Chapter 101: 0099 Master-Level Communication Ability

Ignoring the few girls in the WeChat group chatting about what to eat tonight, Zheng Ren began reading that book Hepatobiliary Pancreatic Surgery.

Still needing 100 skill points to reach master level, this thrilled Zheng Ren more than a lavish tasty dinner.

Soon, the WeChat group fell silent.

A few minutes later, Chu Yanran, Chu Yan zhi, and Xie Yiren had changed clothes and came to Jizhenbingfang to find Zheng Ren and Chang Yue.

"Chief Zheng, we've decided: tonight you treat us, we'll go out to eat, and we'll bring you takeout." Chu Yan zhi informed Zheng Ren.

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless, "Why is it me again?"

"Hey, clinical big doctor, are you being this stingy?" Chu Yan zhi laughed loudly, trembling, "You see his face, I said let him treat us to a meal, he could get a heart attack, and you still don't believe me."

"……"

"Just joking, we'll go out to eat and then bring you back." Chu Yanran pulled Chu Yan zhi aside and explained to Zheng Ren.

Oh, I see. Zheng Ren listened to Chu Yanran's explanation and then felt relieved.

As long as I don't have to spend money, anything to eat is fine.

"What big doctor, I'm just a miserable inpatient chief, okay." Explanation still needed.

"First go to ICU to find Su Yun; he said the patients are basically stable, go take a look, tell him we'll wait for him to eat together, we should be able to leave after changing clothes." Chu Yan zhi said.

This guy, when did he become so respectful to superiors?

Zheng Ren muttered to himself, but he had originally planned to check on post-op patients in an hour; doing it a bit earlier seems fine.

In white coats, Zheng Ren and the four lovely girls went to ICU together.

This combination was too special; each of the four girls had her own charm, chatting and laughing behind Zheng Ren, drawing frequent glances from passersby.

A corridor connects the Jizhen Da Lou to the Inpatient Department, so one need not go outside; otherwise pushing post-op patients back through ice and snow would be untenable.

The ICU is on the sixteenth floor of the Inpatient Department building; there are four elevators, and aside from the dedicated patient transport elevator, the three others serve specific floors.

After waiting a few minutes, the elevator to the fifteenth floor opened its doors; the group didn't hesitate and boarded it directly.

Although we weren't going to the sixteenth floor, climbing one floor wasn't a big deal. Waiting for the sixteenth-floor elevator, we didn't know how long it would take.

Ding-dong~~~ The chime signaling the elevator's arrival at the fifteenth floor sounded exactly like the system announcing a task, leaving Zheng Ren somewhat dazed.

After exiting the elevator, several people headed toward the fire escape.

Suddenly, Chang Yue, walking ahead, slowed her steps, tilted her head to one side, flicked her ponytail, and moved with sharp decisiveness.

Hmm? Zheng Ren suddenly had a premonition, a bad one.

Indeed, following Chang Yue's gaze, a black silhouette sat outside the fifteenth-floor windowsill; the chilly wind blew up the sparse black hair, swirling specks of snow, and it looked utterly lifeless.

Chang Yue said nothing to Zheng Ren and the other three, turned directly, and approached the person sitting on the windowsill as lightly as a cat.

Xie Yiren, dazed, was about to speak when Zheng Ren grabbed her, covered her mouth with his hand. Startled, she was about to struggle when she heard Zheng Ren whisper in her ear: "Don't make a sound."

She hesitated a moment, then did not move.

"This way." Zheng Ren whispered in a mosquito-like voice, then released his hand, made a gesture, turned the corner to this side of the fire escape, and hid in a dark corner.

Xie Yiren, Chu Yanran, and Chu Yan zhi followed behind, tiptoeing, afraid to make any sound that might stimulate the person sitting outside the windowsill.

This is a suicide attempt…… Zheng Ren felt a little panicked inside.

In the hospital, someone attempts suicide by jumping every year. Once, a patient diagnosed with a certain cancer came to the outpatient clinic in the afternoon and, without hesitation, jumped from the top floor. Meanwhile, the family members on the first floor recorded the whole thing, finally trying to extort the hospital for hundreds of thousands.

But at that time, the Director of Medical Affairs was extremely tough, literally fighting the patient's family in court for three years until they lost interest.

Of course, this is an exception. More often, upon learning they have cancer and losing the will to live, they jump straight to their death.

But…… although having cancer doesn't mean there's no chance to survive with the tumor, medical staff absolutely do not want to witness this scene before their eyes.

The corridor was empty, the lights bright, outside dark, wind and snow lonely.

Several people hid in the pitch-black corner, watching Chang Yue walk to five meters behind that person and lightly cough.

This is the most likely moment for trouble; if that person senses someone approaching, they might jump off at once, with unimaginable consequences.

But everything remained calm; the black silhouette made no drastic move.

Clearly, Chang Yue's action did not provoke hostility from that person; she continued to walk slowly closer, all the way to the windowsill edge.

Unexpectedly, Chang Yue remained silent the whole time, until she sat on the windowsill, hugging her knees, like a warm winter afternoon basking in gentle sunlight on the sill, spending a lazy, monotonous afternoon.

Zheng Ren truly admired himself as this junior doctor.

Is he going to chat with that person again?

Because the distance was seven or eight meters, we could only see Chang Yue's lips moving slightly, but couldn't hear what she was saying.

"What is Sister Yue doing?" Xie Yiren whispered.

"She's persuading that person not to jump." Zheng Ren lowered his voice to the extreme, fearing any disturbance would affect Chang Yue's ideological work, "Just watch, don't speak."

A few minutes later, Chang Yue suddenly turned her profile, made a smoking gesture, and then gave a hand signal.

Zheng Ren understood, took out that pack of Zi Yun from his white coat pocket, slipped a lighter into half a pack of cigarettes, placed it on the ground, and tossed it over.

Indeed, as a surgeon, his hand strength was just right; the cigarette box landed silently beside Chang Yue under the windowsill.

She reached out, picked up the Zi Yun, deftly shook out a cigarette, lit it, and sent it out the window.

The person took the cigarette, and Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems Chang Yue's communication with her went well; Zheng Ren especially admired Chang Yue, indeed not surprising given her talent for chatting with murderous intent, having lost reason, the cuckolded man, convincing them to abandon resistance and surrender straight to prison.

Damn, that's awesome!

In communicating with patients, Zheng Ren considers himself competent, but it depends on who he's compared to.

If compared with other doctors in the General Surgery Department, Zheng Ren is relatively outstanding. Well, just a comparison, absolutely no order-of-magnitude difference.

But if compared with Chang Yue, then the distance between him and Chang Yue is like that between birds and fish, not even in the same world.

Zheng Ren is the type who especially knows his limits; he doesn't think he can chat with a killer as buddies and persuade him to turn himself in.

Today, Chang Yue displayed all her abilities.

Night, cold wind, drifting snow, indoor lights, death wish.

All this gloomy, cold aura, under Chang Yue's influence, dissipated into nothing after just a few minutes. As she sat on the windowsill, her lazy, warm smile appeared, and Zheng Ren felt as if all the flowers had bloomed.

Originally, Chang Yue's appearance could only be described as somewhat above average, but now her complexion radiated, a gentle, jade-like delicate sheen appeared on her face, making anyone who saw her feel pleased.

Soon, a hearty laugh came, and Zheng Ren and the others all felt relieved in their hearts; it seemed nothing was wrong.

Occasionally, when a patient or family member passed by, they would look at Chang Yue, who was sitting on the windowsill chatting with that outside person, with strange eyes.

After a few more minutes, Chang Yue helped that woman down arm in arm, and the two were like longtime best friends.

Zheng Ren prostrated himself in admiration.

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My math really was taught by the PE Title: Teacher, thanks to the readers' reminders, I miscalculated the diameter of the Microguidewire earlier, Jiu Gong apology……already corrected, thanks everyone for the reminders. Stand at attention, don't lose face.