Chapter 1237: with translation of chapter title

Chicken feathers littered the ground.

At this moment, the onlooking crowd reluctantly made way, and Director Ye hurried over with his people.

Director Ye wasn't wearing a White Coat but a black suit with a dark blue tie, giving off a steady demeanor that made him look like a refined middle‑aged man.

He didn't shout aggressively; he simply walked in coldly, exchanged a glance with Zheng Ren, and first looked at Director Zhang's injury.

"Send him to the emergency and have them check his blood sugar first." Zheng Ren called to a junior doctor in the ICU and instructed.

The "master" lay on the ground, twitching continuously, his face deathly pale, sweat pattering down; his condition looked grave. But Zheng Ren really didn't want to bother with him, not even willing to send him to the emergency.

"What kind of person is this?! Cheating a little money is just cheating, but dragging people into wife‑leaving, children‑scattered, family destroyed—this is downright vicious."

But we can't just let someone die of low blood sugar in the Hospital; Zheng Ren felt helpless too.

The junior doctor in the ICU was left flustered by the sudden chain of events.

First, the patient's family caused a disturbance; this time they were especially violent, even striking people. Director Zhang was beaten, and everyone felt righteous indignation. But because they were wearing White Coats, few had Su Yun's courage to take off their coats and jump into the fight.

It wasn't that they didn't dare; after years of study, frequent night shifts had left them physically weak, almost as feeble as being unable to truss a chicken.

Charging forward only to get beaten again would be nonsense.

Yet when faced with the furious crowd, a single shout from Zheng Lao Ban made them collapse like pottery dogs—how does that make sense?

The junior doctor in the ICU stared blankly as sweat pattered down the man's face and body. His breathing was deep and labored, and a rattling sound in his throat had begun.

There was so much phlegm that even without a stethoscope, just listening with the ears could hear the gurgling sound coming from his throat.

Is he going to die? The junior doctor in the ICU didn't notice Zheng Ren speaking to him; he just stared blankly at the "master" lying on the ground.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." Su Yun, wearing a White Coat with his lapels open and buttons undone, lightly bumped the junior doctor in the ICU with his shoulder and said.

"Uh, what's up?"

"Boss says, take this person to the emergency and check his blood sugar first."

"Blood sugar?"

"Hey, how are you handling this critical case? What are you considering given these signs?" Su Yun, No Rush, began chatting with the junior doctor in the ICU.

"……" The junior doctor in the ICU blinked, wondering if this wasn't a monster subdued by Zheng Lao Ban's great divine powers. Though after the founding of the country, cultivating spirits isn't allowed; if there were any unclean things, they'd probably be from before the founding. He's old—could his magical power be strong?

His mind was filled with all sorts of nonsense, and he drifted off again, beyond help.

Could it be that a shout gave him low blood sugar? Is Zheng Lao Ban made of insulin?

Su Yun would love for this "master" to die right here; he had no interest in Zheng Ren's words, and like a senior brother, he gently instructed the junior doctor in the ICU.

"Pale face, drenched in sweat—what are you considering?" Su Yun asked.

"Hypovolemic shock, or else low blood sugar." The junior doctor in the ICU, being a trained professional, blurted out this most instinctive response despite still being a bit dazed.

These two are the most likely; other rare diseases haven't been considered yet.

"Yeah, it can't be hypovolemic shock—we haven't even touched him. So send him to the emergency and check his blood sugar first." Su Yun said.

"Oh, oh." The junior doctor in the ICU was about to fetch a gurney when Su Yun called him back.

"Take another look at his fingers: they started white, turned red, and now are white again—what symptom is this?" Su Yun had already regarded the "master" lying on the ground as a cadaver and began explaining the condition.

He was deliberately stalling, giving his junior brother a long, earnest lecture.

"Su Yun, cut it out—his blood sugar is pretty low; don't cause a fatality." Zheng Ren said quietly.

Su Yun clicked his tongue, really wanting to go up and kick him.

"You, hurry up and push the gurney, send him to the emergency. Remember, tell Zhou Litao to check his blood sugar first." Zheng Ren reminded again.

After this incident, Zheng Ren left a towering……strange impression in the junior doctor's mind. Is Zheng Lao Ban a master with heavenly‑reaching magical power?

Who can figure it out?

He went to fetch the gurney, then suddenly remembered something and turned to ask, "Yun Ge'er, did you just mention the Raynaud phenomenon?"

Su Yun gave a faint smile, a nice curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, but didn't answer.

The situation was urgent, so the junior doctor in the ICU didn't have time to say more; feeling a bit regretful, he thought that even in that chaotic mess, Yun Ge'er could still notice the change in finger color—this is no ordinary person!

Everyone says his critical‑care skills are high, and indeed they are.

The Raynaud phenomenon is a rare condition; I knew of it, but only after Su Yun pointed it out. If I were alone, I wouldn't have noticed it no matter what.

The junior doctor in the ICU pushed the gurney, lifted the "master" onto it, and headed straight to the emergency. The crowd watching the spectacle didn't disperse, just lowered their noise a bit.

Their gazes toward Zheng Ren held a hint of awe—they wanted to watch the excitement but didn't want to provoke this exalted person.

When the patient's family saw someone arrive, they bore a dignified mien, knowing it was a big shot, and felt a little uneasy. They focused on Zheng Ren and Director Ye; the master had been knocked out by a shout, and they didn't know what tactics the other side might use next.

Director Ye didn't engage with them either; the Hospital had cameras, so the assailant couldn't possibly escape.

"Send Director Zhang to neurosurgery for stitching." Seeing that Director Zhang was unharmed, Director Ye also relaxed a bit.

If Director Miao had just had an incident and then Director Zhang had another… just thinking about it made his anger flare up.

But his anger didn't show on his face; his visage grew a bit darker.

The junior staffer from the Medical Department hurriedly led Director Zhang out the door; just as they stepped outside, Director Ye suddenly asked from behind, "Director Zhang, what did you say to me on the phone fifteen minutes ago?"

Director Zhang blinked, covered his head with his hand, and turned to look at Director Ye.

"Fifteen minutes ago?" I had called the Medical Department for help on the phone and said a lot— which sentence does he want? What does he mean by asking me this?

However, Director Ye didn't seem to want to wait for Director Zhang's answer; he told the junior staffer, "Director Zhang doesn't remember—inform the neurosurgery doctor to note retrograde amnesia in the medical record."

"……" Zheng Ren was stunned.

It was just a head injury; although it looked bloody, there was really nothing serious. Even if taken to the Public Security Bureau, a forensic examination wouldn't turn up anything.

However, retrograde amnesia counts as a minor injury.

This is basically trying to nail the assailant—Director Ye… is really damn vicious.