Chapter 1142: 1113 Old Drama Veteran

Fortunately I didn't let Director Pan stay behind, Zheng Ren thought to himself. The old man is up in years; if he really gets anxious, his blood pressure will spike—what then?

But Zheng Ren continually overlooked one point—when he wasn't around, life went on just the same. Similar matters, Director Pan had settled them, and no problems were seen.

Worry brings chaos; everyone in the world is the same. In this world, whoever is missing, life goes on just the same—Zheng Lao Ban is no exception.

Zheng Ren looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law about to start fighting again, feeling sighing, 'Living like this is really hard.'

"Dong dong dong~~~" Zheng Ren knocked on the table, his voice low: "First, I notify you, we have now entered the monitoring area……"

Just as he was speaking, Director Pan suddenly pushed the door open and came in.

He glanced at Zheng Ren, then came to the table's side. Zheng Ren instinctively stood up, a questioning look on his face. Before, Director Pan had trusted him greatly and would never do this.

But he didn't ask anything, walked to the side, and gave up his seat for Director Pan.

As they brushed past, Director Pan said in a very low voice: 'Your connections are no longer in Hai Cheng; when it comes to monitoring, I'll still be the one handling it.'

Um…… Zheng Ren had forgotten that point.

Every plant and tree in Haicheng Shi Yiyuan is familiar to me, but I am no longer someone of this place……

Saying that, Zheng Ren felt a pang of regret.

Director Pan sat down, like a mountain—towering and majestic, as if casting a shadow onto the two people opposite.

"First, I notify you, we have entered the monitoring area; your every word and deed will leave audiovisual records, so mind your conduct." Director Pan said lightly, his finger habitually tapping the tabletop, as if it were his old copy of the Essential Guidelines.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stared at each other.

Ordinary people, when faced with surveillance or a violent authority, or even just a slightly larger crowd, will feel tense.

This is quite common; when this pair of patients' relatives face Zheng Ren, his youthful face cannot impose any sense of pressure on them, and they still argue and fight just as usual.

But when Director Pan sat down there, like a mountain, heavy and solemn, even their breathing became much gentler.

Director Pan glanced at them, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied—this was all normal. Then he began to explain the patient's condition and the follow-up treatment plan.

When explaining the condition, Director Pan's level falls short, especially regarding interventional treatment, which he has little exposure to. He certainly isn't as vivid as Zheng Ren, but at least he can deliver it accurately.

It seems Director Pan's understanding of intervention is still useful.

"Doctor……" the middle-aged woman had just begun to speak when the mother-in-law cut her off.

"Really no manners, call him Director!" the mother-in-law forced a smile that looked awful, "Director, don't scare us two, is my son's illness really that serious?"

"Can scaring you cure the illness?" Director Pan said with a stern face, "Keep your voices down; if you want to argue, go outside and argue. I tell you, every second delayed, the patient could suffer sudden death. I said this under surveillance—it has legal effect. How about this? You go out and argue first, wait till your anger fades, then see how your son……"

Saying this, Director Pan turned his angle, looked at the middle-aged woman, and said: 'Your husband—does his fate really allow him to live until you finish your argument?'

Upon hearing that…… Zheng Ren broke out in a sweat all over.

He could be certain that if he himself spoke like that, he'd be asking for a beating. But when Director Pan says it, it's damn fine.

It's not for any other reason—because Director Pan carries that killing aura and the demeanor of an 'old doctor' with white hair.

Doctors, the older they are, the more valuable and trustworthy they become—that's what ordinary people think. Because the longer they practice, the more cases they've seen, the richer their experience.

Moreover, the killing aura Director Pan has gained from battlefield experience makes even ghosts and gods step aside.

So what I cannot do, Director Pan can. Just by sitting there, he signifies almost unlimited authority.

"Big…… Director, can we do this here?" saying that, the woman finally realized the danger, and tears fell.

"Our hospital has a joint assistance program with 912; 912's medical standard—what do you have to distrust? Say something unpleasant: even if you die, it's just bad luck. This is our country's top‑level standard!" Director Pan spoke off the cuff; every sentence was true, yet also not true.

But regardless of whether it's right or wrong, each sentence gave the patients' relatives almost limitless hope.

Do you know how much it costs to get a specialist number for 912 in the capital? You can't even get one! Scalper tickets, 5000 each. Here, you don't need to register—just go straight to emergency surgery. You lot are fine, yet you can't forget your family squabbles, arguing and fighting all the way to the hospital.

Director Pan's face remained grim; the truth was like a hungry tiger descending the mountain to seek food, sending chills down people's spines.

"When the patient dies, you'll be happy, huh!" Director Pan continued to retort, making the mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law's faces turn deathly pale.

Zheng Ren sat there honestly listening, and this guy finally realized his own shortcomings.

Director Pan being able to have a 'notorious reputation' at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, with nobody daring to provoke him, isn't just because he's old and highly skilled. In any profession, high ability yet being trampled underfoot, never able to turn things around in a lifetime—there are plenty of such examples.

This pair, who left me helpless and made the patient depressed and world‑weary, were made by Director Pan to honestly submit, like lambs awaiting slaughter.

Zheng Ren was also thoroughly convinced.

In just a few words, Director Pan's speech seemed incoherent, even full of family‑trivial chatter, yet the effect was remarkably good. In less than three minutes, the two honestly signed the pre‑operative consent forms, then grabbed his white coat with snot and tears, begging him to surely save the patient.

Director Pan still had no pleasant expression, showing some impatience; in fact Zheng Ren knew this was all an act, and Director Pan was the star of the play.

Such a performance worthy of a drama queen truly opened Zheng Ren's eyes.

But he also had doubts; after the signatures were done and the patients' relatives left, when Zheng Ren and Director Pan returned to the ICU, Zheng Ren asked softly: 'Director, how come I never saw you before……'

"What? Feeling wronged?" Director Pan gave Zheng Ren a sideways glance, that stern pressure shifting onto Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren shook his head, said nothing. In his heart rose a strange emotion, drifting about.

"I'm old, I won't be able to work for many more years." Director Pan said lightly: 'Back when they dug you out and brought you here, the idea was that after I fully retired, even if you were an attending physician, you'd still have to be made director.'

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Note: This mother‑in‑law and daughter‑in‑law, back then I had no way at all. I knew in my heart that bringing in an old doctor with white hair would work, but unfortunately I lacked Director Pan to hold down the fort.