Chapter 110 - A Means Between Light And Darkness (2/2)

Approximately five minutes later, the door of the treatment room was suddenly flung open and a man, smelling strongly of alcohol and stumbling unsteadily, ran out like a scalded cat.

In the background, the young traffic officer stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before him.

He was confused out of his mind. The ruffian had just revealed that he had been pretending to be dead the whole time, but had thrown off his guise without a care in the world. What the h.e.l.l was going on?

Had the doctor administered a drug that could trigger the patient’s conscience?

Instinctively, the traffic officer followed the man.

“The washroom is on the left!” shouted Zheng Ren as a reminder.

“…” The officer staggered.

A few minutes later, the rogue returned dejectedly, dropping all pretenses; there was no point in continuing the charade now that the cat was out of the bag.

An older traffic officer had arrived on the scene in the meantime. After inquiring about the situation, he scolded the drunken man for his idiocy before instructing the younger officer to deal with subsequent procedures such as blood sample collection. Justice was served in the end.

“Brother, thank you so much for everything,” said the senior traffic officer. He spoke in a slightly imposing manner, but Zheng Ren liked it.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my job anyway.”

“Care for a smoke?”

“Let’s go.”

They were instantly greeted by an icy breeze upon stepping out of the building. Wrapping his white coat tightly around himself, Zheng Ren accepted a cigarette from the senior officer and took a deep drag.

It was not easy being a doctor or a police officer.

If either one of them started making complaints about the job, their list would be long enough to reach the end of the world.

They chatted casually and exchanged contact numbers. After realizing that Zheng Ren was dressed lightly, the senior traffic officer stubbed out his cigarette and threw it into an ashtray on the dustbin before bidding farewell to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren took this opportunity to take a walk around the emergency department. The weather was getting colder, and the general surgery division thus enjoyed this leisure time relatively free of drunken brawls in the middle of the night. However, the internal medicine division had its hands full due to the rapid rise in intracranial hemorrhages and myocardial infarctions.

Places as cold as alpine regions were certainly unsuitable for human habitation, but patients in the southern coastal regions would find their ailments easier to deal with.

Zheng Ren returned to the emergency ward after finis.h.i.+ng his ward round.

He greeted the night s.h.i.+ft nurses, the only ones left in the nurses’ station, before returning to his office and continuing his book.

Half an hour later, he received a call from the senior traffic officer.

He thanked Zheng Ren again on the phone. Had Zheng Ren not risked his neck by violating several rules of the hospital, their issue would have been extremely troublesome to deal with.

Zheng Ren chatted politely for a while before hanging up.

Earlier, he had ordered an intravenous injection of furosemide and a bottle of mannitol for the ruffian.

These drugs were standard treatment for intracranial hemorrhage, but when administered together, diuresis was further intensified which drastically increased urine output.

This resulted in an extremely full bladder.

However, Zheng Ren had also encountered a shameless b*stard who would rather hold his urine and risk incontinence.

After repeated examination to confirm that he was physically alright, urinary catheterization had been performed for the b*stard every one to two hours.

Few people could pretend to be comatose while enduring the agonizing pain of urinary retention just to save some money.

It was good that everything was settled. Zheng Ren shook his head and threw the incident to the back of his mind.

This interlude was merely a small part of his daily life in the emergency department, which ultimately became insignificant overall.

The real issues lay in various peculiar rescue operations that rapidly increased his adrenaline level and instantly broke the high-energy phosphate bonds in all his adenosine triphosphate.

It was a peaceful night. Two hours later, Zheng Ren went for another ward round before the patients went to sleep and made some necessary arrangements before finis.h.i.+ng his Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery book.

Incidentally, Su Yun returned to the emergency ward at this time, having eaten his fill.

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