Chapter 1236: 1200 Zheng Lao Ban's Argument

"Huh?! Zheng Ren jumped to his feet."

'"ICU, MD!" Su Yun swore angrily; even over the phone his anger could be felt.'

'"What the hell do you do for a living!" Zheng Ren rarely swore, but he snapped, "Is Chang Yue okay?"'

'"It\'s fine." Su Yun said sullenly.'

'"I\'m coming right away." Zheng Ren then hung up.'

'"Old Liu, I\'ll go up and take a look; you stay and watch the place." Zheng Ren said, and he had already rushed out.'

'After stepping out, Zheng Ren actually calmed down. He didn\'t take the fire escape; he climbed up to the ICU. Although climbing ten or so floors was nothing to him—after all, he was a man who carried dozens of pounds of lead clothing for three days and nights of surgery, his physique was astonishingly strong.'

'Charging up like that would only provoke a fiercer conflict rather than solve the problem, Zheng Ren knew. Better to calm down and think about what happened. Chang Yue is fine, Su Yun is still here, and as for others, Zheng Ren can\'t attend to them right now.'

'Waiting for the elevator, there were many people.'

'The bustling world of people, noisy yet full of vitality. Zheng Ren gradually calmed down, recalling a series of events, and felt that the only one who might lay hands on Director Zhang was the patient\'s father.'

'Director Zhang tried to perform the surgery, but the patient\'s father disagreed—this is the most reasonable explanation.'

'Inside the elevator, packed with people, the air was thick with the smell of sweat. Although noisy, Zheng Ren gradually calmed down amidst the crowd.'

'Arriving at the ICU, Zheng Ren saw the hallway packed with people.'

'Security was maintaining order, and the onlookers packed the hallway so tightly not even water could leak through. Zheng Ren also felt helpless, not knowing where these passersby had come from. This is a deep-rooted habit; even in a hospital, it\'s the same. Wherever there\'s excitement, they arrive faster than the actual parties involved.'

'Relying on his strong physique, Zheng Ren shoved his way in.'

'He tried to avoid the elderly; Zheng Ren didn\'t want any more trouble. These days have already been enough to worry about.'

'Security was maintaining a fragile peace; Director Zhang sat in the chair of the explanation room, hand over his head, blood seeping through his fingers.'

'Zheng Ren\'s eyes narrowed, and a killing intent spread out.'

'Su Yun stood in front of Chang Yue, who grabbed his arm and desperately pulled him back, refusing to let him rush forward.'

'"Director Zhang, how are you?" Zheng Ren hurried over, asking in a low voice. The system panel showed no problem; the diagnosis was external head injury, likely a scalp laceration— as long as there\'s no intracranial bleeding, it\'s fine.'

'"It\'s fine, just a bump, a superficial injury." Director Zhang said.'

'"What happened?" Zheng Ren asked.'

'"A fortune-teller brought in from home said..." Su Yun glared angrily at the person opposite. Following her gaze, Zheng Ren saw a man in his thirties, somewhat thin, yet possessing an ethereal, Daoist aura.'

'On his wrist was a red spot like a butterfly, very beautiful, resembling a girl\'s tattoo. If not seen in such a setting, anyone would take a second look.'

'His fingers were somewhat pallid, lacking color. This whiteness gave the impression of a strong yin aura.'

'"It\'s him, saying that the family has offended some evil spirit, and neither of the two sons can be saved. If they insist on preserving the person, the whole family will suffer continual misfortune. In the end, the family will be destroyed and the person will die without a grave." Su Yun said coldly.'

'Zheng Ren looked at that "master," and the system panel showed a medium red, with a strange diagnosis noted—autoimmune insulin receptor disease.'

'This disease... he frantically searched his mind for related information.'

'"And then?" Zheng Ren asked while pondering the condition.'

'At this moment he had little inclination to treat the illness; even a clay figurine retains three parts of its earthy nature, and honest, simple folk like Zheng Ren were all provoked this time.'

'"Master"? That little doctor is the real master!" said the bearded bystander in the crowd, smugly.'

'"That\'s a doctor, not a master." Someone nearby objected.'

'"You don\'t know anything; I brought my wife to see a doctor, and they already knew all her previous ailments without me saying a word. Anyway, you believe or not, I believe." The bearded man, now a little fan of Zheng Ren, said in a muffled voice.'

'The man in his thirties, dressed in plain cloth with an otherworldly appearance, heard the bearded man\'s words, his face tightened slightly, then he clasped his hands and smiled, asking, "May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"'

'"Was it you who hit the person?" Zheng Ren asked sternly.'

'"No." The man smiled, his voice pleasant and his appearance quite decent, "It\'s all fate; to meddle recklessly will bring..."'

'"You dare speak of fate!" Zheng Ren roared like a thunderclap, buzzing, and the surrounding people jumped; many faces turned pale in an instant.'

'Zheng Ren stepped forward; although not a soldier, the aura of having seen through life and death, forged during earthquake relief efforts, burst forth like a mountain.'

'"Do you know you\'ll end up a corpse in the street? And you still have the nerve to speak of fate here?" Zheng Ren shouted.'

'"You..." the man staggered; Zheng Ren, in his white coat, stood like a mountain, his presence imposing. Originally expecting him to reason or come to blows, nothing of the sort happened—he actually declared he wanted to die!'

'The fortune-teller had a keen intuition; this wasn\'t a street quarrel, but a pronouncement of gold and jade, deciding life and death!'

'The man\'s fingers were pallid, slightly trembling as he raised them, pointing at Zheng Ren.'

'Suddenly his fingers turned from pallid to bright red, his whole body began to twitch and convulse, then he collapsed to the ground, spasming continuously.'

'"Look, look, what did I say?" The onlookers stared dumbfounded, and the bearded man gloated, "Zheng Lao Ban is the true master—whatever he says hits the mark! That fellow must have been possessed by some evil spirit; daring to provoke the master, isn\'t that just asking for death? He shouted it out, and now it\'s happened!"'

'"Uh..." The bystanders, who just moments ago could exchange a couple of words, now couldn\'t utter a syllable, staring blankly.'

'Su Yun also stood stunned behind Zheng Ren, his white coat half undone, looking ready to tear it off and charge forward to fight at any moment. Although the opposition numbered many, Su Yun wasn\'t afraid.'

'Is this like Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Situ to death?'

'The boss said just those two lines, and he collapsed? Maybe he\'s trying to extort.'

'Chang Yue also stared wide-eyed, his eyelids behind the glasses constantly twitching, looking bewildered.'

'The patient\'s father suddenly panicked.'

'He had firmly believed in that "master\'s" words, yet how could a single rebuke from this young doctor cause him to collapse?'

'The voice was a bit loud, but not that much.'

'He also heard the discussion among the crowd centered on the bearded man, and his heart pounded with anxiety.'

'He feared that the master he had hired was a fraud, that some unclean thing had possessed him, and now that someone had broken his spiritual form—this was...'

'Had he unknowingly offended some heavenly master?'

'In just an instant, sweat poured down; he trembled as he tried to step forward to speak, but misstepped and dropped to one knee before Zheng Ren.'