Chapter 367 Miracle doctors must also respect science
Now Zhang Han has just finished giving Zhu Wei acupuncture for 10 minutes. According to what was said before, it will take 15 minutes to take out the needles.
But Zhang Han could easily hear Song Rentou's anxious voice, so he had to say: "Zhu Wei, I have something to go to the public security hospital, so I'll take out the needle first."
It's all cover anyway, no big deal.
Pulling out the acupuncture needle, Zhang Han pretended to take out the resuscitation pill from his pocket, handed it to Zhu Wei, and said, "Take this, take it before going to bed at night."
"Master...this..." Zhu Wei was puzzled.
"Didn't I just say that as a doctor, the most important thing is to have good hearing and vision. Acupuncture is to help you, and medicine is to assist you." Zhang Han said.
"Thank you, Master!" Zhu Wei said gratefully.
"This medicine consumes a lot of materials. Your senior sister has taken it before. Although you are the youngest, you are the smartest. That's why I let you take it this time. I will make pills later and give them to your senior brother and sister." Zhang Han said.
"Thank you, Master." Zhu Wei said with gratitude again.
"Okay, I'm about to leave. You can go back too. Also, remember, don't tell anyone about this first..." Zhang Han warned.
"I understand, I understand..." Zhu Wei nodded repeatedly.
He himself also knows that he is the fourth junior brother, and it is his turn to do such good things first. What if the senior brothers and sisters feel that the master is partial?
This is also Zhang Han's helplessness. If he had three pills in his hand, it would be just right. Whoever asked the system would give him two...
He even doubted whether the two he gave last time were for his apprentice and should not be given to Tang Xuan.
But why not give it to Tang Xuan, she is my wife!
After leaving the hospital, Zhang Han rode his beloved motorcycle and went straight to the Public Security Hospital.
It is the evening rush hour now, and small motorcycles have the advantage of small motorcycles because they are never stuck in traffic jams.
We went all the way to the Public Security Hospital. When we arrived at the door, we sent a voice message to Song Rentou. After a while, Song Rentou went downstairs in person and took him in.
The lights in the emergency room had been turned off, and Song Rentou took Zhang Han directly in. There were only one doctor and one nurse inside, filled with his subordinates.
On the bed, there lay a very thin guy with a sallow complexion, who looked like he had been taking contraband for a long time.
There was an electrocardiogram next to the bed, which looked very messy.
"Doctor Zhang, what do you think of this man?" Song Rentou said eagerly.
Zhang Han walked to the bedside and took the other person's pulse. He could quickly feel that this person's pulse was extremely fast, and it was abnormally fast. The pulse was astringent and thin, even if the pulse was extremely fast.
It can also be concluded that there is no strength at all.
With a pulse like this, even gods can't save him.
Zhang Han looked up at Song Rentou and said, "SIR, this man can't live much longer, probably two hours at most."
His statement was consistent with that of the hospital doctor.
But this statement made the doctor in the emergency room nod his head, as if to say, the little miracle doctor also has two brushes, and he is indeed very accurate in taking the pulse, so he is not in vain.
"Can we wake him up?" Song Rentou asked.
"This..." Zhang Han hesitated and said, "I need to know his specific condition before I try. Do you have his medical report?"
Song Rentou looked at the doctor, who said, "Yes."
The doctor gave Zhang Han the medical report. In his opinion, no one could wake up the person in the bed.
Miracle doctor...
How amazing can a miracle doctor be?
Believe in science...
Of course, even though the doctor thought so, he could not speak arrogantly and ridicule Zhang Han without quality.
If you want to pretend to be 13 here to slap your face, then there is no need.
Zhang Han said "thank you" and started reading the report.
Soon, he knew the whole story. The guy on the bed had overdosed on amphetamine and failed to perform gastric lavage in time, causing the poison to enter the cranial nerves and then flow into the capillaries of the head. Eventually, the blood vessels in the head would burst and die.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Han said: "SIR, it's not impossible to wake someone up. However, he took too much amphetamine and his brain is out of control. Even if he wakes up, it will be of no use.
"
Can you still wake me up?
This time, the doctor showed his true face of surprise...
real or fake?
However, he agreed with Zhang Han's statement. Even if he could wake up the guy on the bed, he wouldn't be able to find out anything. He was already in a state of hallucination. If he couldn't protect himself, what kind of sweet dreams could he have now...
Because even if he is unconscious, it is not difficult to see that this guy's withered face, the corners of his mouth are upturned, and he is full of smiles.
"Uh...then what's the possibility of regaining consciousness..." Song Rentou asked tentatively.
He also realized that it was useless to wake him up. After taking so many drugs, he would still be mentally disturbed when he woke up.
Zhang Han hesitated for a moment and said: "I can be 30 to 40 percent sure that he will regain his consciousness. But..."
When he said this, he deliberately prolonged his voice.
"But what?" Song Rentou asked anxiously.
"Normally, he can definitely live for more than an hour. If I wake him up and regain his consciousness, I estimate that he may not live for more than 5 minutes!" Zhang Han said seriously.
Damn it...
There is also such an operation...
Good guy, the entire emergency room, including the doctors, nurses, and several security guards, were all stunned. They seemed to be in disbelief.
Song Rentou, on the other hand, had no doubts about Zhang Han, because he had to believe it even if he didn't believe it. But there was a look of embarrassment on his face, and he said with some hesitation: "This..."
Zhang Han didn't answer and let him think about it by himself.
Although both the doctor and Zhang Han have determined that the person on the bed will definitely die, there is still a slight difference between dying in two hours and killing him directly like this.
The security guard who had previously reminded Song Rintou walked up to Song Rintou and whispered: "Boss, I think Dr. Zhang is a dead horse and a living doctor. We have tried our best to save him. If he can't be saved,
In fact, it has nothing to do with us. The hospital said that people can only live for two hours... Give it a try, maybe there is a chance... Anyway, the critical illness notice from the hospital has been issued..."
Regardless of whether the patient's family members are present or not, the hospital will issue a critical illness notice. Such a notice sent by public security needs to be comprehensive.
Song Rentou looked at Zhang Han and said, "Excuse me, Doctor Zhang."
Zhang Han smiled and said: "Then you guys give me a signature... In addition to your security, their hospital also has to sign a signature for me..."
It's not that Zhang Han is being pretentious, it's really one code, one code. This is a public security hospital. When patients come here to see a doctor, they sometimes have to sign, let alone treat a dying person here.
"Okay!" Song Rentou was willing to go all out to solve the case.
Having a chance is better than not having one.
He walked up to the doctor and said, "Doctor Liu, look..."
Doctor Liu, who was in charge of the scene, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll handle it for you here."
The public security hospital is a place that cooperates with the public security in handling cases, and the conditions proposed by Zhang Han are not unreasonable.
The first thing to do is to solve the case. Anyway, the person on the bed has received a critical illness notice. He has eaten so many contrabands and even died without a cure.
Doctor Liu went out for a while and quickly brought a fact sheet proving that the patient died of an overdose of contraband. The hospital signed and sealed it, and the public security side signed it with Song Rentou and handed it to Zhang Han.
