Chapter 1338: 1298 He Said He

Zheng Renhe and Feng Jianguo walked into the Operating Room, but both were stunned.

The surgeon had arrived, but the patient still hadn't come up.

Feng Jianguo was somewhat angry, his whole face stiffened, his bamboo‑like body rigid a bit. He seemed like someone turned into a treeman by some sorcery; as he lifted his hands and feet, Zheng Ren almost heard creaking sounds.

"Really nonsense, how did Xiao Cao mess this up!" Feng Jianguo complained quietly.

"Is there some problem? Brother Feng, give him a call." Zheng Ren said.

Feng Jianguo nodded, and before he could pull out his phone, the phone in his back pocket started jangling.

"Xiao Cao, how are you handling things!" Feng Jianguo picked up the phone and snapped in a low voice, "Why hasn't the patient been brought up yet?!"

"……" Feng Jianguo then stared blankly for a moment.

A few seconds later, Feng Jianguo hung up with a bitter smile, helplessly looking at Zheng Ren.

"What happened?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They say the patient heard about the surgery live broadcast, refused to accept Xinglin Yuan's Agreement, and is now cursing downstairs." Feng Jianguo said.

Cursing people…… Zheng Ren also froze.

They're in septic shock, yet they still have the energy to curse? Or is it just that youth is great—the body really is tough.

"Brother Feng, I'll go down and take a look; if it really won't work, you can do it." Zheng Ren sighed and said.

"Let's go together." Feng Jianguo said: "I usually don't even go up for emergencies; the Inpatient Chief does that. For a minor surgery, whether one goes up or not makes no difference."

The two talked as they walked to the Gengyishi, put on White Coats and went down. Seeing Su Yun huddled in the corner smoking and on the phone, Zheng Ren also ignored him.

Returning to the ward, the patient's cart was stuck at the doorway, with onlookers' family members all around. In the middle, the frail figure of Quan Xiaocao could be faintly seen, like a tiny Xiao Cao swaying in the wind and rain.

Zheng Ren felt a bit worried, walked straight over, made way for the middle‑aged and elderly spectators over fifty, pushed through the crowd, and plunged in like a boulder.

"What's going on, Xiao Cao?" Zheng Ren asked.

Quan Xiaocao looked innocently at Zheng Ren, then glanced at the patient whose face was ashen and whose breathing had become extremely difficult.

She felt especially embarrassed, on the verge of tears from feeling wronged.

Zheng Ren sighed; a timid person is easy to talk to, but when something comes up, Xiao Cao can't make a decision.

A 23‑year‑old body is precisely the period when human bodily functions are at their peak.

Even in septic shock, the patient had not lost consciousness, his ashen gaze fixed on the Xinglin Yuan staff.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the patient's mother has started to agree and signed the Agreement. But after discussing it with the patient, she firmly refused, that…" the Xinglin Yuan staff member said, sighing.

"Mom, don't believe them." The girl's voice trembled as she whispered, "Where's there such a good thing—treating illness without paying and even getting money back?"

"Have you explained everything?" Zheng Ren asked.

The Xinglin Yuan staff member nodded.

Quan Xiaocao still wanted to say a couple of things; this kind of opportunity is truly a rare emergency, or if Zheng Lao Ban weren't present, having such a chance would be impossible.

Being able to see a doctor for free, such an opportunity is truly hard to come by.

But before she could speak, the girl lying on the cart said, "Mom, where's Ali? Did he go find a doctor for me?"

The peasant woman had long lost her mind, her hands trembling as she gripped the cart's rail.

Her eyes were dazed, she knew nothing of what was happening before her; she only knew things were urgent, yet she didn't know what to do.

The Xinglin Yuan staff member looked at Zheng Ren with an inquiring gaze.

"Then forget it." Zheng Ren said, listless and powerless.

Even a stone, no matter how hard, will eventually break. The patient firmly refused, leaving Zheng Ren in the state of wanting to strike down the enemy but being powerless to turn the tide.

"Xiao Cao, have you done the pre‑op signature?" Feng Jianguo asked.

"Done." Quan Xiaocao hurriedly replied.

"Then send him up; I'll go find the Inpatient Chief to get on stage, and you follow to lend a hand." Feng Jianguo decided quickly and said at once.

"Where's Ali? Where's the person?" the girl, somehow finding strength, grabbed the cart's rail and struggled to sit up.

"He's gone, he's gone." The girl's mother wiped away tears and hurriedly said.

"Impossible!" the girl, with no strength left, lifted her head in a strange posture, looking around for the shadow of that slick young man.

"Impossible, he said if I lost weight he'd marry me." The girl's voice grew fainter, but her struggling became more fierce.

Logically, a septic‑shock patient shouldn't have that much strength, yet she clung to the cart's rail, about to flip herself off.

"Hold her down." Zheng Ren realized quickly and shouted.

The peasant woman, hearing Zheng Ren's words, instinctively pressed her body onto the girl's to stop her next move.

"Xiao Cao, call the Medical Department." Feng Jianguo said immediately.

In this situation, the patient is still fairly conscious. She refuses surgery, wants to find that young man named Ali, and the Gastroenterology Surgery department really has no good solution.

Is this the power of love? Zheng Ren thought of that earring‑wearing man, feeling somewhat reluctant.

Or perhaps it's better that family members are watching downstairs.

If we really took him upstairs and something went wrong, nobody could explain it well.

"Zheng Lao Ban, let's go, change clothes." Professor Feng patted Zheng Ren's shoulder and said.

Zheng Ren nodded and turned to leave.

Passing through the crowd, one could faintly hear the peasant woman's wailing and the girl's stubborn shouts.

"People, sometimes it's just fate." Feng Jianguo's emotions showed little fluctuation; over the years he's encountered all sorts of things.

Seeing Zheng Ren's spirits a bit low, he comforted him.

Zheng Ren shook his head, gave a wry smile, "Really damn."

"No way, who knows what's on the minds of young kids." Professor Feng said: "I even have trouble communicating with my own son."

"Fathers and sons, both are like that." Zheng Ren said.

Arriving at the Gengyishi, Su Yun had just finished his call, saw the two return, sat on the stool and asked: "Boss, what's up?"

Zheng Ren simply gave a brief account of what happened.

"Long time no see." Su Yun said: "Let the Gastroenterology Surgery handle it; you also gave instructions to Sister Lin on that side."

Zheng Ren felt helpless, could only nod.

The patient couldn't find her boyfriend, got exhausted from the fuss, fainted, and then could undergo Shou Bing. As for the postoperative situation, Zheng Ren really couldn't manage that.

We can't resort to coercive means to do a live-stream Shou Bing, what would that become.

Boss, you think, those who can go to the Xiaohei Clinic for Shou Bing, their brains however you look at it don't seem useful. This is all fate, don't think too much.

Su Yun's words are a bit rough, but the reasoning isn't rough.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren and Feng Jianguo went their separate ways to attend to their own situations; Zheng Ren went straight to the director's office, while Lin JiaoJiao was still chatting with Director Kong about something.

Seeing Zheng Ren return, Lin JiaoJiao laughed and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, you finished the Shou Bing so quickly?"