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A quiet morning passed.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren’s mobile phone ringing, and a patient in the emergency department needs him to go to the consultation.

Zheng Ren rushed to the emergency department and waited for him to decide whether he wanted to be admitted to the hospital. He was a middle-aged woman and the emergency diagnosis was acute appendicitis.

Glanced at the system panel clearly, acute, simple appendicitis.

Income hospital, nothing to consider. It is necessary to have emergency surgery at night or fast time for fasting water. Tomorrow surgery, it is necessary to go up and ask about the medical history.

Zheng Ren asked the nurse to push a wheelchair and send the patient to the emergency room.

The patient curled up and lay on the bed in the surgical emergency room without the shadow of his family. It seems that this is also a lonely, poor person who comes to surgery alone.

Zheng Ren went up to take the handle and sent the patient to the wheelchair with the caregiver, pushing the door of the emergency room.

Although Su Yun followed all the way, he did not stretch out with one hand, followed by, and stood idly by.

Zheng Ren never thought about understanding the inner core of Su Yun's complex personality, treating patients, why are they sometimes indifferent, and sometimes enthusiasm.

The psychological trauma of this product, the operation is ineffective, so Zheng Ren did not want to do something to make the scar disappeared long ago.

"Xiaoheng, Xiaoheng." The middle-aged woman has been crying in a wheelchair. The voice is not big and full of pain.

This must be the name of her son, Zheng Ren guessed.

Haicheng has gradually declined under the law of Shanhaiguan, especially young people, who choose to stay in the South as long as they have a little skill.

Because there is a higher salary on that side, there are more opportunities and a better future.

It seems that the middle-aged woman's son should go to work in the field, so that when he had acute appendicitis, there was no one around him.

"Where are you taking my mom?" Zheng Ren pushed the wheelchair and had not passed the corner of the emergency department. He heard a voice coming from behind.

Huh? Zheng Ren suddenly stopped.

Family members are actually there? This is "Xiaoheng"? Why did you just call him so much that no one should?

A young man in his twenties was holding a mobile phone in his hand. Both hands were still on the mobile phone, and looked at the position of Zheng Ren and the middle-aged woman in front of him. With the phone, I followed it with my feelings.

"..." This child is really playful. Zheng Ren’s chest seems to have a large stone, which is very boring.

"What kind of person are you?" Zheng Ren asked.

After a few seconds, the young man replied: "I am her son."

When I spoke, I didn’t even lift my head.

Is this playing games? Zheng Ren knows what kind of pesticides and chickens have been used in the hot games recently, but he has never played.

I have time to read books. When I am too tired, I will watch online novels. The game has never appeared in his world.

"Your mother has acute appendicitis and needs surgery." Zheng Ren pushed the wheelchair to the emergency room, and confessed his condition.

This is just a habit. After all, the silence and the family members of the patients walked back to the ward, and the atmosphere was too depressed.

"Yeah." The young man still looked at the phone with his eyes, and he gave a sigh of relief. He didn't know if he knew the condition of Zheng Ren.

“When was the last time to eat and drink?” Zheng Ren continued to ask.

Silence for a long time, at least ten seconds, has arrived near the elevator, the young man remembered what Zheng Ren just seemed to ask, "What did you just say?"

"..." Zheng Ren is in his heart.

Any **** patients and family members have seen it. Although this is not an endangered and cherished variety, it is rare.

"When was your mother eating and drinking last time?" Zheng Ren repeated what he had just said.

"Where do I know, you ask her to go." The young man saw that he was going to the elevator and hesitated. "I am going up the stairs, how many floors do I have to go?"

"The second floor." Zheng Ren's expression is a lot harsh.

"Let me wait for the elevator on the second floor." The young man finished, holding the mobile phone and heading straight to the walking stairs.

"Doctor, I took a medicine around 12 o'clock, took a sip of water, and the rest was gone." The middle-aged woman in a wheelchair resisted severe abdominal pain and answered Zheng Ren's question.

Zheng Ren’s cold face was silent, and the atmosphere in the elevator was somewhat inexplicable.

The middle-aged female patient seems to perceive Zheng Ren’s emotions and endures the pain and explains: “Xiaoheng is a good boy, that is, he loves young and has fun.”

Playful... point? Are you serious?

Zheng Ren heard infinite love from the words of middle-aged women.

But as a doctor, as long as he is responsible for curing the disease, this kind of thing can’t really come.

Even the police can't control it, and the doctor can't do it anymore.

Came to the elevator on the second floor, the child did not appear. Zheng Ren stopped and said: "The time for fasting water is enough. You inform Xie Yi and Xiao Chu to do surgery."

Su Yun ghost floated behind Zheng Ren, and he should have a voice. It was an answer to Zheng Ren’s account.

"There will be surgery for a while, the operation is not big, you should not be too nervous." Zheng Rendao.

"Cut the tail, when can I go to the ground?" asked the middle-aged woman.

"It takes about one day to get to the bathroom on the ground, but be careful not to pull the knife. The thread is removed five to seven days, the same as before."

"The time is too long, I can't cook, what does Xiaoheng eat?" The middle-aged woman suffers from the painful cold sweat, but the worry is still the young man who doesn't know where to go.

"..."

Zheng Ren is an orphan. The teacher and aunt in the garden are good to themselves, but they certainly won’t be as good as their middle-aged women.

I have to do my own surgery, and my heart is mourning that the child can't eat his own food.

This……

"The same is true for the delivery."

"That's how it works, takeaway is made of waste oil, toxic is not good, Xiaoheng must not eat it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ middle-aged woman suffers from a guilty face," blame me, why do you want it? I am sick. ”

Zheng Ren was silent again. He felt that he and the middle-aged female patient were not in a plane. They did not understand what was in her heart.

Two doctors, one patient, waited for nearly a minute in the hallway, and the patient's son held the phone in his hand and walked slowly and step by step.

The colorful light of the mobile phone shines on his face, and the light and shadow are distinct, and some are awkward.

Zheng Ren no longer talks, pushes the wheelchair and goes to the emergency room.

This family of patients, it is estimated that Changyue is also very difficult to communicate, Zheng Ren guessed.

Came to the ward and arranged a room for the patient. Instead of going to bed, people push directly to the disposal room to prepare the skin.

Anyway, surgery will soon be on, and patients will not be tossed.

Su Yun went directly to the operating room to prepare for surgery.

The preoperative preparation of acute appendicitis was not difficult. Zheng Ren understood the medical history, let Chang Yue make a simple record, and then began to write, print a pre-operative account and commissioned authorization to enter the hospital to communicate, to find middle-aged Woman suffering from a son.

He just went to the admission procedure, but the time was a little longer.

However, when Zheng Ren went to the treatment room, he could not find the figure of the patient's family. Only the patient collapsed in a wheelchair with a posture that looked uncomfortable.

Unable to say the bleak.

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This is a patient I have personally experienced. Later, I heard from people in the same ward that the child was angry and beat his mother. I made several phone calls and for the first time I encountered a situation in which my immediate family refused to receive a doctor's call. Patients with advanced liver cancer, can not lie down, the risk of preoperative assessment is extremely high, surgery can not do, and finally discharged unfortunately.