Chapter 134: 0131 Are you Doctor Zheng? (Apology supplementary update)

0131 Are you Doctor Zheng? (Apology supplementary update)

"Director Su, how did you come here?" Zheng Ren exclaimed.

Coming toward him was the obstetrics and gynecology department's Director Su; the last time they met was several days ago when he went to check on a patient with premature placental abruption post‑operation.

"Let's talk in the office," Director Su said.

Several people returned to the office, and Director Su said: "Thanks for what happened last night."

"Don't mention it," Zheng Ren said, keeping his posture low and showing respect for a department head.

"Have you taken care of that? If you need help, I can try," Director Su said bluntly, stating his purpose.

Early this morning, the deputy chief in charge rushed to handle this "dispute," and, being experienced, she quickly learned the full details from the inpatient chief.

This matter was too thorny, so regardless of whether it was day or night, she immediately informed the obstetrics and gynecology department head—Director Su.

Early in the morning, Director Su rushed to the ward, carefully reviewed the case, and listened to the inpatient chief's report of the whole incident; finding no problem, he couldn't help but sigh.

No fear of problems; admitting mistakes is the most basic thing.

What's more troublesome is encountering this kind of deadbeat who refuses to pay and actually dares to show up with a gasoline can to "talk things over."

There are a few connections he could try, but Director Su isn't confident and doesn't know who would be the safest bet.

But before Director Su could find a way to resolve the issue, he heard that the patient's family from last night was standing at the entrance of the Emergency Department building holding a banner expressing "heartfelt thanks."

Director Su saw through it, thinking that Director Pan had settled the matter.

But when she went specially to thank Director Pan, she learned that Zheng Ren had resolved it with a phone call.

These young people nowadays really have wild ways," Director Su remarked.

But that's how the medical field works: the higher the skill, the more people flock to you. Everyone has a day of fever and headache; who wouldn't want to know a doctor who can bring the dead back to life, riding on colorful auspicious clouds to save them from fire and water in a crisis?

Even if it's not for oneself, having a talented doctor among relatives and friends is great—it brings face when you talk about it.

Zheng Ren's skill is indeed solid; it was vaguely known that he performed the public surgery, and then he heard from the operating room staff that he had done 49 appendectomies in one night.

Director Su initially took it as a joke and didn't believe it.

Most folk rumors carry a hint of the miraculous, and after being passed around they become utterly unbelievable.

But after Zheng Ren helped the obstetrics and gynecology department solve two tough problems, Director Su gradually came to approve of this young man.

Not to mention distant cases; regarding today's early‑morning postpartum hemorrhage, Director Su could be certain that if the patient had died suddenly in obstetrics, even with a hundred mouths he couldn't explain it away.

Back then the family could spout nonsense at will, unlike now, when it's easily resolved.

Thinking of this, Director Su smiled slightly and asked: "Do you still remember the morning‑sickness patient?"

Zheng Ren stared for a moment, then recalled the violently vomiting patient he had seen when he went to the obstetrics department to check on post‑op patients.

"Your diagnosis is correct—this time we can't preserve the pregnancy," Director Su smiled and said, "but next time you should be able to carry a child to term."

"That's good."

"Chief Zheng, there's something else," Director Su said: "I have a friend whose child has appendicitis and asked me to find a surgeon. Are you free today?"

This is……

Zheng Ren had never encountered this situation before and felt a bit unaccustomed.

Generally, when people know certain hospital doctors, their first thought after getting sick is to call for advice; as for being entrusted to request surgery, Zheng Ren had never experienced that before.

He's just an ordinary inpatient doctor—who would flaunt their connections to have him as the lead surgeon?

But now it's different: having become inpatient chief in the Emergency Department, his skill has been acknowledged by a clinical department head like Director Su, and such surgeries will surely not be few.

"Yes," Zheng Ren laughed, "for Director Su's matters I'll always make time."

Director Su nodded; Zheng Ren's reaction was also within her expectations.

"Then I'll have him contact you; if the fasting time is sufficient, just go ahead," Director Su said, "today's matter, I owe thanks to Chief Zheng."

The last sentence referred to the postpartum‑bleeding patient from the early morning; Zheng Ren knew that.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Director Su left.

"I didn't expect you to be so articulate at times," Su Yun said, brushing back her forehead hair.

"It's necessary," Zheng Ren said, "this is the least respect owed to an old comrade."

A few minutes later, Zheng Ren's phone rang; it was Director Su's friend calling.

After asking about the patient's fasting time and confirming an emergency surgery could be done, Zheng Ren told him to come directly to the Emergency Department ward on the second floor of the Emergency Department building; the man thanked him profusely and then hung up.

Zheng Ren notified Xie Yiren and the Chu Family Sisters in the WeChat group to prepare for surgery.

Soon, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor of the Emergency Department ward.

A middle‑aged woman and four elderly people in their sixties or seventies, all anxious, asked whether Doctor Zheng was here.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ren stood up and went out to meet them.

"I'm Doctor Zheng; you're Director Su's friend, right?" Zheng Ren said.

The middle‑aged woman stared for a moment, then scrutinized Zheng Ren up and down before asking after a few seconds: "Are you the Doctor Zheng I just spoke with on the phone?"

"That's me."

"Are you the surgeon Director Su asked us to find?"

"That's me."

"How can you be a young doctor?" one elderly person wondered.

"Didn't Director Su say they were looking for the highest‑level doctor at City First Hospital?"

"It doesn't look like it—so young, how could the skill be that high?"

Hearing the elderly people discuss him, Zheng Ren didn't mind, but the middle‑aged woman began to feel embarrassed.

The surgery could be done elsewhere, but criticizing them to their face would not be good.

"Dad, Mom, say less," the woman whispered.

"Look at how you handle things—is it reliable at all?" a stern, square‑faced old man said.

He was nearly seventy years old, but his face was flushed and his vital energy was strong. Although he had deliberately lowered his voice, Zheng Ren still heard him clearly.

"Ya Ya is sick; I said I would go find an old director, but you insist on showing off. Not that I'm saying you, such a young doctor, what kind of Shou Bing can you perform? If something goes wrong, can you afford the responsibility?"

Zheng Ren felt helpless, really embarrassing.

However, it doesn't matter either way; whether to do the Shou Bing or not is the patients' families' freedom. Zheng Ren can't just run up to the patients' families and tell them, "My Shou Bing skills are number one at City First Hospital!"

"Keep your voices down." Su Yun looked unhappy. "Whether to do the Shou Bing here or not is your freedom; no one forced you to come. Standing here gossiping, do you still have any basic manners?"

"You..." the old man displeased, pointing at Su Yun. But he was clearly a reasonable person, also knowing he was overly anxious and somewhat impolite, so he glared at Su Yun and said to the middle-aged woman: "Wait a moment, I'll make a phone call."