Chapter 2483 Bloodletting Therapy
At some point, Zheng Ren's thinking was interrupted by the sound of flat cars in the corridor.
Tang Haitao shouted in a slightly motherly way, "Security! Security!!"
Zheng Ren froze for a moment, stood up quickly, and strode out.
"Boss, why don't you meddle in your own business." Su Yun followed behind, sneering.
But Zheng Ren didn't speak. He frowned and saw a man holding a knife with blood on it. He was carrying a person on his back, his face could not be seen, and his hands were dripping with blood.
Now that law and order are getting better and better, the underworld has gradually become a legend. What's the situation? Zheng Ren was taken aback. Come to the hospital with a knife in your hand...
"Doctor, it's not me, it's her! It's her!" The man carrying the man on his back shouted loudly, beckoning not to misunderstand, "Save people!!"
He shouted in a hurry, and Zheng Ren's first feeling was that this man was completely unaware that he was still holding a knife in his hand.
There are really not many people who come to the hospital with a knife.
In the early days, the two groups fought, and after the fight on the side of the road, they met in the hospital and fought again. The medical staff basically waited for the two groups to finish the fight and clean up the mess. Who would dare to rush upwards with fists and feet flying and swords and swords flying.
"Put down the knife first!" Although Tang Haitao was timid, he still held a bench in his hand to defend himself, and said nervously.
"Uh..." The man was stunned, and immediately threw the knife on the ground, and said anxiously with the patient behind his back, "Help me!"
Zheng Ren strode forward, pulled a flat cart over, and said in a deep voice, "Put it on the flat cart."
After speaking, he turned to look at the nurse, "Measure your blood pressure."
Zheng Ren thought it was a suicide patient, but he didn't expect the man to put the patient on the flat car. The system panel was blood red, and the diagnosis of the disease was clearly marked on it - cerebral hemorrhage.
This is a bit strange, but the disease of cerebral hemorrhage is really no joke. Zheng Ren laid the patient down, rolled her eyelids, and saw that the left pupil was dilated, so he called Tang Haitao over.
Without any nonsense, Zheng Ren took out a small flashlight from his pocket, and Zheng Ren glanced at the light reflex in his pupils.
Sure enough, Big Pig's Hoof once again proved his accuracy.
"Uh..." Tang Haitao was also stunned. Is this domestic violence, a craniocerebral injury caused by hitting the head with something heavy?
He pulled Zheng Ren's white clothes, and Zheng Ren turned around and said, "Head CT, right away. Send it to the neurosurgery department after it's done!"
Tang Haitao was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand what Boss Zheng said, he went to open the order immediately.
The patient's blood pressure was 180/100mmhG, and after a small amount of antihypertensive drugs were given intravenously to control the blood pressure, he was rushed to the CT room for examination.
No matter how such a patient is injured, it is absolutely impossible and cannot be sent directly to neurosurgery.
Without a plain CT scan of the head, neurosurgery can't even perform a craniotomy. The surgical field of neurosurgery is quite small, and the slightest loss is far from the truth. No matter how urgent it is, a CT should be done, otherwise it will delay the time.
Sometimes the family members of patients do not understand and think that doing CT will delay the treatment. Fortunately, the man in front of him was already in a daze. He did whatever the doctor said, and he didn't have his own opinion.
Watching the flat cart being pushed away rumblingly, Tang Haitao carefully took a piece of gauze to put away the blood-stained knife.
"Did you call the police?" Su Yun asked.
"Well, this is the murder weapon, I have to keep it safe." Tang Haitao's voice trembled, but he insisted.
"Why bother the police, the patient initially thought it was self-harm." After Su Yun finished speaking, seeing his boss was startled, he turned his head and went back to the room. He didn't explain in detail, and followed him back.
Self-harm? How can anyone cut off their fingers? Ten fingers connected to a heart, but not fatal. If it weren't for the cruel torture, how could this happen.
Tang Haitao curled his lips in disbelief, but he did not refute it knowingly.
According to legend, Boss Zheng is the chief resident of the emergency department in Haicheng and has a deep affection for the emergency department.
After coming to 912, he also often went to the emergency department. As a result, Zhou Litao, the former chief resident, got great benefits. Not only did he have a top SCI paper, but there was also a lot of national scientific research theoretically.
It is said that Boss Zheng is prosperous, but he is really prosperous. Tang Haitao's envious eyes are all blue. Offend Boss Zheng? Tang Haitao has nothing wrong with his mind, and he will never do such a stupid thing.
Brother Yun was just talking nonsense just now, so just pretend he didn't hear it, there's no need to argue. People, sometimes you still have to pretend to be confused.
Soon, the police rushed over, took away the "murder weapon" and went to the neurosurgery department urgently. Tang Haitao went with him to identify the murderer.
With the police by his side, Tang Haitao's courage grew a lot, but his voice was still a bit motherly.
But soon, he came back as disheveled as a defeated rooster. Back in the emergency department, he went straight into Elder Cui's office.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun." He greeted in a slightly motherly voice.
"What?" Zheng Ren looked at the medical records in his hand, as if thinking about something. Without raising his head, he asked softly.
Su Yun tapped the phone screen with both hands, as if he was chatting with someone.
"The patient said yes..."
"Bleeding, haven't you seen it?" Su Yun's disdainful words came, and the black hair fluttered on his forehead, as if echoing.
"..." Tang Haitao was really stunned this time.
"It's normal. It's like the last time a child was allergic to his hands. Mr. Tang immediately saw that he was playing with slime. You'll know it once you've seen it. It's normal if you haven't seen it before." Zheng Ren smiled and told Tang Haitao rescue.
"Why don't I know about slime?" Su Yun asked with his head lowered.
"When Chang Yue went into anaphylactic shock, you were watching Chang Yue in the emergency room."
Su Yun was dumbfounded, it was a scar, if his boss hadn't said it, whoever said it would be in a hurry.
"Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, how did you two see it?" Tang Haitao asked humbly.
"There is no trauma to the head. If there is an intracranial hemorrhage, there must be a reason. Looking at the patient's condition, it is highly suspected that it is high blood pressure, dizzy, and then I do some bloodletting therapy at home."
"Is it bloodletting from Chinese medicine?" Tang Haitao asked.
"No." Zheng Ren said, "Traditional Chinese medicine still needs syndrome differentiation, which is different from the bloodletting therapy of Western medicine. The patient's condition is like a certain..."
"It's just people who don't understand anything. Knowing that there is bloodletting therapy, they insist that it is very effective. In Chinese medicine, there is no way to measure the pulse, and there is no hope, smell, and inquire. How can you cut your own finger with a knife.
It is said that it is Western medicine. Hundreds of years ago, Western medicine of bloodletting started with 800ml blood, and finally gave up because there were too many dead people. "
Su Yun lowered his head, speaking without delaying the chat, he was very skillful with two tasks at one mind.
"A few hundred milliliters of blood? Can that person still live?" Tang Haitao was stunned.
Bloodletting therapy is unreliable at first glance, which doctor has nothing to do to study this stuff. So when Tang Haitao heard that 800ml of blood was required, which was still the starting amount, he was immediately stunned.