Chapter 116: 0114 A Kind Mother

It took twelve minutes, and finally he returned from the third-floor operating room to the second-floor emergency ward.

After moving the patient onto the bed, Zheng Ren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sky had already darkened; an appendectomy that he didn't perform himself actually took two or three hours, leaving Zheng Ren with an indescribable feeling of gloom.

Chang Yue was finishing the first medical record, the inpatient chief's ward round notes, the postoperative records, and other paperwork.

"Be careful with the patient's family." This was Zheng Ren's kindly warning to Chang Yue.

Whether Chang Yue would appreciate it, Zheng Ren didn't know.

After stepping down, Su Yun went to the CT room, eager to finish the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction as soon as possible.

Before getting off work, Director Pan began leading Zheng Ren, Chang Yue, Yang Lei, and others on rounds.

In other wards, patients' families greeted them with smiles, constantly praising the high surgical skill and quick recovery. But in the ward of the acute appendectomy patient who had undergone surgery that morning, what greeted everyone was the young man lying beside the middle-aged female patient still under postoperative anesthesia, taking up most of the bed—a rare sight.

Director Pan's face sank, and he said, "You, get up."

After all, he was a man who had survived a hundred battles; Director Pan's stern look released a killing intent that made Zheng Ren's heart shudder.

The middle-aged female patient's son was sleeping soundly; when he was roused, his morning anger was about to flare, but then he saw Director Pan's square face.

Frightened, he dared not say a word, hiding beside the middle-aged female patient like a quail.

"Doctor, the child is just tired; he didn't sleep well last night." The middle-aged female patient endured the pain, shifted her body slightly, and tried to shield the young man with her own body.

She hadn't expected that a movement would send a sharp pain from the incision.

Director Pan couldn't lash out, snorted coldly, and began asking about the middle-aged female patient's condition changes.

Chang Yue stood behind, pen and paper in hand, recording the key points of Director Pan's Q&A with the patient.

"No vigorous exercise within a day; after passing gas you can have liquid food." Director Pan left those words behind, hands behind his back, and exited the ward.

Director Pan was obviously angry, his complexion somewhat unsightly.

But like Zheng Ren, it was a patient's family member, not his own child, nor his subordinate doctor; he could only swallow his anger.

The ward patients' conditions were stable; Director Pan still trusted Zheng Ren and Chang Yue's abilities, sat a while, then returned to the emergency department office.

An hour later, Su Yun rushed back from the CT room, holding the freshly produced 64-slice three-dimensional reconstruction images.

She positioned them on the viewbox and photographed them with her phone.

After reviewing them several times and finding no issues, Zheng Ren sent the image data via WeChat to Chang Yue, asking her to communicate with Manager Feng of Longwind Micro-creation.

Chang Yue wasn't there; presumably she was chatting with the patients.

Zheng Ren went to call Chang Yue back and began handling Sister Yun's surgery matters.

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It was another quiet night; as the weather gradually grew colder, roadside stalls dwindled, and drunken brawls became fewer. Even when fights occurred, the more clothes people wore, the lighter their injuries.

When there were no emergency surgeries, Zheng Ren slept very well, which he cherished.

In the early morning, Zheng Ren was awakened by a clamor of shouting and chaos coming from the ward.

A chill ran down Zheng Ren's spine, and he sprang forward in a quick step.

Following the sound, Zheng Ren located the noisy ward.

Just as he was about to enter, the angry young man burst out of the room, and the two nearly collided.

Zheng Ren frowned, wondering what mischief the kid was up to again.

He stepped aside, ignored the furious youth, and hurried into the ward.

The postoperative middle-aged female patient covered her head with a blanket, which kept trembling; she appeared to be crying.

The other patients and their families in the ward all wore helpless expressions.

Zheng Ren asked, "What's wrong?"

Two postoperative patients in the same ward, recovering well, had sneaked home that evening and thus knew nothing of what had happened the night before.

Thus they, too, were immersed in shock, murmuring, not knowing what to say.

Only one family member, face flushed with anger, said: "Her son told her to cook; I said she couldn't get up and told him to go buy something. Then her son got angry and slapped her."

……

He's truly a beast.

Zheng Ren sighed, a sense of powerlessness filling his whole body. He wanted to offer a few words of comfort, but his mind was full of the saying that the pitiable inevitably have hateful traits.

After hesitating a few seconds, Zheng Ren still decided to leave this thorny problem to Chang Yue to resolve; perhaps the formidable inpatient doctor under him might have a solution.

Zheng Ren returned to the office, briefed the newly arrived Chang Yue on the ward situation, then took over the task of informing Manager Feng about the circumstances.

Manager Feng was cooperative, saying he had already sent the images to the Modu professor; they would have a conclusion after the professor finished his morning outpatient clinic.

As soon as possible, Zheng Ren, feeling curious, wanted to assist the Modu professor to see the gap between master-level interventional surgery and the nation's highest standard.

He estimated the difference was an order of magnitude; the gap between grandmaster and master levels, Zheng—had a sense of it in his heart—Ren had a sense of it in his heart.

Although that was the case, he was still very curious.

After finishing the business, a while later Chang Yue returned to the office with a strange expression.

This was the first time Zheng Ren had seen Chang Yue wear such an expression, so he curiously asked, "What's wrong?"

"A kind mother brings forth a worthless son; that's exactly what's happening."

Zheng Ren roughly understood the situation.

"I called his son; he refused every call, and in the end I just blacklisted him."

Even with Chang Yue's negotiation expertise, she was powerless in this situation.

Perhaps Chang Yue could console the middle-aged female patient's heart, but it's obvious she doesn't want to expend that effort.

A young man in his twenties actually behaves like livestock—what more is there to say?

Zheng Ren couldn't help but sigh again, sat down, and began to read.

After Chang Yue's brief low mood, she regained her high spirits, began wandering ward by ward, and got along well with patients and their families.

During lunch break, the ward became quiet.

Because the patients all lived near City First Hospital, after finishing their medication in the morning, they all sneaked home.

Although medical insurance repeatedly forbids patients from leaving the hospital, no one gives doctors the authority to forcibly keep patients in the hospital.

If one really did that, it would be considered illegal detention; if they encountered a troublesome family member, there would likely be serious trouble.

In the hospital, three people per ward; better conditions are two per room, best is a single room. But single rooms are limited. Thinking about three patients in a small room of ten-odd square meters, with an equal or greater number of family members, the air quality is so poor it makes one's hair stand on end; doctors just turn a blind eye, as long as they sign the forms, any ensuing consequences are their own responsibility, and that's it.

Only two or three patients remained in the ward who, about a day after surgery, were still unable to get out of bed.

These few people all had surgery; patients who underwent laparoscopic cholecystectomy could run home on the first postoperative day.

The ward was quiet; Zheng Ren also felt more accustomed; compared to the previous few days when the general surgery ward was as chaotic as a bustling inn, it was much better, right?

Just after noon twelve, Zheng Ren's phone rang; picking it up, he saw it was a WeChat message from Feng Manager of Longwind Micro-creation.