Chapter 128: 0125 Let Me Handle This

"Cannot?" Wei Feng sneered.

"Wei reporter, hospitals nowadays are too dark, they charge tens of thousands at the drop of a hat, we ordinary folks really can't take it." The tattooed man with yellow teeth dressed as a farmer, but the half-exposed tattoo looked utterly out of place no matter how you looked at it.

"Come on, find a place, I'll jot down what you have to say." Wei Feng smiled slightly and said: "After all, reporting should be objective and fair; we can't believe just one side."

Zheng Ren coldly watched Wei Feng, watching him distort black and white.

As a doctor, Zheng Ren excels at healing and saving lives, not at mere verbal sparring.

Seeing Wei Feng turn and leave, putting away his notebook, Zheng Ren felt as if an endless dark night were rising from the ground, shrouding his future.

The incident of submitting tea as urine for testing happened many years ago; most people don't know how it came about. But ever since, the atmosphere has deteriorated, spiraling out of control.

A few years ago, the incident of suturing a pregnant woman's anus was also reported by a major media outlet, causing an extremely bad impact. Later it was confirmed to be fake news, but the reporters never apologized; ultimately, the ones who bore the consequences were still the medical staff who heal and save lives.

Nowadays, emergency and pediatrics departments nationwide are short-staffed; many large hospitals don't offer pediatric services at night.

Those who invert right and wrong never think that this is the karma they've created; maybe they do, but who cares?

Just like today's incident, once public opinion labels it as doctors neglecting duty—performing unnecessary surgeries on patients who don't need them and charging arbitrarily…

Zheng Ren really wanted to grab them by the collar and make them see the pools of dark red or bright red blood on the gurneys in the resuscitation room and on the operating tables in the operating room.

No surgery needed?

A delay of ten or twenty minutes, and the bleeding mother will surely die.

But who would care what the truth is?

The families want medical fees waived, and they want high compensation from the hospital.

Reporters want fame, they want a fast track to success.

As for those who willingly endure X-ray exposure to treat and save lives, using their own lives to rescue another life, in their eyes they are merely an insignificant speck of dust.

Watching Wei Feng leave, Zheng Ren's pupils contracted, and the whole world turned black and white.

Wei Feng had already clearly expressed his opinion to his face.

These days, reporting on doctors healing and saving lives isn't news; reporting on doctors performing reckless surgeries and charging arbitrarily—that's big news.

He could easily guess how they would choose.

The elevator dinged, and at the same time, several burly figures appeared in the fire escape.

Hmm? Zheng Ren felt they looked somewhat familiar; the leader… seemed like someone he knew…

It was Xiao Liu, the Xiao Liu he had once skewered meat with.

Behind the crowd was Su Yun's listless figure.

"What do you want?" Blocked by a group of burly men, Wei Feng also grew nervous, no longer the arrogant arrogance he had just displayed.

"Your family's road?" Xiao Liu glanced at him contemptuously and said.

"……" Those domineering words, combined with Xiao Liu and the dozen or so men behind him all in black suits, formed an absolutely overwhelming aura, leaving Wei Feng speechless.

A dozen or so people who looked out of place among the patients' families showed fear on their faces when Xiao Liu arrived, desperately squeezing backward as if they would slip through any gap.

Wei Feng soon left, leaving behind only a hateful stare.

"Brother Zheng, are you alright?" Xiao Liu walked up to Zheng Ren and asked with concern.

"Nothing now." Zheng Ren gave a bitter smile.

Xiao Liu understood the situation and didn't want to make a scene; he called the leader, the yellow-toothed tattooed man, into the fire escape to clarify the circumstances.

Soon, that gang of professional medical troublemakers vanished without a trace, leaving only a pile of profit‑greedy patients' relatives.

"Brother Zheng, this isn't easy to handle." Xiao Liu said with some difficulty.

"Let's talk in my office." Zheng Ren, seeing the patients' relatives causing a fuss, thought it better not to say more and wanted to change the venue.

Xiao Liu arranged for someone to stay in obstetrics to prevent the relatives from causing trouble and hurting medical staff, then followed Zheng Ren to the doctors' office in the emergency ward.

Su Yun seemed not fully awake, head lowered, toes barely touching the ground as she floated behind.

"Brother Zheng, to be frank, this is troublesome." Upon reaching the office, Xiao Liu closed the door and said.

"Tell me, how big is the trouble?" Zheng Ren also knew there would be trouble; he wanted to hear Xiao Liu's assessment.

"If it were just that gang of medical troublemakers, there would be no problem." Xiao Liu said: "But I didn't expect they had connections with the press, and reporters showed up."

"Sigh." Zheng Ren sighed.

"A few years ago, we wouldn't have had to bother with them—just turn a blind eye and slip them a red envelope, and it would be settled. But not now…" Xiao Liu's expression was extremely troubled.

Zheng Ren recalled the day he was invited to dinner by Ying Bu Li, when Xiao Liu had him look at that big banner urging a crackdown on black-market practices.

It was boring, Zheng Ren also knew. But this matter, even reporting it to the police would be useless.

Seeing Zheng Ren's face as still as water, his spirits low, Xiao Liu immediately said: "I'll go tomorrow to look around, see if I can find an acquaintance at the press office to say a word."

Zheng Ren thought it over, then suddenly laughed.

Xiao Liu stared for a moment, wondering, "Doctor Zheng, what's wrong with you? Could the pressure be too great, making your mind a little abnormal?"

"I used to dislike socializing, having to talk boring nonsense with a bunch of dull people and pretend to be lifelong friends, slinging arms around shoulders." Zheng Ren smiled, "This time I'll take care of it."

Xiao Liu lowered his head; just now he had started this, and indeed he had intentionally guided Zheng Ren toward this.

Resolving this matter is also quite simple: either find Miss Bu or go see Third Master. Their social standing is high enough; whether or not we're in the right, we can still gain some advantage.

"Wait till dawn, I'll make a call then." Zheng Ren stretched.

Winter, it was already past five, and the outside sky was as black as a pot bottom.

Pitch black,

no light to be seen.

Xiao Liu took his leave, repeatedly urging Zheng Ren to find him if anything came up, and not to stand on ceremony.

Seeing him off, Zheng Ren returned to the duty room, placed his hands behind his head, lay on the bed in the duty room, gazed at the outside darkness, and waited for daybreak.

As things stand now, this is all we can do.

Fortunately it's just a local small newspaper, not some big weekend paper of a certain department; there's still room for maneuver.

"I left Di Du because of this." Su Yun brushed the black hair from her forehead. "It's always like this; I keep running into people like you. Hey, this time you're probably in trouble—come with me to open a pet hospital."

This is all nonsense; Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to deal with Su Yun.

"How did you find him?" Zheng Ren asked absentmindedly.

"Xie Yiren has his phone number; that girl gave it to me a few days ago, saying to call if anything comes up." Su Yun said lazily: "I didn't expect you, such a blockhead, to have such wide connections in society."

Let's leave it at that; this isn't really a big deal—I think Director can handle it.

We can't always bother the old comrades, can we?