Zheng Ren did not want to think about things so far in the future. It was best to live in the moment.
Moreover, the trouble that Zheng Ren was facing now was not because of the patient who refused to conduct the urine pregnancy test.
Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes were bloodshot. He had forgotten himself and was arguing with Zheng Ren about how to let the guide wire pass smoothly.
From the professor's point of view, it was impossible to pass smoothly here. However, Zheng Ren insisted that he could pass through that area and explained in detail how to do it.
This was a problem of the surgical technique and level differences. It was difficult to explain clearly to others.
Professor Rudolf Wagner had never thought that he was so much worse than Zheng Ren in terms of interventional surgery. Perhaps the TIPS surgery had already told him the truth but the professor still refused to accept it.
Little Oliver's eyes were empty. He did not understand why Professor Rudolf Wagner would have a heated argument with a doctor younger than him.
In his opinion, what Zheng Ren said was unachievable.
Gao Shaojie did not speak anymore. He thought that what Zheng Ren said could not be achieved, but there was a voice in his heart telling him that it was possible.
Whether it would work or not would depend on the surgery.
What Gao Shaojie was worried about was that he could not comprehend it.
As a doctorate student at Columbia University, Gao Shaojie was very ashamed of this fact.
However, he could not comprehend it. This was an objective fact and Gao Shaojie could not deny it.
Of course, he could also act like an ostrich with his head in the sand and pretend that it did not exist. However, Gao Shaojie was still relatively objective. Most importantly, he still wanted to improve and continue to climb to the peak of intervention surgery.
During the intense discussion, the office's landline rang.
Chang Yue answered the call. It was a short call before she quickly hung up.
"Chief Zheng, Chief Physician Pan said that the father of the doctor-on-duty for emergency services is at the hospital. "
When he heard this news, Zheng Ren was helpless.
It was truly a case of a house falling into a storm. Two doctors had already fallen ill with the flu, and now there were also people asking for leave. The emergency department's strings were really getting tighter and tighter.
Zheng Ren turned around and glanced at Su Yun. Su Yun spread his hands and said, "I'm on duty in the ward. You should go handle the father."
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They were on duty everywhere, but the emergency shift was special.
Three minutes after receiving the call, the ambulance had to be driven out of the hospital. This was a mandatory rule. He hoped that there would not be a major rescue today. Otherwise, they would definitely not be able to allocate the manpower needed. Zheng Ren secretly prayed in his heart.
The discussion with Professor Rudolf Wagner ended then.
A lot of conceptual problems exploded all at once. Differences could only be proved by facts. There was no other way.
After the discussion of the video, the office finally quieted down. The look of disdain on Chang Yue's face finally faded a little.
Zheng Ren checked the ward and saw that the patients were all very stable. He informed Su Yun, grabbing his book as he went to read at the emergency room.
Because of the special nature of the emergency ward, there was no need to rush when an emergency occurred.
The emergency ward was very small. There was not even a bed to rest on. Two rows of hard plastic chairs were put together. A wooden board was placed on top of them, making a simple makeshift bed.
Zheng Ren sat cross-legged on the bed and flipped through The Fundamentals of General Surgery.
All of a sudden, it became quiet. Zheng Ren felt very comfortable.
Chapter 462 - What About The Patient?
While reading, she chatted with Xie Yiren. These days seemed so distant from Zheng Ren lately.
Xie Yiren was also very carefree in the operating theater. There was no emergency surgery today, so she was chatting with Chu Yanzhi.
Time passed by bit by bit before the first-aid alarm sounded several times. It was coming from both the internal medicine consultation room and surgery departments.
When the alarm sounded, a nurse would connect to the first-aid emergency center and ask about the patient's situation to determine whether the internal medicine department or the general surgery department would be the ones to pick up the house call.
When the Internal Medicine Department made a house call, they would press the bell once.
When the General Surgery Department made a house call, they would press the bell twice.
Every time the bell rang, Zheng Ren and the internal medicine doctor in the opposite room would wait for a few seconds to decide who would be attending the house call.
Generally speaking, the number of surgical house calls would be a little more in the summer. However, the total number of house calls made to general surgery were usually less than internal medicine.
Zheng Ren's luck seemed to be pretty good. When it was past eight o'clock in the evening, there was only one emergency first-aid call. The patient was not in a critical situation either. When he was taking a shower at home, he accidentally fell and fractured his sacrococcygeal vertebrae.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, the sharp and ear-piercing emergency bell rang again.
Zheng Ren quickly put on his shoes and appeared at the door at almost the same time as the physician.
The two of them waited patiently. A few seconds later, the second bell did not ring. The physician sighed, put on his coat, and rushed to the clinic.
The coat was given to him by the hospital many years ago. Most of it was already torn, the cotton exposed.
It looked tattered. If it were not for the fact that he was still wearing a white coat, people would believe that he was a beggar.
Zheng Ren heard the siren of the first-aid ambulance leaving. Just as he sat on the makeshift bed, the ear-piercing bell rang again.
Uh... Zheng Ren listened carefully and heard another sound.
Because there was only one physician on duty for emergency calls, when such a situation occurred, the doctor who was in the front had to go out immediately.
The patients in the emergency department would be handed over to the Chief Resident to deal with.
There were not many cases like this. Zheng Ren had come down to handle it once or twice.
This time, Zheng Ren went directly to the front to handle the patients.
However, before he could start his questioning, the bell for first-aid rang for the third time.
This time, there was no fluke. No matter how many bells rang, Zheng Ren had to get in the ambulance immediately and go to the emergency department.
At this moment, the emergency department's matters would be handed over to the Chief Resident to handle.
Every day, there would be a senior doctor who was at least an associate chief physician on duty. He would be in charge of the occasional major rescue that required the mobilization of the hospital's resources.
Under normal circ.u.mstances, two consecutive strikes would occasionally appear. Three consecutive strikes of first-aid emergency treatment might only appear three to five times a year.
Zheng Ren thought that his luck was not bad just now but the universe immediately otherwise, making him feel a little bad.
Luck +8 clearly was not helping him now.
Zheng Ren put on his military coat and jumped into the first-aid ambulance.
> Sea City General Hospital only had three ambulances, so there would not be a four-hit situation. If a patient needed emergency first-aid, then the Sea City emergency center would arrange ambulances from other hospitals to replace them.
The first-aid ambulance was not particularly bad. After one went out for a visit, the other one came out from the bas.e.m.e.nt and waited. Zheng Ren was wearing his military coat. He felt warm and alright.
People had to comfort themselves or life would be more difficult.
"What's the illness? Where are we heading?"
"High blood pressure, Shu Guang residential area, building 3." The nurse held the list in her hand and glanced at it before handing it to the stretcher worker in front.
Shu Guang residential area was a residential area in the city center, not far from Sea City General Hospital.
The patient had high blood pressure. Serious complications such as hypertensive cerebral hemorrhage immediately surfaced in Zheng Ren's mind.
If the patient still had aspiration, he would need to intubate.
After calculating the possible complications, Zheng Ren began to itemize the equipment in the first-aid ambulance.
As if preparing for war, Zheng Ren was careful and cautious. He thought of all the possibilities in advance so that he would not be caught off guard.
The first-aid ambulance drove slowly on the road.
Because of the snow, the road had not been cleaned in time. Along the way, Zheng Ren saw many large snowmobiles and sanitation workers working throughout the night.
Once the snow stopped, they had to clean it up immediately. Otherwise, there would be many car accidents tomorrow morning.
Soon, the first-aid ambulance arrived at Shu Guang residential area.
Two stretchers were carrying stretchers. Zheng Ren was carrying the first aid kit. The nurse followed closely behind. The four of them entered the residential building.
They took a look at the elevator. It was on the 22nd floor.
The patient was on the 5th floor.
Zheng Ren did not hesitate. He led the nurse up the stairs. Because someone was carrying a stretcher, it was inconvenient for them to climb the stairs. Moreover, it was not urgent. They could wait for the elevator.
He climbed to the fifth floor as fast as he could. He was fine while the nurse was panting from exhaustion.
"Chief... Chief Zheng, your stamina is really good." The nurse placed her hands on her waist and panted heavily.
One had to know that Zheng Ren was still carrying a first-aid kit that weighed about ten kilograms.
Zheng Ren also felt that his physical fitness was different. Of course, it was developing in a good direction.
Perhaps it was a benefit from the System? Zheng Ren pondered as he knocked on the door.
"Coming," the person in the room said slowly.
Zheng Ren's heart was immediately relieved.
The family was not in a hurry, which meant that the patient's condition should not be serious.
It was good that the patient was fine. Zheng Ren did not want to show off his emergency treatment skills to the emergency nurse. It would be tiring.
Everyone being fine was the best.
The door opened, and there stood an old man in his seventies. Zheng Ren first glanced at the System's diagnosis on the upper right side of his vision. He was not a patient.
The System's diagnosis said that he had primary hypertension, but it could be considered a sub-health condition. His blood pressure was not high, and the background color of the System was light green.
"You're here," the old man said leisurely.
"Well, where's the patient?" Zheng Ren immediately asked.
"Just me. Wait there," the old man said leisurely.
Zheng Ren looked at the old man in surprise. He saw the old man walk into the bathroom and leave the door ajar.
What was going on?
He glanced around the room, but there was no one else inside.
Zheng Ren was completely lost.
After working for a few years, Zheng Ren had also gone to the emergency department once. He was in charge of first-aid patients for about half a year.
However, Zheng Ren had never encountered such a situation before.
It was simply too strange.
If this was a ghost movie, he would have revealed himself by now. Zheng Ren felt a little scared but still managed to hold on.
The nurse also felt that something was not right. She looked around and whispered to Zheng Ren, "Chief Zheng, what's going on?"
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After a few minutes, the old man was still in the bathroom. The stretcher-bearer had already taken the elevator up. When he saw Zheng Ren and the nurse standing in the room in a daze, he was also puzzled.
Every few minutes, Zheng Ren would speak to the old man.
The old man sat in the bathroom and answered Zheng Ren's questions with great enthusiasm.
As time passed, Zheng Ren became more and more confused.
Chapter 463 - The First-Aid Ambulance Requires Money?!
After about ten minutes, a flushing sound could be heard as an old man slowly walked out of the bathroom.
"Old man, where's the patient? Who called the first-aid ambulance emergency number?" Zheng Ren asked immediately.
"I did." The old man put his hands behind his back, like an old cadre inspecting a unit. "Everything's fine here. You can go back now."
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, then he asked, "Old man, why did you call the emergency number?"
"I have high blood pressure," the old man said slowly. "I've been constipated for the past few days. I just had to take a dump. Is it because I have constipation? I'm afraid that my blood pressure will increase when I take a dump, resulting in cerebral hemorrhage. That's why I called you first. With the doctor around, I can rest assured when I go to the toilet."
Zheng Ren really did not know what to say.
That was it?
Zheng Ren was speechless. He really did not know what to say.
The nurse did not mind. Nothing was better than something.
"Sir, please pay the fee," the nurse said.
"What?" The old man's eyes immediately widened. He looked at the nurse in surprise and frowned. His expression immediately became serious. "Why do I need to pay?"
"Sir, first-aid ambulances are charged. The transport is cheaper because there's no need for medical personnel. However, ours is slightly more expensive than usual. Let me calculate it for you… It should be one hundred and fifteen yuan," said the nurse.
"Why!" The old man said angrily. "You didn't do anything and are asking me for one hundred and fifteen yuan? This is daylight robbery!"
Zheng Ren sighed in his heart.
This kind of situation happened too often. Many people did not know that first-aid ambulances cost money so when it came to asking for payment, it was especially difficult.
The nurse said a few more words to the old man. When Zheng Ren saw that the old man was getting more and more agitated, he immediately grabbed the nurse and apologized to the old man. He then left the patient's house in a hurry.
"Chief Zheng! " The nurse was very agitated. "One hundred and fifteen yuan for a trip is split between us. We still need at least sixty yuan. I can't afford to pay it off for him!"
"Forget it, forget it." Zheng Ren was also helpless. He tried to persuade her, "If we really make the old man's blood pressure rise and cause a brain hemorrhage, there's no way this will end. I'll report this to Chief Physician Pan tomorrow. If it can be reduced, try and reduce it. If it can't be reduced, I'll pay the money."Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/the-surgeon's-studio_16489637605120805/the-first-aid-ambulance-requires-money-!_49978151069088923 for visiting.
The first-aid ambulance had charged the bill but what if it could not be collected?
The Sea City General Hospital threw this responsibility onto the doctors and nurses who made house calls.
A month's salary and bonuses were a few thousand yuan. However, they could not help but have to pay for the work.
Therefore, the number of emergency doctors and nurses was decreasing. This kind of situation was bound to happen.
Zheng Ren was also very helpless. He could not argue with the old man and risk raising his blood pressure. He could really have a brain hemorrhage.
Sigh...
Zheng Ren sighed and took the nurse and stretcher back to the elevator.
When they got on the elevator, they could still hear the old man cursing.
Although they were already used to this kind of thing, they still felt a little upset about it.
They took the first-aid ambulance and slowly drove back to Sea City General Hospital.
The road was very slippery. If they did not receive any patients during the house call, they would lose more than a hundred yuan. If there was a scratch, it would be even more depressing.
Back at Sea City General Hospital, Zheng Ren did not care. He tallied a sum of money before returning to the duty room.
Now, Zheng Ren would not worry about the 180 yuan anymore.
It made sense to say that money inspired courage.
Going to the Secondary Hospital for surgery and getting 100,000 yuan back was Zheng Ren's 'courage'.
Zheng Ren treated this as an interesting matter and reported it to Xie Yiren. Life was so dull. These things were like seasoning, making life more enjoyable.
Although he was a little depressed, Zheng Ren did not vent out these negative emotions and merely passed this information to Xie Yiren.
After chatting for a while, it was already past eleven o'clock. Xie Yiren was ready to go to bed.
After saying goodnight to each other, Zheng Ren turned off his phone and lay on the hard bed. He began to recall the house call for the first-aid ambulance today. His physical fitness seemed better than before.
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