Chapter 6

I'm going...

How did he guess that?

Guess? You're diagnosing a brain hemorrhage just by guessing?

The doctors around him began to chatter like boiling water in a pot.

Today's events changed so fast that even these doctors with rich clinical experience couldn't accept it.

Without taking a history, performing a physical exam, or ordering any auxiliary tests, he knew at a glance it was a brain hemorrhage, arranged for a dedicated escort, and sent the patient directly to neurosurgery after the check.

This surpassed the understanding of many emergency doctors on duty; everyone was secretly impressed.

That patient doesn't look like they have a brain hemorrhage, but it turns out they really do.

No wonder Director Old Pan promoted Xiao Zheng directly to inpatient chief; he really is capable, and Director Old Pan's eyes are incredibly sharp.

That's right, the old director used to be the head of the high-ranking cadre ward at the military hospital. If he didn't have some skills, how could he have gotten that position? Director Zheng is also impressive; just based on this diagnosis, I'm convinced.

Zheng Ren heard the surrounding colleagues' discussion and smiled slightly. Although he is mild-mannered, he also felt secretly pleased at this moment.

It wasn't because of the colleagues' praise, but because the system was incredibly thoughtful.

But after Zheng Ren felt that satisfaction, a layer of unease settled over him.

Putting the patient's life and death in the system's hands—what if the system makes a mistake? No, from now on I must insist on performing physical exams, at least as a double safeguard.

Clinical doctors are like that; even if the diagnosis comes from a big director or a professor from the capital's top schools, they still half-believe it, and nobody just takes it at face value and fully trusts it.

This time, Zheng Ren was also curious, and since the patient was seen by an internal medicine doctor, even if the system's diagnosis was wrong, the patient wouldn't have any problems in neurosurgery.

But in the future, we still need to be careful.

Yuan Li seemed to have aged ten or so years in an instant, his spirit gone, his eyes drooping, listlessly returning to the consultation room.

He couldn't figure it out: Zheng Ren didn't even take a history or do a physical exam, so on what basis did he diagnose the patient with a brain hemorrhage?

That's not scientific!

Doctor Yuan Li still didn't believe it, and just then there were no patients coming in. He opened the image viewing system and found the patient's head CT.

Sure enough, the CT showed a subtle bleed around the anterior communicating artery inside the skull. The bleed volume was about 1 ml. If it weren't known that the patient was already comatose, such a small amount of brain hemorrhage could easily be mistaken for an imaging artifact.

Although Zheng Ren's diagnosis was confirmed correct, Yuan Li still didn't understand how Zheng Ren could diagnose a brain hemorrhage without doing anything.

He's just guessing, this guy is definitely just guessing!

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………

Zheng Ren was quietly waiting for the arrival of the emergency suturing case.

It's strange, though—usually the emergency department sees countless injuries big and small, yet today there wasn't even a single patient needing sutures.

The emergency department doesn't always have major resuscitations or severe trauma showing up; if Zheng Ren wants to do surgery in the ED, it's still a matter of luck.

By half past eleven, Zheng Ren greeted Yuan Li as if nothing had happened, telling him to go to the cafeteria to eat first, while he would help out for a bit.

Yuan Li had been in a daze all morning, and didn't even express much appreciation for Zheng Ren's kindness, not saying a single 'thank you' or other polite words, and went to eat with a blank expression.

When Yuan Li returned, Zheng Ren arrived at the cafeteria already past twelve.

After mealtime, the cafeteria wasn't very crowded. Zheng Ren got his meal, found a corner, and ate while savoring the new functions the system had given him.

For doctors, the functions the system opened up for Zheng Ren were truly like unlocking an invincible mode, a rhythm of being unstoppable.

Isn't that Zheng Ren? The patient with the brain hemorrhage brought in this morning said he was the first to notice it.

What's a brain hemorrhage? With his terrible luck, I'd say he's already reached the level of a grand yin-yang master.

Haha, yeah. Following Professor Senyu Ichiro onto the stage, not learning anything, and ending up taking the blame for everything—his luck really is terrible.

Not far from Zheng Ren, a few people were eating; he knew them, they were all ICU doctors.

They weren't lowering their voices on purpose, even when talking about Zheng Ren.

"Just guessing," one person said, lifting his head and glancing at Zheng Ren's back.

"Little Su is right," the lackey next to him immediately shouted 666.

Zheng Ren could tell who was speaking just by the voice.

Su Yun, the nephew of Director Fu, a graduate of Peking Union Medical College. It's said he had already been admitted to a PhD program back then, but for some unknown reason he ended up returning to Haicheng.

Such a clean-cut yet quirky train of thought is beyond Zheng Ren's comprehension.

But he's a second-generation doctor, so whatever he does makes sense; I… my former self can't compare.

As for now, Zheng Ren feels even less able to compare—it's him and himself that can't be compared.

Su Yun has long, dark, shiny hair, with a strand of bangs-like hair falling over his eyes, and a pair of jet-black large eyes like flawless gems set on his fair face.

At first glance, one feels this girl is really good-looking, her looks definitely worth a 90 out of 100.

But on a second look, a doubt arises from the heart, as if he were a little boy.

Su Yun's head-turning rate is extremely high, whether on the street or inside the hospital.

He is exactly that kind of person—a handsome boy who looks better than most girls.

"Young Brother Yun, if you went into surgery, there'd be nothing else for anyone else to do. I'd guess this time, assisting Professor Senyu, only you could do it, and the surgery wouldn't have any hiccups," said a doctor who looked over ten years older than Su Yun.

He seemed to already be very accustomed to being called 'Yun Brother,' with no hint of awkwardness in the conversation.

Su Yun blew a breath, and his black forehead hair fluttered.

"What's good about surgery?" Su Yun said. "Do you know why I didn't go into surgery back then?"

"Yeah, back then you had already been admitted to the PhD program in cardiothoracic surgery at Peking Union Medical College under Professor Han; why didn't you go?"

Zheng Ren also had this question; he perked up his ears to listen carefully to Su Yun's gossip.

Su Yun's return to Haicheng Medical wasn't just a simple case of a second-generation doctor living off family wealth.

"I didn't want to cause trouble for the anesthesiologists."

Huh? What does that have to do with the anesthesiologist? The ICU doctors beside Zheng Renhe and Su Yun were all stunned.

Su Yun lightly brushed the stray hairs from the forehead, eyes filled with loneliness.

"I have the smartest brain, the most dexterous fingers, born to be the best surgeon, yet fate is unfair to me." Su Yun's tone was lonely as snow, like an old man who has seen through worldly affairs, "Fate actually gave me an unparalleled appearance."

"……"

"……"

"Even with two layers of Mask, my unparalleled appearance cannot be concealed; before each Shou Bing, when the patient is anesthetized, I have to increase the anesthetic dosage. Some patients still don't respond even to the maximum dose—how can I practice surgery?"

The surrounding air instantly became Silence and heavy.

Zheng Ren held back his laughter, struggling to swallow the rice, afraid that if he accidentally spat out the food, it would look bad.

"Cough cough cough..." The lackey beside Su Yun also had no such low limit; after a long while, he coughed a few times and said, "Yun Ge'er, I think you're right."

Zheng Ren continued to endure, afraid that if he spoke sarcastically, he would provoke Su Yun.

It's not because Su Yun is the nephew of the Hospital's Vice President that I dare not provoke him.

But because Su Yun is the male idol shared by all the nurses in the hospital; if the nurses find out I've provoked him, afterwards there might be no one to work with me during Shou Bing.

Just thinking about having to undergo Shou Bing alone, without even an instrument nurse, Zheng Ren shivered.

What? Hospital arrangement? Nursing Department assignment?

Nowadays the little nurses are all born in the 90s, even some born in the 2000s; if they're unhappy, they dare to quit. Anyway, the Hospital doesn't earn much, and the work is hard. If their looks pass muster, they can make a short video or become a streamer, earning more than working at the Hospital.

If their looks aren't enough... aren't there still skin-smoothing, beautifying filters, long legs, super-long leg effects?

Even the Nursing Department doesn't want to provoke these little nurses, so their male idol...

Zheng Ren finished the food in a few bites and immediately left the table.

Having walked far away, Su Yun's leisurely voice drifted into his ears again: "How could I be so handsome?"