Chapter 1256: with translation of chapter title

The next day, Zheng Ren ate breakfast, watered the flowers, and walked the dog.

He rose early and was busy; there was far more to do than before. Yet Zheng Ren felt it was all proper; although he felt slightly unaccustomed, he felt very happy.

Arriving at the hospital, Xiao Yi Ren went to park and then directly went to the operating room to prepare for the second-stage TIPS surgery. Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue came to the entrance of the Intervention Department.

From afar, they saw a crowd gathered at the entrance; the crowd wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Everyone curiously looked on, only whispering after they left.

"Who is that person? I saw him sitting there last night."

"No, at first he was kneeling, then he got tired from kneeling and sat down."

"He sat all night; isn't he afraid of getting hemorrhoids?"

Zheng Ren's hearing is sharp; hearing the passersby's discussion, he felt somewhat helpless. That scoundrel hasn't left yet? Is he really waiting for me to go to work?

"Boss, you've got things to do first thing in the morning; you're really busy." Su Yun said with a smile, looking at Zheng Ren.

"Is that the swindler you talked about yesterday?" Chang Yue asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, that's the swindler." Su Yun said: "You'll see him in a moment; yesterday he was arrogant—if he weren't wearing a white coat, I'd really want to beat him up."

"Just hearing you say you want to hit someone, I've never seen you actually do it."

"Tch, getting into a fight would get you detained; you think I'm stupid? Going in and wasting a bit of time isn't a big deal, but not being able to drink for half a month—that's the real killer." Su Yun said leisurely.

Zheng Ren knew that Su Yun was strong in fighting. Whether it was the previous big black umbrella or his brawl with Zhao Yunlong in Nanchuan Town, it was the same. Zhao Yunlong, with his build, couldn't beat him—could this guy really have trained in martial arts?

He only thought about this himself, but never asked. Regarding matters unrelated to surgery, only Xie Yiren exists; everything else is background and unimportant.

Thinking that, he walked up to the crowd. Zheng Ren didn't even glance inside, just passed by normally, as if that person didn't exist.

"Zheng... Doctor!" the swindler's eyes were sharp; knowing it was time to go to work, he had been carefully looking for Zheng Ren's figure.

The moment he saw him, he immediately stood up and rushed out, wanting to grab Zheng Ren's hand.

"Smack!" Zheng Ren backhanded struck his radial styloid.

A wave of intense pain, the swindler was stunned.

He lashes out and hits people; what a short temper!

"I'm not wearing a white coat now; beating you would just be a civil dispute. Moreover, if I hit you, you'll surely suffer only superficial harm, not even qualifying as minor injury." Zheng Ren said coldly: "If it's nothing, just leave quickly; otherwise I'll call the police."

"Doctor Zheng, wait a moment, wait a moment." The swindler immediately said anxiously, "My surname is Na, Na Chengxiang, and I'm from the capital."

"That?" It sounds like a Manchurian surname; the chance of being from the capital is still relatively high. Zheng Ren thought, then turned and walked toward the Intervention Department.

Na Chengxiang didn't expect that Doctor Zheng wouldn't even listen to a word; the red butterfly on his wrist became even more conspicuous. His fingers went from pale to bright red in an instant.

Immediately, with a thud, he collapsed to the ground and fainted again.

"Wow, is this extortion that professional? He's breaking out in cold sweat and still trembling."

"Learn from this, watch how they extort! That's true professional spirit."

"No, I don't think this looks like extortion; white foam is coming out of his mouth—could he be dying?"

As Na Chengxiang collapsed, the surrounding onlookers' voices erupted.

"No, he seems to have passed out!"

"He's probably dying; better stay away—I didn't touch him."

"Good grief..." Zheng Ren felt utterly helpless inside.

"This is totally an extortion scam!"

Zheng Ren knew clearly that this scoundrel named Na Chengxiang is ill; whenever his emotions flare up, he shows symptoms of low blood sugar, even if he just ate, his condition will flare.

He's like a toad with skin disease—doesn't bite people, but is disgusting.

"Su Yun, send him to the emergency department." Zheng Ren said helplessly.

"Boss, you're not going to do that." Su Yun protested: "You don't want to see him, you think I do?"

"I still have surgery later; hurry and send him over, and after the operation I'll go to the ER to talk with him properly. It's always like this, can't be helped." Zheng Ren sighed, then strode toward the doctors' on-call room to change clothes.

Su Yun was helpless, damn it!

They called a gurney, pushed Na Chengxiang and ran to the emergency department. They had to run; Na Chengxiang was drenched in sweat, and if they delayed pushing high-sugar fluids, he might develop other complications.

Low blood sugar is no joke.

Zheng Ren entered the Intervention Department; Su Yun was attending there, and he didn't think anything would happen. Su Yun's level in emergency and critical care is high, so Zheng Ren felt reassured.

But after the surgery, he still had to go and talk with that scoundrel, which Zheng Ren was unwilling to do from the heart.

"What kind of things are these every day?" Zheng Ren remarked.

After changing clothes, he checked the time; there were still twenty minutes until shift change.

He quickly walked to the ICU, intending to glance at Director Miao and yesterday's postoperative patient.

Entering the ICU, Zheng Ren asked the on-duty doctor.

The postoperative patient's recovery was good; the ECG showed one abnormality, but with the pacemaker's effect, it immediately returned to normal rhythm.

It seems the judgment of Big Pig Trotter was still correct; Zheng Ren felt somewhat relieved.

After inquiring, the ICU on-duty doctor's judgment was that the patient need only be observed here for one more day before being transferred back to a regular ward in the cardiology department.

No further intervention needed; with such a condition, after a heart pacemaker is implanted, the patient's therapeutic effect is similar to being cured.

Zheng Ren let out a long breath; as long as there's no problem, that's fine—just unsure whether the genetic test that Doctor Mehari is doing over there can actually determine if the patient has a heart ion channel disease.

Afterward, Zheng Ren went to Director Miao's bedside and saw that Director Miao's eyes were covered with white gauze. A ventilator assisted breathing; a tracheostomy had been performed, and a little nurse was administering suction.

Just below the suction tube, a bit deeper, the airway was irritated, and Director Miao coughed somewhat painfully.

However, because of the tracheostomy, one couldn't hear the cough; only a rush of air burst from the tracheostomy opening—this is merely a normal physiological reflex of the human body.

It's miserable, but there's nothing to be done; Zheng Ren sighed.

"Boss Zheng, you've come." Yu Zong, looking a bit more worn, saw Zheng Ren arrive, stood up, and said.

"Hmm, how's the condition?"

"Not bad; there's some hypostatic pneumonia, and we're getting through it with medication." Yu Zong said: "The director is fine; yesterday he even wrote notes and chatted with me for a while."

Zheng Ren smiled.

"Just having so many tubes inserted is too painful; soon agitation appears, so we have to suppress it again."

In a drug-induced calm state, the patient's agitation lessens, which also aids recovery. When the ventilator is no longer needed to assist breathing, things will improve a bit, Zheng Ren thought.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you go about your business; if anything special happens on this side, I'll report to you." Yu Zong hadn't fully woken up, and subconsciously even used the term "report."

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My biological clock woke me up again at this time; first I'll update, catch bugs, then go back to sleep for a while. I won't open a single chapter to ask for monthly tickets; here I'll whisper a line, begging for monthly tickets~