Chapter 1257: 1219 Heart Too Soft

He glanced at the time, Zheng Ren gently held Director Miao's hand, and said goodbye to Yu Zong.

Director Miao's finger showed a response, as if he wanted to hold Zheng Ren's hand. Zheng Ren wasn't quite sure about this; perhaps it was his own illusion. However, Director Miao's condition was improving day by day, and his heart felt a little happiness.

Returning to the Intervention Department, handing over shifts, making rounds, sending off patients—the whole process went smoothly, and Zheng Ren didn't have to worry.

With Chang Yue around, it's really reassuring; although she doesn't smile at him, what's the big deal?

Today's surgeries, as before, Zheng Ren did the first one as a demonstration for Liu Zewei. The following five surgeries were performed by Liu Zewei, with Zheng Ren pointing out and correcting his erroneous moves during the procedure.

After performing several surgeries, Liu Zewei benefited greatly.

He felt a bit regretful, because Director Zheng had adopted the double-stent procedure, which, while lowering the incidence of hepatic encephalopathy, also prolonged the hospital stay.

This resulted in only six surgeries per week—a truly low number. Liu Zewei really wished he could do ten or eight surgeries a day so he could quickly become proficient.

But this couldn't be rushed; reportedly, Director Zheng's German assistant had returned yesterday, and Liu Zewei instinctively sensed a crisis, fearing that the German assistant would steal his surgery opportunities.

While feeling conflicted about sending the patient down, Zheng Renze exchanged a few words with Xiao Yi Ren, then changed clothes and rushed straight to the Emergency Department.

Su Yun left a message, saying that Na Chengxiang had once again pushed for high sugar and was now recovered. He stayed in the Emergency Department, watching this scoundrel, feeling bored, and told Zheng Ren to finish his surgery and then hurry down.

As for this scoundrel, Zheng Ren found him particularly troublesome.

But there was no choice; he still had to go take a look. Give him a diagnosis, and let him go wherever he wants to see—it has nothing to do with me.

Upon arriving at the Emergency Department, the chaotic atmosphere made Zheng Ren's heart rate increase a few beats for no reason. However, he quickly got used to it, as if he had returned to Hai Cheng.

Zheng Ren smiled. No matter what benefits Cui Lao offered, he would definitely not go into the Emergency Department—this place was literally a death trap. Being able to leave the Emergency Department was truly a fortunate thing.

Passing by the resuscitation room, Zheng Ren saw it empty, with many emergency resuscitation supplies scattered haphazardly around, and a nurse was tidying up.

It looked like a resuscitation had just been carried out, and the 'battlefield' hadn't been cleaned up yet.

"Boss, why did you only come now?" Su Yun obviously dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's late arrival, blocked him and wanted to complain.

"Old Liu's first time doing a second-stage surgery teaching, the speed was a bit slow. That side just finished resuscitation? What patient?" Zheng Ren smoothly changed the subject, absolutely not giving Su Yun a chance to retort.

Speaking of emergency patients, Su Yun's eyes lit up instantly.

It's a pity there aren't any girls around; otherwise there would surely be a chorus of shrill screams.

"A baby, about forty days old, his belly swollen like a balloon." Su Yun said: "His heart stopped twice; his grandfather brought him here, saying they would spare no effort to resuscitate, and he was shouting anxiously in the hallway."

Having seen such things many times, Zheng Ren didn't think much of it. Rather than grieve over spring and autumn, it would be more practical to spend that time doing two more TIPS surgeries.

Drawing Su Yun's attention over, Zheng Ren no longer paid attention to the recent emergency resuscitation. However, Su Yun kept chattering, "Boss, that child probably has an intestinal problem; his belly is really swollen. The pediatric surgery level at 912 is decent; he should be able to undergo the procedure."

"Oh." Zheng Ren heard it with his left ear and let it out his right ear—it didn't sink in at all.

"Where is Na Chengxiang's room?"

"This way." Su Yun led Zheng Ren to the Emergency Observation Room, where they saw Na Chengxiang with vacant eyes, sitting on the bed, dazed as if thinking about something.

"Na Chengxiang." Zheng Ren said coldly.

He felt no fondness for Na Chengxiang at all; his tone was completely different from how he spoke to other patients, full of coldness. Stiff and hard, like an overnight steamed bun—throw it out and it could knock a dog flat. (Note 1)

"Doctor Zheng." Na Chengxiang's expression shifted, and he immediately stood up.

"Speak properly; if you kneel down, I'll turn and leave." Zheng Ren hated this most, so he made his stance clear first.

Na Chengxiang felt a bit embarrassed; from his words he could already tell Zheng Ren was displeased. But since it involved life and death, he could only lower his head and endure.

"Go on, what's the situation?" Su Yun stood to the side, his teasing tone reaching the height of frivolity.

"Doctor Zheng, I really have no choice; I just wanted to swindle some money. As an adult, you shouldn't hold a grudge against a petty person—please let me go." Na Chengxiang said softly.

"No choice? Then you've caused wives to be separated and families to scatter?" Su Yun said.

"I have an insulinoma; I can't afford the surgery fees—this isn't just about swindling a little money." Na Chengxiang's face looked especially bad, the red butterfly mark on his wrist becoming more prominent. "Doctor Zheng, I haven't stopped him from receiving treatment either... I'm also a pitiful person; please, Master, spare me once."

In his desperation, Na Chengxiang finally couldn't help but address Zheng Ren as Master.

"I'm not a master, don't call me that." Zheng Ren said sternly: "I'm a doctor from 912."

"You're not a master, then how..." Na Chengxiang wanted to explain, to talk about all those previous miraculous events. But Zheng Ren's stern tone made him swallow his words again.

"You don't have an insulinoma; you have autoimmune insulin receptor disease." Zheng Ren said coldly.

Su Yun sighed; the boss was still soft-hearted.

Although it looked stern, giving this diagnosis amounted to giving Na Chengxiang a lifeline.

Na Chengxiang froze, looking at Zheng Ren, his face deathly pale, with faint sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Stay calm; if you faint again, I'll leave." Zheng Ren genuinely found Na Chengxiang annoying—any emotional agitation would lower his blood sugar, which was especially troublesome. This little toad, really damn irritating.

"Zheng... Doctor, I don't have AIDS." Na Chengxiang whispered his defense.

Zheng Ren stared for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

"Not all immune diseases are AIDS; I'm talking about autoimmune insulin receptor disease." Zheng Ren said.

"Autoimmune... what insulin? What disease is that?" Na Chengxiang didn't understand, and feared bothering Zheng Ren with questions, so he could only glance at him sideways, read his expression, and whisper.

"This disease mainly presents as hypoglycemia symptoms, which can occur when fasting or as postprandial reactive hypoglycemia. Your main symptoms these past two days have been emotional agitation, leading to lowered blood sugar." Zheng Ren explained.

"But... how did you know that?" Na Chengxiang asked doubtfully.

This kind of thing, like foreknowledge—how could it be explained without being a master? Although there is a very professional explanation, Na Chengxiang still doesn't believe it.

In his view, Zheng Ren is a worldly cultivator master. After telling lies so often, even he himself believes them. He firmly believes in things like supernatural powers and divine tricks.

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Well, this chapter says not to talk about Director Zheng being a saintly father and mother yet—the story isn't finished, and this matter will continue intermittently for several days.

Note 1: Quoted from 《The First Great Chaos in History》 by Zhang Xiaohua. Smile~scatter flowers~