Chapter 88: 0086 A Laughable Misunderstanding

Zheng Ren calmed down a bit and pondered carefully.

No, the doctors on night shift in the ECG room are usually women, precisely to avoid this kind of nonsense happening.

A woman? Insult? That probably couldn't be.

This matter must be fishy.

"Please come with me to the office." Zheng Ren saw the onlooking crowd growing, and his first thought was that he couldn't let the situation get out of control.

"You want to suppress the issue and settle it peacefully?" The stern girl raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "What kind of quality is this! I'm telling you, this isn't over!"

"……" Zheng Renye also felt helpless.

Rotten apples exist everywhere, whether doctors or teachers, or … it has nothing to do with profession, only personal quality.

This black pot, might as well throw it to the Medical Department.

But before passing the buck, one must first understand what happened.

"Please calm down a bit." Zheng Ren tried to soothe the irritable girl with a smile, but his skill points in smile-soothing were obviously insufficient; if Su Yun were here, perhaps it could be a bit better.

Seeing the onlooking crowd grow, the girl's courage also grew; she put one arm around the crying girl and waved the other in the air, saying: "My sister felt chest tightness, so she came to the ER for a check-up. She had an ECG, and after it was done I asked what the result was, but the doctor actually said my sister's chest was flat! What does chest size have to do with seeing a doctor? Can't a small-chested person be seen? I'm telling you, if you don't give me an explanation, I'll definitely give you one!"

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"Haha, the doctors at City First Hospital are interesting—are they seeing patients or looking at chests?"

"That girl is indeed quite flat-chested."

"Come on, why are you saying that? People see doctors, and you can't refuse treatment just because they have small chests."

This really is a very absurd conclusion; Zheng Ren listened to the gossip of the onlooking crowd and also felt helpless.

However you think about it, it's unreasonable—would a female doctor in the ECG room say a patient's chest is flat? The probability of such a thing is so low it's horrifying; what on earth is going on?

Zheng Ren's thoughts flashed like lightning; he suddenly realized something might be wrong, and quickly said, "May I look at your ECG report?"

"What do you want to do?" The girl eyed Zheng Ren warily, holding the ECG report as if it were evidence, afraid he would tear it up.

"……" Zheng Ren, not good with words, at this moment especially missed Chang Yue, who was drinking with Su Yun.

Although Chang Yue wasn't very friendly toward me, she's strong at communication; sending her in now would definitely work.

Too bad…… that bastard Su Yun is really hateful!

Resentment +100.

"I think it's a misunderstanding; if you won't let me see the ECG report, I can't prove it isn't." Zheng Ren had to persuade according to his own idea.

The girl saw Zheng Ren's honest face, hesitated for a minute, then half-believing, half-doubting, handed him the report.

The ECG report read——Chest lead 4 T-wave low flat, sinus rhythm……

Zheng Ren sighed inwardly, dispelled the resentment in his heart, steadied his emotions a bit, and spoke more gently: "Miss, look, it says here chest lead 4, T-wave low flat. Normally, patients with low potassium or myocardial infarction show this. The ECG doctor probably meant this sentence, not 'chest……low flat.'"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

This girl was so careless she only heard the front "chest" and the back "low flat," linked them together, and turned it into "flat chest."

However, Zheng Ren didn't find it strange either; after all, they aren't medical students, it's normal for professional medical jargon to go in one ear and out the other.

This isn't malicious troublemaking, just a laughable misunderstanding.

That overbearing girl paused a moment, recalling that the ECG doctor seemed to have said a long string of words, not much different from what this Inpatient Chief said just now.

But who could understand all that gibberish in the middle? So linking the parts together, it became "flat chest."

Both of their faces turned red in an instant.

Now it's fine—originally only she knew about the flat chest, but now everyone in the onlooking crowd knows.

They aren't unreasonable people; such professional medical disturbances are rare, and most opinions and conflicts toward the hospital and doctors stem from doctors being too busy, lacking time to explain thoroughly and from patients' lack of medical knowledge.

But since the explanation got through, both of their emotions eased.

With red faces, the previously agitated girl blushed, lowered her head, and apologized.

Zheng Ren quickly waved his hands, saying, "It's fine, it's fine. But your sister's case, considering it's not caused by myocardial infarction or low potassium, but by fatigue."

"Fatigue?"

"For example, staying up late, excessive work pressure can cause this." Zheng Ren, instead of insisting on being right, patiently explained: "From now on, make sure you get enough sleep and don't stay up late. Also, don't spend too long lying in bed playing on your phone; if it doesn't improve, you can come to the hospital for a lung CT and a heart 256-slice coronary CT. But I think it's unnecessary now, given her young age, the likelihood of problems is low."

The two quickly thanked him, exchanged a couple of polite remarks, and hurried away.

The bigger the fuss, the more embarrassing it is when the truth comes out.

Zheng Ren smiled, seeing the two off.

"So that's what happened; I wasted my sense of justice."

"Bullshit sense of justice, I think you just like watching the excitement and aren't afraid of big trouble."

"This doctor looks not bad, he's patient and explains things thoroughly."

The onlooking crowd gradually dispersed; Zheng Ren went to the internal medicine ER, briefed the on-duty doctor on handling the dispute, then simply made rounds of the observation ward before returning to the ER ward.

He thanked the Deputy Chief of General Surgery II and saw him off. Glancing at his watch, it was already past nine.

Zheng Ren picked up his phone and sent Chu Yan zhi a WeChat message asking about the drinking session.

Chu Yan zhi replied quickly, it was a short video.

Su Yun and Chang Yue were both quite sober; Su Yun was drenched in sweat, his black hair on the forehead wet and sticking softly to his brow. Chang Yue was as usual, but Zheng Ren felt her eyes were bright, though he wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

"Make sure to watch over them both; if anyone drinks too much, call 120 for an ambulance to the hospital." Zheng Ren urged.

After drinking seven or eight cases of beer, those who don't get their stomachs pumped are true heroes.

"Got it, old-timer." Chu Yan zhi replied.

"Old…… old-timer……"

Zheng Ren shook his head, preparing to wash up and sleep.

After making rounds of the wards, Lin Yuan Shan's father's condition was stable, but he had some pain. Zheng Ren wrote a medical order, adding a bottle of intravenous painkiller.

Returning to the duty room, gazing at the vast night, Zheng Ren didn't indulge in literary reminiscence of the past; he simply drew the curtains, lay down straight on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

God knows when there will be an emergency; if you don't sleep while you can, you'll regret it.

Sure enough, Zheng Ren was woken from sound sleep by the phone. He glanced at his phone—it was 5:15 a. m.

That night was not bad; Zheng Ren felt satisfied. He glanced at the phone—it was from Chang Yue.