Chapter 1178: 1147 Master (23500 extra chapters ×4 seeking monthly tickets)

1147 Master (23500 extra chapters ×4 seeking monthly tickets)

It's definitely because of Zheng Lao Ban's influence that the Provincial Hospital uses Changfeng's supplies. And the liver and gallbladder department in the Imperial Capital is definitely for the same reason.

The day after arriving at Changfeng, Liu Xiao Jie quickly found the cause of the matter. But she still couldn't fully believe it, as these things were beyond her understanding of this world.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Ren tried to contact Su Yun in the car, but Su Yun was eating and drinking with Zhao Yunlong and others, merely giving Zheng Ren a perfunctory two sentences before ending it.

It seemed that without him, no need to work hard, everyone's life was going well, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

He originally wanted to return directly to Golden Palm, but worried about Director Miao, Zheng Ren gently pleaded with Xie Yiren and went straight to 912.

Meanwhile, Feng Xu Hui drove Professor Liu to find a hotel to stay in, and did not come along.

Arriving at the ICU, Zheng Ren quietly entered and saw Yu Zong dozing in a chair beside the bed. The numbers on the monitor told Zheng Ren that Director Miao's condition was still stable.

The red on the system panel had faded somewhat, indicating an improvement in the condition. No worst-case scenario had occurred—such as cerebral hemorrhage or DIC and other complications.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Zheng Ren glanced at Director Miao, who had a tracheal tube inserted, connected to countless instruments and lines, his life being carefully protected by mechanical means so that this faint flame of life would not be extinguished.

Director Miao looked thin; I couldn't tell if it was my subjective feeling or due to not eating for two or three days, relying only on high-nutrient intravenous feeding.

But that wasn't a problem; Zheng Ren gently touched Director Miao's pale face, then turned and walked to the doctor's computer to start looking up Director Miao's latest lab results.

Over two days, with hundreds of tests, Zheng Ren began reviewing them from the start.

It took nearly half an hour for Zheng Ren to read through the test sheet from beginning to end. Overall, the condition could be said to be recovering quickly, possibly due to the timely surgery, or possibly because 912 Hospital spared no expense in the rescue.

These past two days, there were eight hospital-wide consultations alone, with almost all members of the health team participating… Of course, Zheng Ren was excluded, and Su Yun seemed not to have participated.

Many experts from outside the hospital also came, and the treatment results were satisfactory, nearly representing the highest medical technology level in the country.

Zheng Ren silently closed the workstation, feeling somewhat relieved in his heart.

If there were no special circumstances, Director Miao should be considered alive, and Zheng Ren was certain of that.

What remained was for time to smooth over the physical and mental wounds. In this world, there is no better medicine than time.

Without communication, without speaking, Zheng Ren walked out of the ICU in silence all the way.

Let's leave it at that; at least for now the situation looks fairly satisfactory. Zheng Ren took a deep breath, feeling that he still had some negative energy in his body, waiting for it to dissipate before getting back in the car.

Zheng Ren did not want to pass this negative energy on to Xiao Yi Ren.

In his view, as long as he sat in that forward-leaning, rear-raised Volvo, it was like going home; all fatigue and negative emotions should not be brought into the car.

Because of Director Miao's matter, he had once lost composure. But Zheng Ren is now clear-headed; he left a message for Xiao Yi Ren and strolled through the hospital.

Although he had returned to Hai Cheng and performed many surgeries without proper rest, Zheng Ren now felt full of energy.

He himself, truly a life of toil, thought, and Zheng Ren smiled.

Without realizing it, he arrived at the outpatient clinic, where the first-floor lobby was filled with people lining up to register.

Many people couldn't afford the scalpers' tickets; this place was a path to new life for them. Many brought bedding, Zheng Ren knew, they might not be patients at all, possibly just lackeys of the scalpers who only handled registration. (Note 1)

Looking at these people registering, Zheng Ren thought of Wu Hui. Perhaps at the community hospital treatment would be delayed, but even a highly skilled doctor couldn't save everyone. As for the rights and wrongs among them, who could say for sure?

Looking, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed that the system panel had turned bright red.

Someone has a serious illness!

Zheng Ren walked toward the red background and, upon approaching, saw a tattered mat spread on the marble floor of the outpatient clinic, on which lay a woman about forty years old. Her face was flushed, likely from fever.

Her hair was a messy tangle, clearly unwashed for a long time, oily and dirty. A man's hand gently brushed her cheek; although it seemed rough toward himself, he held deep affection for her.

This time the system's diagnosis for this Big Pig Trotter was chaotic; at least, as Zheng Ren saw it, it was—post-appendectomy, chronic infectious peritonitis, abdominal effusion, multi-organ malformation.

Numerous diagnoses, none particularly special.

As for multi-organ malformation, the most commonly heard of is mirror-image persons—where the organs on the left are on the right and vice versa.

Zheng Ren had also heard of cases where the heart was located in the abdominal cavity.

At over forty years old, even with organ malformation it's nothing; if it were severe, the person would have died long ago and absolutely could not live to this age.

But where is the problem? Looking at the color on the system panel, if this person waited to get a number, they would likely become worse, with no chance for surgery.

"Which people are you? Are you lining up here to register?" Zheng Ren walked over, squatted down, and asked.

A bearded man with a bristly face glared at Zheng Ren with hostility and said, "No money to buy expensive registration tickets—get lost!"

Zheng Ren smiled and didn't mind; he guessed the man took him for a ticket scalper, hence the aggression.

But it was also awkward; wearing casual clothes, what should he say? If he claimed to be a doctor from 912, would others all rush over to see him?

Doing so already made him a bit uncomfortable; Zheng Ren gave a wry smile.

"I'm not a ticket scalper, I'm a fortune-teller," Zheng Ren blurted out.

The bearded man looked at Zheng Ren with suspicion.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you." Zheng Ren was still speaking off the cuff when someone nearby snapped, "There are plenty of masters around here—what sect or school are you from? Speak up so we can hear."

At a glance this person was clearly a night‑shift scalper killing time with a grin. Zheng Ren didn't mind, shifted closer, lowered his voice to the bearded man and said, "The patient underwent appendectomy surgery but hasn't improved, still running a fever; treatment at your local hospital was ineffective, which is why they came to the Imperial Capital."

The bearded man's eyes widened in shock as he looked at Zheng Ren, then a glimmer of hope flashed in his gaze, as if he had seen hope.

"Master…"

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Note 1: This was the situation many years ago; I haven't been to the Imperial Capital or large tertiary hospitals in a long time, and I've heard things have improved somewhat now. However, this paragraph was set in the outline, so it's written as such—please forgive any inaccuracies.