Chapter 6 (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“What the f*ck…”
“How did he guess it?”
“Guess? Do you diagnose an intracranial hemorrhage with guesswork?”
The doctors immediately started exchanging views on this medical case.
Many experienced doctors were unable to accept this sudden plot twist.
A diagnosis of intracranial hemorrhage had been made without history-taking, physical examination or diagnostic investigations. A chaperone had even been instructed to escort the patient to the neurosurgery department after his CT scan.
That was an impressive judgment, even though it was completely beyond the comprehension of all on-duty doctors in the emergency department.
“That patient didn’t look like he was having an intracranial hemorrhage, but the end result was really unexpected.”
“d.a.m.n, he is good. No wonder Chief Physician Old Pan promoted Little Zheng to chief resident directly. That chief physician really has a pair of keen eyes.”
“That’s true. He was once a chief physician in charge of a ward specifically for senior officials in the military hospital. Do you think he could get that position if he hadn’t been good at his job? Chief Zheng is good too. Disregarding other issues, that diagnosis alone truly convinced me.”
Even though Zheng Ren was born with a gentle heart, he could not help but smile happily as he heard the discussion around him.
Not because of his colleagues’ compliments, but due to the power of the System.
However, trepidation started consuming Zheng Ren after savoring his triumph.
He judged a patient’s condition using only the information provided by the System. What would happen if there was an error in the System? That was wrong and he decided to perform a physical examination on every patient from now on as a failsafe.
That was how a clinician usually worked. No clinician would trust any given diagnosis even if it was given by a senior chief physician or professor from Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital.
It was better to be safe than sorry in the future.
Yuan Li, who appeared a decade older instantly, returned to the consultation room, obviously dispirited and bewildered.
How did Zheng Ren diagnose an intracranial hemorrhage without history-taking and physical examination? He could not figure it out despite racking his brain.
That was utterly unbelievable!
Doctor Yuan Li, who remained doubtful regardless of the truth, opened the radiology film software in his computer and searched for the teenager’s cranial CT films as there was no other patient seeking consultation at the moment.
Sure enough, the cranial CT films showed a tiny hyperdense lesion at the anterior communicating artery, which was suggestive of a hemorrhage, and visual estimation put the blood loss at approximately one milliliter. Such a small lesion could be easily misidentified as image artifacts if the patient had not lost consciousness.
Even though Zheng Ren’s diagnosis proved to be correct, Yuan Li still did not understand how he diagnosed an intracranial hemorrhage without doing anything.
Guesswork. That kid must have guessed the diagnosis!
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Zheng Ren patiently waited for any patient who required wound closure to visit the emergency department.
Strangely enough, the emergency department should have been overflowing with patients with various trauma of different severities, but none of them required him to suture a wound today.
Major resuscitation or severe trauma cases were not common even in the emergency department, so Zheng Ren needed luck in order to perform surgery in this place.
When the clock reached half-past eleven, Zheng Ren pretended as if nothing had happened and asked Yuan Li to have his lunch at the cafeteria while he looked after the department in the meantime.
The emotionless Yuan Li—who had been immersed in his own train of thought for the whole morning—ignored Zheng Ren’s kindness and went for lunch without expressing any grat.i.tude.
It was approximately half-past twelve when Zheng Ren arrived at the cafeteria after Yuan Li’s return.
The cafeteria was not crowded since it was past lunch hour at the moment. After taking some food from a stall, Zheng Ren went to a corner of the cafeteria and started munching while savoring the new features bestowed on him by the System.
The System was basically an unparalleled and peerless tool for a doctor, especially with the amazing features it had to offer.
“Isn’t that Zheng Ren? He was the first to discover that the patient was suffering from an intracranial hemorrhage this morning.”
“It was just an intracranial hemorrhage. Not much of a big deal at all. Judging by his magnetic const.i.tution for bad luck, he must have reached the level of a senior Onmyōji<sup>1</sup>”
“Haha, that’s right! Instead of gaining knowledge in the operation with Professor Ichiro Moriyu, he became a scapegoat in the end. That was really unfortunate.”
Zheng Ren recognized the doctors—from the ICU department—who were having lunch not far away from him.
They made no attempt at lowering their voices even when the very person they discussed was close by them.