Chapter 1357: 1316 Seeking Trouble and Stirring Up

Eating and drinking, for Su Yun it's an interesting thing. But for Zheng Ren, it's quite boring.

Zheng Ren was absent-minded; if it weren't for Old Lin being there, he would have left long ago.

Zhou Chun Yong greatly admired Zheng Ren; this time it's not just the Technique level, the platform's skill is indeed high.

When he heard Su Yun say that Zheng Lao Ban, wearing Lead clothing, occupied Rongcheng for three days and three nights, and then stood at the Provincial Hospital for four days, Zhou Chun Yong felt deeply moved.

【They said, quickly write a love song, something both refined and vulgar can enjoy……】

Zheng Ren's phone rang, a rare occurrence, and it was Ye Qingqiu calling again.

Wasn't it just called yesterday? Zheng Ren hurriedly answered the phone.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what mischief have you cooked up again?" Ye Qingqiu's tone sounded strange.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

"What mischief did I cause? What did I do? I did Shou Bing all day, nothing else."

"The superior department's call went straight to Director Yan's home." Ye Qingqiu's voice grew even stranger.

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless; on the phone, Ye Qingqiu also stopped speaking, keeping us in suspense.

After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Ren threw up his hands, sighed, and asked: "Director Ye, what on earth is going on?"

"The call from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had nine embassies blowing up the department's phones." Ye Qingqiu laughed heartily and said: "How's your side?"

Zheng Ren turned his thoughts and realized where the problem lay.

He glanced at Su Yun; that guy was chatting and laughing while drinking, completely unaware that Zheng Ren had answered the phone.

"Director Ye, please wait a moment, I'll check the situation." Zheng Ren said: "I'll get back to you in 3 minutes."

"No need." Ye Qingqiu laughed: "Just joking. The relevant department will figure out the cause in a minute; calling is just to keep Director Yan company."

"……" Zheng Ren remained speechless.

"You have too much going on your side; the hospital doesn't understand the situation, so it's hard to explain. Be careful next time!"

"Yes." Zheng Ren replied solemnly.

"To get those experts to go together, the higher-ups temporarily added a flight. For your mess, many comrades are still working overtime." Director Ye said: "Just give you a heads-up, tell them to buy their tickets quickly; if they can't get them, they can charter a plane themselves."

Zheng Ren had a black line across his face, totally unrelated to him. Still, he had to thank them repeatedly before hanging up.

"Su Yun, how did you even get involved with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Zheng Ren returned to his seat and asked.

"Oh? You really did get involved, huh." Su Yun held his wine cup, about to take a sip, hearing Zheng Ren say that, he laughed and put down the cup: "Boss, it's a good thing."

"Don't spout nonsense." Zheng Ren snapped.

Speaking of talking to Ye Qingqiu, the pressure is really great.

"Taking a group of foreign professors to do Flying Knife, who gets this treatment?" Su Yun laughed heartily.

Zhou Chun Yong heard the two speaking, guessed a bit of the reason, and hurriedly asked what was going on.

After a few simple words clarified the matter, Zhou Chun Yong hurriedly picked up his phone and asked: "Is it tomorrow's flight?"

"Director Zhou, you'd better not get involved." Zheng Ren said.

"That won't do." Zhou Chun Yong said: "I lack experience today; next time we can't be greedy. Seeing 20 patients, having to finish Shou Bing in one day is already quite difficult. Next time we'll take only 10 patients, Zheng Lao Ban, you'll have to work hard again."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded: "Doing it once more, your side will be about the same."

"Don't mention it; my level is too low, you need to come several more times." Zhou Chun Yong looked at Zheng Ren, not knowing what to say next.

If it were someone else, he'd surely joke, charging according to the Flying Knife price.

But Zheng Lao Ban himself doesn't even show up, sending an assistant to give lectures, leisurely adding a $300,000 learning fee for one person.

Does anyone care about that little Flying Knife money?

"You're too polite." Zheng Ren smiled.

Zhou Chun Yong had people notify domestic and foreign experts and directors to buy their own Airplane Ticket, and began busying himself.

Old Lin, being elderly, sat for a while and grew a bit tired; he agreed with Zheng Ren to meet when he had time, then left first.

This time Zheng Ren felt much more relaxed; Old Lin wasn't there, so everything was easy to discuss.

Knowing his temper, Zhou Chun Yong didn't talk much to him, just drinking and exchanging cups with Su Yun.

This person is still quite straightforward, Zheng Ren thought.

As they were drinking, Zhou Chun Yong's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Where's the security? They're all shit-eaters!"

"I'll head back right away; you guys be careful, don't get hurt."

Zhou Chun Yong simply said a couple of sentences, then suddenly stood up and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, something's happened in the department; I'll go back first, take your time."

Zheng Ren's heart gave a jolt.

Being able to call back a senior director from the dinner table with a life-or-death call is definitely a big deal.

His mind immediately began recalling today's Shou Bing patients.

The system rated 18 patients' Shou Bing completion at 100%, one at 99%, one at 98%; there shouldn't be any problems.

Could it be that the Shou Bing Zhou Chun Yong did a few days ago went wrong?

"Director Zhou, which patient?"

"I don't know; they said dozens of people surrounded the ward." Zhou Chun Yong's face turned grim, he grabbed his outer coat, gave it a shake, and threw it on: "Do you really think I'm old?!"

"Come on, let's go back and see." Zheng Ren was still a bit apprehensive.

After all, he'd done 20 patients in one go; his own Shou Bing was fine, but he couldn't guarantee that Zhou Chun Yong's side's nursing care could keep up.

At this point, forget about eating; if he didn't see it with his own eyes, going home he'd worry for half a day.

Zheng Ren said he'd follow along; Zhou Chun Yong didn't object, so a few people went downstairs together, a young doctor who hadn't been drinking acted as driver.

Zhou Chun Yong was filled with a killing aura, no longer thinking about studying Technique, yet he also regained some of his former vigor.

Along the way, Zhou Chun Yong kept making phone calls to stay in touch.

His expression grew increasingly strange, but he simply kept telling the on-duty doctors and nurses to protect themselves, leaving everything else to the security guards.

"Director Zhou, what's going on?" Zheng Ren, after hearing a few words, felt a suspicion and asked.

"It's not a medical accident; it's a grudge between patients." Zhou Chun Yong said: "That patient has liver cancer; I performed the Shou Bing on him the day before yesterday. I haven't seen hide nor hair of his son or anything, but his nephew is keeping watch."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun both grunted in unison.

That's uncommon. The son doesn't care, but the nephew has come to the hospital to look after him.

"Calling him a nephew, he doesn't really look like one." Zhou Chun Yong said: "I even specially observed him; the patient is 71 this year, his nephew looks about 22 or 23, fair-skinned and refined, not the type to cause trouble."

The more Zhou Chun Yong spoke, the more vague he became.

However, the hotel isn't far from Di Du Liver and Gallbladder Hospital; after just a few phone calls, the car arrived.

He flung open the car door; Zhou Chun Yong didn't stand on ceremony and strode inside.

Arriving at the entrance of Interventional Department One, dozens of people were making a noisy mess.