The Surgeon's Studio

The ground was covered in chicken feathers.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd unwillingly opened up a path as director ye rushed over with some people.

Director ye wasn't wearing a white suit, but a black suit with a dark blue tie. He had a steady temperament and looked like an exquisite middle - aged man.

He didn't yell at Zheng Ren, but just walked in coldly. He exchanged a look with Zheng Ren and looked at director Zhang Lin's injury.

"This one, send him to the emergency department and let them check his blood sugar level first." Zheng Ren told a junior doctor of the ICU.

The "master" was lying on the ground, twitching constantly. His face was pale and sweat was dripping down. He seemed to be seriously ill. However, Zheng Ren really didn't want to bother with him. He didn't even want to send him to the emergency room.

What the f * ck is this person? It was fine to cheat some money, but it would be devious to ruin someone's family and family.

However, he couldn't just watch someone die in the hospital because of low blood sugar. Zheng Ren felt helpless.

The young doctor from ICU was at a loss as to what to do after the series of changes.

First, it was the patient's family members who caused trouble. This time, they were particularly fierce and even hit people. Director Zhang had been beaten up, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation. However, since she was wearing white, not many of them had the guts to take off their white clothes and fight her.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to, but after so many years of school and working overnight shifts, his body was in poor condition. Although he wasn't physically weak, he was almost there.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous to rush up and get beaten up again?

However, the aggressive man had collapsed like a chicken after being yelled at by boss Zheng. What kind of logic was this?

The young doctor in the ICU stared at the man on the ground in a daze. The man's face and body were covered in sweat. His breathing was so deep that he could hear the sound of phlegm.

There was so much phlegm that even without a stethoscope, he could hear the sound of diarrhea coming from his throat.

Was he going to die? The young doctor of the ICU didn't notice that Zheng Ren was talking to him. He was only looking at the "master" lying on the ground in a daze.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," Su Yun, who was wearing a white dress with her chest open and the buttons unbuttoned, nudged the young doctor of the ICU with her shoulder and said,

"Uh, what's wrong?"

"The boss said to send this person to the emergency room to check his blood sugar first."

"Blood sugar?"

"Hey, how did you get into a critical condition? With such physical signs, what is there to consider?" Su Yun wasn't in a hurry and started chatting with the young doctor of the ICU.

"..." The young doctor in the ICU was stunned. Wasn't he the demon who was suppressed by boss Zheng's great divine power? However, after the founding of the country, spirits were not allowed. If there were any dirty things, they would probably be the ones before the founding of the country. Is his magic power very strong because he's old?

His mind was filled with all these messy thoughts, and he was once again irredeemably distracted.

Could it be that this person had low blood sugar after being yelled at? Was boss Zheng made of insulin?

Su Yun couldn't wait for this "master" to die Here. She wasn't interested in Zheng Ren's words at all. Like a senior brother, she taught the young doctor of the ICU gently.

"Your face is pale and you're sweating profusely. What are you thinking about?" Su Yun asked.

"He's in hemorrhagic shock, and he's suffering from low blood sugar. " The junior doctor from the ICU was a specialist, so he blurted out instinctively even though he was still in a daze.

These two diseases were the longest - lasting ones, and the other rare diseases were not considered for the time being.

"Yeah, he can't have a hemorrhagic shock. We didn't touch him. That's why he'll be sent to the emergency department to get his blood sugar level checked first. " Su Yun said.

"Oh, oh." The young doctor from the ICU was about to find a Gurney when Su Yun called out to him.

"Look at his fingers. They were white at first, then they suddenly turned red, and now they're white. What symptoms are these?" Su Yun had already treated the "master" lying on the ground as a cadaver and began to explain the symptoms.

He deliberately delayed the time and gave his Little Junior Brother a lesson.

"Su Yun, don't make a scene. Your blood sugar level is low. Don't kill anyone." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Su Yun smacked her lips. She really wanted to go up and give him a kick.

"You, quickly go to the Gurney and send him to the emergency room. Remember to tell Zhou Litao to check his blood sugar level first. " Zheng Ren reminded him again.

After this incident, Zheng Ren had a lofty ... Strange impression in the hearts of the young doctors of the ICU. Was this boss Zheng a master with heavenly dharmic powers?

He didn't understand.

He went to find a Gurney, but he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and asked,""Brother Yun, are you talking about the Reynolds phenomenon?"

Su Yun smiled, revealing a beautiful curve at the corner of her mouth, but she did not reply.

It was an emergency, and the young doctor of the ICU didn't have time to say anything. He felt a little regretful as he thought about how Brother Yun could still observe the change in color of his fingers in such a chaotic situation. He was definitely not an ordinary person!

Everyone said that his intensive care unit was good, and it was indeed good.

Although he knew that the Reynold's phenomenon was a rare occurrence, he only found out about it after Su Yun's reminder. If he had been alone, he would not have noticed this situation.

The junior doctor from ICU pushed the "master" onto a Gurney and headed to the emergency room. The crowd didn't disperse, but the noise was a little softer.

They looked at Zheng Ren with respect. They wanted to watch the show, but they did not want to provoke this expert.

When the patient's family saw that someone had come with an extraordinary bearing, they knew that it was a big Shot, and they were a little nervous. They were paying attention to Zheng Ren and director ye. The master had fainted from the roar, so they didn't know what the other party would do next.

Director ye didn't communicate with them. There were cameras in the hospital, so it was impossible for the person who hit him to run away.

"SEND department Director Zhang to the neurosurgery department for suturing." Seeing that director Zhang Lin was fine, director ye was no longer so nervous.

If something happened to director Zhang right after director Miao ... When he thought of this, the anger in his heart burst out.

However, his anger did not show on his face. Instead, his face became even gloomier.

The staff at the hospital administration Department behind her quickly led director Zhang Lin out. Just as they walked out the door, director ye suddenly asked from behind,""Director Zhang, what did you say to me on the phone 15 minutes ago?"

Director Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment. She covered her head with her hand and turned to look at director ye.

Fifteen minutes ago? She had asked the hospital administration Department for help over the phone and said a lot of things. Which sentence did he want to hear? What did he mean by asking her this question?

However, director ye didn't seem to want to wait for director Zhang Lin's answer. He told the staff,""Director Zhang, I don't remember. Tell the neurosurgeon that he should write a reversed memory disorder in his medical history."

Zheng Ren was stunned.

He only injured his head and it looked like he was covered in blood, but he was actually fine. Even if they went to the Public Security Bureau, the forensic expert wouldn't be able to identify anything.

However, the reversed memory disorder was considered a light injury.

He was going to bite the person who hit him to death. Director ye ... Was really F * cking ruthless.