Chapter 1343: 1303 The Surgical Dog's First Kiss

Zheng Ren froze instantly.

The brain that could do reconstruction and remember countless summaries and cases instantly crashed.

Holding hands, kissing…

Simple logic turned chaotic in his mind, the bright sunlight was painfully glaring, Xiao Yi Ren's faint body fragrance nevertheless pierced straight to his heart.

The hand that could sense turbulence through the microguidewire now stiffened like wood, his mind filled with blankness.

He had no consciousness, but his body's natural reactions still remained.

His big hand held her small hand, gently exerting force, pulling Xie Yiren into his embrace.

"Someone, someone!" Xie Yiren never expected Zheng Ren to hug her in the park; her ears flushed red, she whispered.

But what met her was a lip carrying a faint tobacco scent.

Insulin secreted faster, the adrenal glands released the hormone adrenaline, putting the body into a pleasant atmosphere.

A large release of neuropeptides gave this pleasure a hint of vigilance, Zheng Ren's heart jumped straight to 180 beats per minute.

Endorphins secreted—this is an anesthetic with 200 times the numbing effect of morphine. Although the drug concentration in his body couldn't match intravenous morphine's effect, Zheng Ren felt a tingling numbness on his tongue.

His mind was a blank, saliva automatically produced a small amount of antibiotics, his immune system kicked in, and his 219 muscles each released an average of 6.4 calories of heat per minute.

It's hot.

Zheng Ren closed his eyes, enjoying the warm moment.

The facial muscle group of thirty-two muscles was highly tense, capillaries engorged, adrenal cortical hormones rapidly receded.

The tense emotions gradually subsided, leaving only tranquility, beauty, and harmony.

Immersed in it, he could not extricate himself.

Time alternated between slow and fast; amidst the turbulence, Zheng Ren didn't know how long had passed.

Nothing mattered; the whole world was in his embrace.

At this moment, he forgot all his worries and sorrows; for an instant he felt powerful and invincible!

A burst of playful noise woke Xie Yiren from her jade dream.

"Someone!" Xie Yiren pushed Zheng Ren away, fanning with her little hand, hoping to make the flush on her face fade quickly.

A sudden burst of passion caught Xie Yiren off guard; both her little hands turned red.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren was still in a brain-crash state, only able to express his joy with a silly laugh.

That ambiguous aura naturally exuded a rich hormone scent; in the short term, the hormones hadn't dissipated, and Zheng Ren's vision suddenly showed a hint of abnormality.

He was still in a state of full-body muscle tension, his brain immersed in endorphin pleasure, his reaction slightly slowed.

But after three seconds, the heart rate that had just eased rose again, and a sheet of blood red appeared on the system panel.

"Yi Ren, call 120!" Zheng Ren roared, then shot forward like a cheetah.

The young couple ahead had been joking and playing a few seconds earlier; although the girl in the white dress felt unwell, under the effect of massive endorphins she still especially enjoyed this pleasant feeling.

The boy saw Zheng Ren kissing Xie Yiren and also grabbed the girl. She broke free, they laughed and chased, and accidentally the girl hit the railing.

Not serious, even could be said to be slight.

Yet the girl covered her belly and slowly squatted down.

The boy thought she was being coy; after waiting a few seconds, he was about to pick her up in a princess carry.

This pose, if not done as a princess carry, would simply be a waste.

The kind of waste that would deserve a thunderbolt from the heavens.

But just then, a figure lunged forward.

"Don't move!" Zheng Ren shouted, so firmly.

"Uh..." the boy stared for a moment.

"You can kiss and be affectionate, why can't we be affectionate?" such a thought popped into his head.

Zheng Ren carefully observed; the girl's ear base still had a slight flush, but her cheeks began to turn pale.

The red and white colors ebbed and flowed like tides, clearly distinct.

"Yi Ren, hurry up and call!"

"I'm calling." Xie Yiren had no doubt; upon hearing Zheng Ren say to call, she immediately took out her phone and dialed.

"How... how?" the boy froze.

"Spleen rupture." Zheng Ren approached the white-dressed girl, steadied his voice, and said softly, "Don't move; this position is fine. I've already called an emergency rescue vehicle—you'll be alright."

The white-dressed girl was plunged into severe pain; she wanted to cry out, but hearing Zheng Ren's voice gave her an inexplicable sense of trust, so she barely maintained her original posture, sitting curled on the ground.

At this urgent moment, Zheng Ren could only unconditionally accept the Big Pig Trotter's diagnosis.

If wrong, it would just be a joke.

If right, it might save a life.

As for the multiple-choice question, Zheng Ren did not hesitate.

"I'm a doctor from 912, please believe me." Seeing the boy's hesitation, Zheng Ren immediately explained: "The emergency rescue vehicle will arrive in a few minutes, very soon."

Having no rescue tools, he could do nothing; Zheng Ren could only use words to comfort the young couple.

Except in situations like earthquake relief at the seismic center, Zheng Ren really didn't want to perform a live dissection in the park…

That's damn terrifying.

Just a few minutes—"just" a spleen rupture, it won't kill anyone, Zheng Ren was certain.

Soon, the sound of the emergency rescue vehicle arrived.

The emergency department doctors jumped out of the vehicle, saw Zheng Ren, and froze.

"Stretcher!" Zheng Ren didn't bother with greetings; like a senior doctor, he said in an unquestionable tone: "Maintain the knee-chest position, increase abdominal pressure."

"Zheng Lao Ban, what's going on?" the emergency rescue doctor asked in surprise.

Considering a ruptured spleen, after returning draw blood and do an abdominal B-ultrasound; in the car, call the hepatobiliary surgery department for consultation, have them prepare surgery. Zheng Ren's firm words carried a certain persuasiveness; the doctors of the 120 emergency service had no doubt and directly carried out the medical orders.

The 120 emergency vehicle came and left in a hurry; three minutes later, only Zheng Ren, Xie Yiren, and a crowd of onlookers remained.

"Is it really a ruptured spleen?" Xie Yiren pulled Zheng Ren's hand and hurried away, asking softly.

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded, thought of picking up his phone to call Professor Yang, but felt it inappropriate, so he let it be.

In 912 there is a normal outpatient process; I always interfere, it's too annoying.

Moreover, a ruptured spleen is a minor ailment; although the patient has swelling of the liver and spleen, suturing is somewhat difficult. It's only slightly difficult; this kind of surgery is definitely the inpatient chief's duty, Professor Yang would never do it.

"Really scary." Xie Yiren has returned to normal; recalling the scene of the sudden downturn just now, she still feels some palpitations.

"Kissing syndrome is an acute self-limiting infectious disease caused by the EBV virus. Most patients think they just have a cold, need no medicine, and will recover quickly. Only a few will develop fever symptoms, lasting up to one month."

Zheng Ren walked while explaining.