Chapter 1358: with translation of chapter title

Zhou Chun Yong also didn't hesitate, parted the crowd, and walked straight in.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun followed behind; Zheng Ren carefully observed the troublemakers.

Is it a small loan shark coming for debt? Doesn't seem like it. No tattoos, men and women, old and young all present; only the dozen or so at the front are causing a ruckus, the rest just watching the spectacle.

Moreover, what's the state of the crackdown on organized crime these days? Who would dare a loan shark to act so arrogantly? Impossible! Zheng Ren immediately dismissed his thought.

In the ward, waves of hoarse, exhausted wailing came through.

It's not his own affair, Zheng Ren's heart rate is normal. If this happened in Ward 912, that guy's heart rate would probably be at least 120 beats per minute right now.

As Zhou Chun Yong entered, all he saw was a woman lying on the floor, wailing like a slaughtered pig. A few timid relatives wanted to go help her, but a burly man stood like an iron tower before them, his eyes sweeping sideways, revealing a fierce glare.

A woman beside him was conducting a body search.

This isn't the scene Zhou Chun Yong described; Zheng Ren felt a bit surprised.

"Boss, you see? When an unreasonable person meets a reckless one, it's just like this." Seeing nothing serious, Su Yun also Relaxation and said softly.

"Come to the ward to cause trouble, if my mom has a heart attack..." As he spoke, the burly man paused, his eyes sweeping over each of the troublemakers.

The speed of his gaze shifting was slow, as if he wanted to remember every face present.

No matter whom his gaze fell on, everyone felt some fear; some even lowered their heads and shrank back.

"I'll hunt you down one by one and ruin your families." The burly man didn't shout hoarsely; he just said it plainly.

"Slap—" the sound of a slap rang out, "Shut up!"

The young woman beside him was conducting a body search; the woman lying on the ground, thrashing, had a red slap mark on her face, cowering like a quail.

The young woman grew impatient and Directly Say: "ID Card?"

Zheng Ren found it interesting; everyone remained surprisingly calm, suggesting this big guy was no ordinary person.

The thrashing woman on the ground trembled as she produced an ID Card. The girl took a photo and said, "Brother, I've noted the address."

"Hn." The burly man snorted coldly, "All of you, get lost!"

The crowd of troublemakers dispersed like a pardon; only the man at the front facing the burly man adjusted his glasses, wearing a bitter smile.

He sighed and said, "Big brother, we didn't mean to do this. We only just learned Dad was having Shou Bing and rushed over."

"……" Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

This matter grew ever more bizarre; even Zhou Chun Yong stopped in his tracks, looking surprised. It's really hard to say how things will develop.

"You don't even know your own father is hospitalized, yet you have the cheek to say that!" The burly man's contemptuous gaze was unrestrained, making the middle-aged man flare with anger, yet he seemed indifferent.

"It's all because of that little fox spirit!" The middle-aged man pointed at someone peeking out from a ward door to see what was happening and shouted.

"The house has been sold, the retirement funds are all in that little fox spirit's hands, and she didn't even tell me about the Shou Bing—what can I do?" The middle-aged man, furious, utterly forgot the burly man's menace as he roared, his voice echoing down the hallway.

"Damn it, keep your voice down." The burly man frowned and said.

Zheng Ren followed the middle-aged man's pointing finger with his gaze.

A young guy poked his head out to look at the situation.

No, it wasn't him. Where's the young woman? Gone. The middle-aged woman with lingering charm? Also gone. Only a few aunties stood together, seeing no danger, they chatted among themselves.

Maybe the aunties could be, but they'd never be called a little fox spirit. Zheng Ren thought and thought, his head heating up. This thorny problem is more exhausting than performing a Shou Bing.

Seeing that the matter wasn't resolved but had been brought under control by the burly man, Zhou Chun Yong stepped forward and said in a low voice, "This is a ward—stop the fuss, everyone disperse."

As the department's senior director, Zhou Chun Yong naturally bore an air of authority.

The burly man smirked, glanced at the crowd, then left, turning back to the ward.

The middle-aged man took two steps forward; Zhou Chun Yong looked at him and said sternly, "Still looking to cause trouble?"

"You are...?"

"I'm the director here, Zhou Chun Yong." Zhou Chun Yong, like a lion king whose territory has been invaded, Directly Say, with a hint of fire.

"Director Zhou, no, no, please don't be angry." The middle-aged man wore a worried expression and said, "Today there are a few extra people, all relatives; I brought them here to serve as witnesses."

"Witnesses?"

"I want to sever the father-son relationship with my dad." The middle-aged man had thought it through thoroughly and said firmly.

"……" Zhou Chun Yong froze for a moment.

I thought it was some huge disaster, but it turns out to be just a family quarrel.

But the situation still needs to be controlled; otherwise a family quarrel could spiral out of control, and that's not impossible.

If he encountered a neighborhood spat on the street, Zhou Chun Yong wouldn't bother with it and would gladly just watch the spectacle. But here, in Di Du's Hepatobiliary Department, Division One, if something happens he has to bear the consequences himself.

"You go yourself; the others wait outside the ward." Zhou Chun Yong said.

The middle-aged man had no choice; after giving a few instructions, he went inside.

"Boss, I really admire this patient." Su Yun laughed and said softly.

"Admire?"

"Of course." Su Yun didn't elaborate, following the patient's family forward. Zheng Ren, not understanding, also went to take a look.

The middle-aged man reached the ward door, locked eyes with the young boy, and said, "Little fox spirit, are you satisfied now?"

The young man was about twenty-two or twenty-three, just as Zhou Chun Yong had said, a likable young person.

He showed no fear, locking eyes with the middle-aged man.

"We are true love." The young man said lightly.

A bolt of lightning exploded above Zheng Ren's head, tiny silver snakes crawling everywhere, his hair standing on end, a faint smell of burntness in the air.

Zheng Ren felt nothing particular about same-sex relationships; it was completely neutral to him.

But he glanced into the room and recalled the patient: the ninth to go on the operating table, a 71‑year‑old male with a history of hepatitis B for over thirty years, accompanied by portal hypertension and gastric varices.

City folk really know how to have fun; Zheng Ren gave a wry smile.

Actually, that's good; this commotion means Su Yun won't be drinking for so long. Tomorrow morning, after checking on the patient, she still has to catch a flight.

Zhou Chun Yong was also charred outside and tender inside by the lightning.

He watched the middle-aged man and the young man talking about family property, feeling bored.

Such a trivial matter got his blood boiling, bringing back a feeling from decades ago—damn it!

Zhou Chun Yong sighed and said, "You guys go out and talk, this is a ward."

After saying that, he went to check on the woman who had fallen.