Chapter 1246: 1209 Million-Level Examination

"Get up and speak." Zheng Ren said coldly, without a trace of feeling.

That person, upon hearing Zheng Ren's words, knocked his head three more times, with a thudding sound, then stood up.

His hand still trembled slightly, his complexion pallid, looking somewhat strange. The red butterfly-shaped mark on his wrist stood out starkly against his pale skin.

"Director Ye, how are the patient's family's emotions?" Zheng Ren asked.

Director Ye froze for a moment.

Su Yun, helpless, whispered: "Director Ye, he's face-blind, he doesn't remember people."

On Director Ye's icy-cold face, a hint of genuine smile finally appeared. But the smile vanished in a blink; he nodded and said, "The patient's family now acknowledges you."

"Boss, that one is the patient's father." Su Yun introduced from the side.

With Su Yun's explanation, Zheng Ren finally found a vague impression. However, whether this impression truly existed or was merely his own imagination after Su Yun's introduction is hard to say.

"Doctor, I was wrong, please save my son." The patient's father said, wiping his tears.

Zheng Ren had long been immune to things like tears; his impression of this old man was equally bad.

Even though a tiger's poison does not eat its own cubs, he actually believed the words of a wandering blind drifter and abandoned treatment for his son.

Is it ignorance? Zheng Ren didn't know, nor did he want to think about it that much.

For Zheng Ren, being able to cure disease and save lives is enough. At the very least, being able to temporarily keep a family of three safe, united and whole, with a clear conscience, is sufficient.

Seeing Zheng Ren silent, the patient's father felt somewhat guilty and timid.

If faced with an ordinary doctor, he would likely feel ashamed inside, and at this point shame could turn to anger, not knowing what consequences might follow.

But he was facing Zheng Ren, kneeling before someone he once thought was a worldly-wise "expert"; how could he dare have any other thoughts?

The patient's father lowered his head embarrassedly, also not knowing what to say.

The surrounding crowd chattered noisily, discussing; such a scene was enough to ignite the gossip fire in many people's hearts.

"Who is that little doctor? Why does seeing him make one kneel down?"

"I heard that this family is possessed by some unclean thing, and that little doctor shattered it with a single shout."

"Don't spout nonsense; now we live in a scientific society—where have your worldview and values gone?"

"In fact, there was a big fuss at the ICU entrance this afternoon."

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. That little doctor let out a roar, and the kneeling person jerked spasmodically. I seemed to see a black shadow drifting off his body, and then my eyes hurt for a long time."

Zheng Ren automatically tuned out the surrounding crowd's chatter, looking at the person before him without uttering a word.

"Sir, save me." The person said weakly.

"What nonsense!" Zheng Ren rarely expressed his attitude so clearly, but seeing this person, he felt a deep-seated disgust from the bottom of his heart.

Upon hearing Zheng Ren say that, the person's hand grew even paler, trembling incessantly.

"I also have my difficulties, please..."

"No matter what reason, it's not an excuse for harming people—get out of the way." Zheng Ren said without courtesy, in a low voice.

The person raised his head, glanced at Zheng Ren, dared not defy, and embarrassedly slipped to the side.

"Director Ye, have we finished talking with the patient's family on this side?" Zheng Ren asked.

"You've given me a big trouble." Director Ye said: "We've finished talking; the patient's family was especially cooperative, treating you as a master."

"Don't laugh at me; there's no other way." Zheng Ren smiled, looking at the patient's family and said, "The immediate relatives in the family, come with me."

The patient's father and his beloved followed Zheng Ren to the front of the fire escape door; in the whole hall, only this side remained a relatively pure place.

"The patient's diagnosis isn't very clear; you know that, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

The patient's father and his beloved nodded repeatedly.

"The surgery carries risks; Director Zhang has also explained that, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's been said, it's been said." The patient's father hurriedly said: "I also understand; I still have to trust you, no matter what, it's fate. If it can be cured, it's his good fate; if not, it's fate that has come to this point, and has nothing to do with 912, nor with you."

Zheng Ren curiously looked at this old man before him; compared to seeing him in the morning, it was as if they were two different people. His demand for treatment, his proactive attitude, made Zheng Ren wonder if Su Yun had mistaken the person.

Really strange—could it be that he truly believes he's some kind of worthless "master"?

Having lived to such an age and yet not been swindled out of all his wealth—his luck seems not bad either.

"Because we considered that the patient had another cardiac arrest this afternoon, we need emergency surgery. As for confirming the diagnosis, there is a particularly expensive test; we plan to draw a blood sample and send it for testing." Zheng Ren said.

"It's fine, it's fine; the test should be done if it needs to be done. Money isn't a problem." The patient's father said, patting his chest.

"The test is too expensive; I'll contact the hospital to get a waiver." Zheng Ren directly sent Mei Ha'er's favor to the hospital.

"It's fine, doctor, really fine." The patient's father said: "We also have a little money at home; doing a test, how expensive could it possibly get?"

"Oh, is that so." Zheng Ren disliked the patient's father very much, and didn't mind playing a trick on him.

"Yes, yes." The patient's father gave an apologetic smile, being careful.

"Over 2,500 gene tests, roughly..." Saying this, Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun.

"Around 1.5 million." Su Yun smiled and said: "Not expensive at all—just a living room in one apartment on the Third Ring Road in Di Du."

The patient's father and Director Ye's faces changed instantly.

No one expected a single test to be this costly—millions? What a joke.

Director Ye frowned, saying nothing. He knew the hospital wasn't short of this money, but approval for such an amount was beyond Vice President Yuan's authority.

This brat Zheng Ren really has a big mouth—can he just spout nonsense like that?

"Alright, I'll apply to the hospital; while treating, we also need a clear diagnosis." Zheng Ren said, "If it's fine, I'll go straight to surgery."

"Let's go together." Director Ye, having something on his mind, followed Zheng Ren upstairs.

"Thank you, thank you." The patient's father repeatedly bowed.

The three went up together; Director Ye, seeing they had walked far, lowered his voice and asked: "Is the matter of the test a joke?"

"No, Director Ye, look at what you're saying—how could this be a joke?" Su Yun interjected: "However, it's not our hospital paying; Doctor Mei Ha'er is very interested, saying he'll send blood from his side, and the results will be out soon."

Hearing Su Yun say that, Director Ye's heart steadied.

Really... sigh. A million‑level examination—Director Ye, who has been in clinical work for so many years, never imagined there could be something this expensive.

PETCT, among single‑item tests, is the most expensive—yet it still costs less than ten thousand yuan.

Zheng Lao Ban really spends big—just opening his mouth means a million‑level examination.

This person—well, they really are different.