren also finds it hard to understand.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren was reading in the System Library when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw it was the Emergency Department; Zheng Ren's blood pressure spiked immediately.

"Hello."

"Chief Zheng, there's a patient, come down and take a look."

"What illness?" Zheng Ren heard the voice on the other end wasn't very urgent, so he calmed down. But then he felt some doubt; the internal medicine doctor who called him seemed... angry?

"I suspect domestic violence! The child's body is covered in injuries!" the internal medicine doctor said, lowering his voice.

"..." Zheng Ren frowned, hung up, and rushed straight to the Emergency Department.

Domestic violence, beating and scolding children, this kind of thing, with each family having a child, becomes common, yet it becomes extremely rare.

At least, in Zheng Ren's years of medical practice, he hasn't yet encountered a case.

And for adults, like that middle-aged female patient with several steel needles implanted in her skull, such a case from many years ago, Zheng Ren does have some impression.

Domestic violence? Abuse? Zheng Ren pondered, hurrying all the way to the Emergency Department.

There aren't many patients in the Emergency Department; now it's the Emergency Department's 'sluggish' period.

On the red hard plastic chairs in the hallway sat a woman in her thirties, tightly holding a seven- or eight-year-old child in her arms.

The child's arms strained as he struggled; his ten fingers bore scars, some old injuries, some fresh wounds not yet fully healed, and even faint traces of blood could be seen.

And his face was also covered in various wounds, dense as a spiderweb; his lips were bitten open, a line of blood hung on his face, extremely miserable.

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the child's appearance, it really could be judged as domestic violence.

But the system didn't think so; the system panel's background color was a bright red indicating a serious condition.

The diagnosis was—Lesch-Nyhan syndrome.

Good grief, how could it be this disease! Zheng Ren's eyebrows unconsciously furrowed.

The internal medicine doctor in the Emergency Department wasn't sitting in the consultation room, but stood coldly not far away, eyes full of hostility, looking at the child's parents.

Seeing Zheng Ren appear, she immediately trotted over to him and whispered: "Chief Zheng, call the police."

Zheng Ren shook his head, then sighed.

"Chief Zheng!" the internal medicine doctor was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's performance.

After several months of adjustment, the Emergency Department doctors have acknowledged Zheng Ren's skill level, and they call him 'Chief Zheng' wholeheartedly.

But looking at this situation, the internal medicine doctor sees it as Zheng Ren not wanting to take responsibility, trying to avoid it.

In the Emergency Department, it's quite common to encounter couples fighting or neighbors arguing.

And the Emergency Department doctors also rarely go out of their way to report to the police.

Couples often argue at the bedside and make up by the foot of the bed; this kind of thing is most common. Zheng Ren has even encountered a case where a husband, during an argument with his wife, used a kitchen knife to slash a 20 cm-long wound deep into the muscle layer on her back.

The victim didn't call the police, was persuaded by her husband, and after three or five days of antibiotics she discharged herself.

But after all, she was an adult, capable of independent action.

But before him was a seven- or eight-year-old child. The child drooled and appeared somewhat mentally deficient.

Because the child was mentally deficient and of low intelligence, the parents wanted to abuse the child to death to avoid the burden. The emergency internal medicine doctor made that judgment and firmly believed it.

"Chief Zheng!" she said, dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's reaction, and called out again in a low voice, her words full of endless dissatisfaction and anger.

"That's not what you think." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "I'll ask about the medical history; you go order a serum uric acid test for the child."

"Huh?" the emergency internal medicine doctor stared for a moment.

Serum uric acid is a diagnostic basis for rheumatism. The child before us has suffered trauma, severe abuse—what does that have to do with rheumatism?

Could Chief Zheng have been busy and confused these past days?