Chapter 510 Metal Allergy or Anxiety?

Although the patient's family members still had doubts, seeing that both Director Xia and Professor Rudolf Wagner agreed with Zheng Ren's statement, they had no idea.

Then he began to go through the hospitalization procedures, and according to Zheng Ren's statement, he was preparing for emergency surgery.

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

"Okay, then at noon." After finishing speaking, Zheng Ren remembered the patient named Li Chen who was admitted in the morning, and said to Chang Yue: "Chang Yue, ask Li Chen if he had eaten in the morning."

"He didn't eat, and he was going to take blood this morning, but I just refused." Chang Yue said afterwards.

Most patients think that blood can be collected on the day of admission, and many of them come to the hospital without breakfast.

Places such as Imperial Capital and Shanghai Metropolitan City, where patients gather across the country, will adopt the method of examination upon admission in order to pursue the bed turnover rate.

But in a place like Haicheng, the number of patients and surgeries is far from being saturated.

Therefore, patients who come to the hospital with a hungry stomach will be disappointed to eat, and then repeat it the next day.

Zheng Ren guessed that there might be such a possibility. Hearing what Chang Yue said, he hurriedly said, "Chang Yue, hurry up and tell Li Chen not to eat or drink. Let's do a 64-row CT together at noon."

"Okay." Chang Yue was never ambiguous about work matters.

After explaining these things, Zheng Ren's messy morning was a little bit cleaner.

Zheng Ren really wanted to sit down and read periodicals and magazines systematically, but he thought that the emergency observation room hadn't read them yet, so there must be no hidden dangers.

Pulling himself together, Zheng Ren walked out of the office.

Su Yun followed, and said next to Zheng Ren: "Boss, I really doubt that you have done machine maintenance before with your level of understanding of CT."

"It's okay." Zheng Ren said.

Seeing Zheng Ren's perfunctory posture, Su Yun curled his lips, but thinking about his high level, he would be easily slapped in the face by Zheng Ren no matter what he sprayed, so he had no choice but to hold back his words.

This feeling is so aggrieved, it's like Chang Yue always said with provocative eyes, invite you to drink tonight.

Skills are not as good as people, really... Su Yun sighed inwardly.

As soon as I came to the emergency department, I heard a loud noise.

Zheng Ren frowned, and hurried over quickly.

A patient held a list in his hand and stood in the hall, talking impassionedly.

There are other people who eat melons, as well as doctors and nurses.

"The doctor told me to 'help' me change my medicine. Is there any way to help me? There is a fee for helping people?!" The man roared.

Seeing his excited appearance, Zheng Ren was really worried that his blood pressure would be too high, leading to cerebral hemorrhage.

"What's going on?" Zheng Ren walked to the periphery of the crowd and asked a nurse in the emergency department in a low voice.

"Mr. Zheng, he injured his arm. He was stitched up in our hospital a few days ago. Today, the surgeon changed his dressing. For some reason, he didn't want to pay the fee, so he started making a fuss." The nurse was also very helpless, standing by Zheng Ren's side whispered.

Zheng Ren contacted and instantly understood what happened.

It is estimated that the patient came to ask for a change of medicine. For this kind of thing, it doesn't matter if you pay first or later. Anyway, it doesn't have much money, and it's different from the imperial capital and the devil. The price of Haicheng's small dressing change is only ten or eight yuan.

Most of the people who pay this kind of running fee find it troublesome to pay, so they just leave.

When encountering people who are reasonable and afraid of trouble, they simply drop ten or twenty yuan to the doctor, and ask for help to pay the fee.

But for the patient in front of him, Zheng Ren reckoned that the surgeon said to "help" him change the dressing, and then he started to make a fuss after giving him a fee bill.

Zheng Ren was also very helpless, there was nothing he could do, the emergency department would always encounter problems of one kind or another.

But this is not a big deal, Zheng Ren immediately contacted the medical office, and then went to the security guard, telling the patients to go to the medical office if they have something to do, and making a fuss in the emergency room is considered a disturbance of public order, and may be subject to criminal detention.

Although the patient is a little bit unreasonable, and wants to save some money, he doesn't mind wasting time. But the more people are like this, the more they are afraid of things like criminal detention.

If it was a few years ago, Zheng Ren would really have no choice.

However, recently cracking down on gangsters, pulling banners and other things have been classified as disturbing social order, so Zheng Ren has the confidence.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be dealt with at all, just throw it to the medical office and let professional people deal with unreasonable people.

However, Zheng Ren was delayed for nearly an hour.

Zheng Ren also felt a little embarrassed looking at the resentful eyes of the little clerk in the medical office. But Zheng Ren himself can't spend a lot of time reasoning with others.

Besides, Zheng Ren has self-knowledge, even if he speaks it, he can't explain it clearly.

You can't lower your IQ and bottom line to his level, and then... be defeated by someone with rich experience.

After dealing with this matter, Zheng Ren walked around the emergency observation room.

The patients were all mild. Anyway, the system panel looked around, and it was all light red, and there were no patients who were too serious.

Zheng Ren wanted to go to the surgery clinic to comfort the emergency surgeon. He must be in a bad mood when he encountered the dumbfounding thing just now.

Before coming to the consulting room, a pale and listless patient caught Zheng Ren's attention.

The patient was a female patient in her thirties, her head rested on a man's shoulder, her eyes were slightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Standing in front of the patient, the doctor in the emergency department seemed to be a little bit embarrassed, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren came to the physician and asked.

"Patients sometimes report dizziness and headaches, but the symptoms are not serious... Sometimes they say their arms hurt, and sometimes they say their legs hurt." The physician is also very helpless.

According to the physician, the patient is a typical mental symptom, which is the legendary hysteria. Or a mental illness like anxiety or depression.

Otherwise, there will be no discomfort in placing them in different places.

But Zheng Ren saw a strange diagnosis in the system panel - metal allergy.

allergy?

Strange.

Zheng Ren said: "Go and do your work, I'll come here."

The internist was relieved, the room was full of people, and if he didn't deal with it, some people would be unhappy.

"Boss Zheng, I'm going to trouble you here." The physician almost regarded Zheng Ren as a savior, and ran in cheerfully.

Mental diseases such as hysteria and anxiety cannot be confirmed by relevant data, and can only be guessed based on experience, and it is impossible to talk to patients and their families.

To be honest... Zheng Ren once met a neurosurgery doctor and a hysterical patient who said he had a headache.

Just in time for the rescue, the neurosurgeon was not very tempered, or had no time to perfunctory, but directly told the patient that he suggested going to a mental hospital.

Ever since, the doctor was complained by the patient the next day.

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