Chapter 1272: line with translation of chapter title

Liu Zewei moved the microphone away from his ear, touched his bald head, and gave a helpless smile.

He did not question Zheng Ren's decision; since Zheng Lao Ban had said it, no matter how difficult, it must be done—there is no room for negotiation.

It's just that this patient's family member is hard to deal with just by hearing their voice.

After the echo faded, Liu Zewei immediately got in touch with him; over the phone came the patient's family member's voice, vaguely swearing and habitually using foul language.

"Boss, you want to take on another Challenge?" Su Yun said with a smirk.

"A few days' time, get it done quickly." Zheng Ren said, "Our department is now a key protected unit; we won't stir up any major storms."

"If Director Ye heard this, I bet he'd pull out his little black notebook and put you down." Su Yun said, "From now on, the Medical Department's entrance will read 'Zheng Ren and dogs not allowed.'"

Zheng Ren spread his hands, sat in his usual spot, picked up a book casually, and began reading.

After Liu Zewei finished speaking with the patient's family, he waited for them to come over to complete the admission procedures.

Actually, we should have admitted six patients together and treated them together for maximum efficiency, but Zheng Ren was somewhat tired of that fortune-teller, wanted to find something to do, so he admitted him as well.

Being a doctor is just like that; Zheng Ren handed over the final authority to choose life or death to Na Chengxiang himself.

He didn't overemphasize it; as for whether it would be life or death, it was up to Na Chengxiang himself.

Shen Boshi told Su Yun about the installation of new equipment in the Operating Room, somewhat excited. A suite of top-tier live-streaming equipment, even the general manager of Philips China Region came over, bringing a dozen engineers, showing unparalleled importance.

Although such things are rare even in 912.

It seems the status of international top-tier medical scholars is still quite high. Su Yun showed contempt for Shen Boshi's words, retorted a few sentences of alarmist talk, and then settled with Zhou Chun Yong to go tomorrow morning for anatomical teaching and demonstration surgery.

The spark must be disseminated, which is a very lengthy process. Zhou Chun Yong's intentional or unintentional actions shortened this process.

This point, whether Zheng Ren or Su Yun, both understand. It's a human favor that needs to be repaid.

Director Kong doesn't have this convenience, because 912 prohibits doctors from running Flying Knife, unlike hospitals like Di Du Liver and Gallbladder.

Of course, prohibition is prohibition, but violations are also quite common. However, Director Kong is older and also lazy to go out; if someone comes looking, at worst he can leave a hospital bed in Di Du.

Therefore, Director Kong doesn't communicate much with the heads of local hospitals, and can't compare to Zhou Chun Yong.

After an hour and a half, a muffled, hollow voice came from the hallway.

"Attendant, where is Doctor Liu?"

Upon hearing that, Zheng Ren immediately came out of the System Operating Room.

Without saying anything else, just this sentence alone is enough to make Zheng Ren regret it.

Entering the Hospital, the nurse called the attendant, and did so righteously; such people are not uncommon but also not many.

One sentence is enough to explain many problems.

Shen Boshi's physiognomy skills are not bad, huh; Zheng Ren muttered to himself teasingly.

Liu Zewei immediately stood up, went out and called the patient's family in. He feared the nurse's side would be busy, and snapping at the family a couple of sentences might lead to unforeseen consequences.

The patient's family speaks so arrogantly that anything could happen.

Zheng Ren sat in the sunny chair, looking at the doorway. Soon, two sturdy men like bears came in carrying big and small bundles.

They should be twins, almost identical. One carried fewer items, pushing a wheelchair; the other carried more items and followed Liu Zewei.

The bundles were very old and dirty.

The two men had stubbly beards, unclear how long it had been since they last shaved.

Outside, the elderly woman in the wheelchair had completely white hair, some of it fallen; her brows and eyes were kind, but the corners of her mouth and eyes were slightly askew—clearly sequelae of a cerebral infarction.

"You're Doctor Liu, weren't you the one who just called us to come for hospitalization?" the man carrying more items said upon entering.

Perhaps he was born with a loud voice, or perhaps he's used to speaking this way; his voice echoed throughout the office, buzzing.

"Keep it down." Zheng Ren said, "This is a hospital; don't disturb other patients."

"Other patients?" The stubble-bearded man looked around, asked strangely: "Are you the one who's sick?"

"……" Zheng Ren wasn't angry; instead, he wanted to laugh.

This damn fool is an idiot.

"How are you speaking? Do you still want to be hospitalized?" Liu Zewei said in a low voice: "This person is the leader of our Medical Team; if you were queuing, your mother should have waited outside another two or three months. It's Zheng Lao Ban's kindness, seeing your mother's condition is relatively serious, wanting to admit her early for surgery."

"Isn't it natural to be hospitalized when sick?" the man asked doubtfully.

"There are plenty of people outside; why should your mother be admitted first?" Liu Zewei grew increasingly angry.

"Oh, oh." The stubble-bearded man seemed to have understood this time, his voice dropping slightly.

"Old Liu, handle the admission procedures; after you're up, I'll do a physical check." Zheng Ren said.

When he just saw the wheelchair, he had already seen the Xitong Diagnosis; the System Panel's color was very red, redder than that of other patients needing surgery.

This corroborated his idea; admitting this patient promptly was correct, and if those two stubble-bearded men could understand a thing or two, it would be even better.

Liu Zewei immediately handled the admission procedures for the patient's family, asked about the ward, and directly took another person and the elderly woman to the ward.

There were still others in the ward who hadn't left; for medical purposes, having preceding patients recount their treatment experiences—especially those who succeeded in surgery and felt grateful—has an effect many times greater than doctors speaking themselves.

Such word-of-mouth among patients is extremely important in county-level hospitals; in a top-tier hospital like 912, it has an effect, but limited.

Liu Zewei hopes these two good-for-nothings can get more positive information; above all, don't cause any trouble.

After arranging that, Zheng Ren went to conduct a physical examination, assessing the elderly woman's condition.

The elderly woman was actually easy to communicate with, kind-eyed and benevolent. Although her speech was not fluent, she continually expressed her gratitude and asked Zheng Ren and others not to be angry; her two sons are just like that.

There should be no major problem; Zheng Ren made his judgment. Whether it's the patient's illness or those two men.

This foolish pattern is always much better than stabbing someone in the back in a gloomy manner.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work; Zheng Ren saw Liu Zewei focused on writing the medical record, didn't disturb him, sent a message to Xiao Yi Ren, and then went downstairs together with Chang Yue and Su Yun, preparing to go home.