Chapter 1388: 1346 Foreign Object in the Urethra

"Let's go, go smoke a cigarette." Su Yun said with a smile.

This kind of household chore, I can't help. Being able to hear Zhou Chun Yong's son speak with vigor, rather than being on his last breath, an old person sending off a young person— that's already good.

Zheng Ren nodded, then shook his head, and said: "Director Zhou is busy."

"When I was young, my father hung me up and beat me three times; each time he snapped a cowhide belt." Su Yun said.

The two walked outside; Su Yun took out a cigarette case, flicked her wrist lightly, and a cigarette jumped out.

Just as it was about to fly out of the case, she lightly pinched it with her fingers and sent it to Zheng Ren's mouth; then she flicked out another cigarette and held it in her own mouth.

After lighting it, both took a puff; smoke swirled, Zheng Ren's thought moved, and his facial muscles twisted.

Su Yun felt something strange, frowned and looked over.

A thick smoke ring puffed out round and full from Zheng Ren's mouth, with not a wisp of smoke around it.

The smoke ring floated for a few seconds, expanding to a diameter of 10 cm, then stopped changing.

"Boss, you're using this as a physical model for turbulence?" Su Yun saw Zheng Ren's intention and laughed scornfully.

"Just practicing; otherwise, if I chatted with Ming and Doctor Olsson tomorrow, I'd be a bit lost." Zheng Ren stared at the smoke ring before him and said lightly.

"Do you think Old Zhou will hit his son?" Su Yun had no interest in turbulence at all and turned the topic back.

Zheng Ren felt somewhat troubled.

Thinking back, I never got beaten as a child, but now I actually feel a bit envious of Su Yun.

"No." Zheng Ren said: "Director Zhou's demeanor makes me think his son is just spoiled by him; he couldn't possibly beat him to death."

"If he doesn't get hit, this kid will truly be ruined for life." Su Yun said.

"People, it's all fate." Zheng Ren casually sat on the steps outside the fire escape of the Emergency Department, gazing at the sky of Di Du.

It's the same expanse as the desert night sky.

But looking at it, they are completely different. There is no glittering sky full of stars, only flashing lights, a night of fish and dragons dancing.

People are the same.

Thinking of the rumors, Zhou Chun Yong's ferocious image of chasing colleagues with a cleaver when he was young, and his helpless, panicked look when doting on his own son, left Zheng Ren speechless as well.

"If you ask me, just pump the stomach." Su Yun raised her eyebrows like a blade, "Washing it out ten or eight times would really be worse than death."

"Yeah, I also don't like using death to threaten parents. So melodramatic, offering flesh and blood to parents, then claiming we're even? Nonsense."

"It'll be fine when he grows up, but we have to make sure he can actually grow up." Su Yun said, looking as if she deeply understood.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, "Director Zhou has hit a snag; if he can't get past it, he'll probably be ruined."

If his son died, Zhou Chun Yong wouldn't even be able to contend with Zhu Liangchen; it's doubtful whether he himself could survive.

Losing father in youth, wife in middle age, son in old age…

These things are hard to talk about.

After finishing the cigarette, Zheng Ren flicked the butt out, threw it into the trash can.

"Let's go back and check."

A few minutes have passed; I estimate there's a result over there. This kind of thing, Zheng Ren wants to help but can't.

Su Yun smiled and said nothing.

The two returned to the door of the Emergency Resuscitation Room and saw Zhou Chun Yong's face full of anger, loudly saying something to his son.

His son held his neck stiff, looking unwilling and resentful.

"Boss, do you think Director Zhou was like this when he was young?" Su Yun suddenly asked.

Don't say it, but it's actually quite possible.

But Zheng Ren didn't speak; Zhou Chun Yong still respects me somewhat, but stabbing me in the back— Zheng Ren feels that's not proper.

"You damn well behave yourself!" Zhou Chun Yong's angry shout rang out.

His son's hands were bound with straps to the bed rail, a nurse sweating profusely preparing to insert a gastric tube.

But his son kept struggling, legs kicking wildly.

"I'll die right here today! If you don't let me watch cartoons, don't let me watch Bear Big, I'll die in front of you."

"Damn it!" Zhou Chun Yong's forehead veins bulged, he raised his right hand, about to slap his son.

His son wasn't scared at all, held his neck stiff, struggled to lift his head, and met Zhou Chun Yong's gaze with a childish little look.

His hand hovered in midair, then finally drooped down.

Zhou Chun Yong turned away glumly and left.

"Director Zhou, calm down, it's just a kid." Zheng Ren hurriedly urged.

"……" Zhou Chun Yong's face was extremely grim, ashen, his gloom seeming to have overflowed.

"Ouch… go easy…" In the midst of the embarrassment, a young man limped down one end of the hallway, supported by two people of similar age.

Zheng Ren also didn't know what to say to Zhou Chun Yong, so he turned back to look at the patient.

The System Panel's diagnosis…… made Zheng Ren laugh and cry at the same time.

Foreign object in the urethra.

This is something I did myself for lack of stimulation, using something like a toothpick to stimulate the urethra, and it ended up too intense—I couldn't get it out.

Zheng Ren gave a bitter smile.

You tell me, isn't this just adding trouble to the Emergency Department?

With good study and work, finding a girlfriend would be nice—why resort to this?

But having said that, a girlfriend can't provide that kind of urethral stimulation.

Zhou Litao was called out from the resuscitation room by a young man, he glanced over and asked: "What's going on?"

"Doctor, I……" the patient blushed, "It's not…… that thing, then I felt that thing, and finally that thing happened?"

"Oh, then I'll give you that thing, and you'll be fine with that thing." Zhou Litao said coldly.

"What?"

"You still know to ask what?" Zhou Litao said: "You don't understand either?"

The young guy got a dressing-down and lowered his head.

"What did you stuff in there?" Zhou Litao didn't make things difficult for him, then asked.

"The pen refill."

Zhou Litao had no expression, saying: "Go wait for me in the treatment room."

The two helped the patient obediently go to the treatment room.

"Manager Zhou, your night shift is pretty busy." Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

"Ah, Boss Zheng, you're not idle at all." Zhou Litao sighed: "When you're free, you can still take your girlfriend out for a walk in the park. On weekends, have you been working overtime?"

"No, I just came back from the desert in Inner Mongolia, then went stargazing after the Flying Knife." Zheng Ren said.

"……" Zhou Litao had a blank expression, brushed past Zheng Ren and went straight to the treatment room.

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, being an Inpatient Chief is already tough; the Inpatient Chief in the Emergency Department is even tougher, so don't rub salt in people's wounds, okay?" Su Yun said with a chuckle.

"Uh……"

"As the Emergency Department Inpatient Chief, where can you find a girlfriend?"

"No, I'm doing fine with Xiao Yi Ren in the Emergency Department." Zheng Ren couldn't empathize.

"……" Su Yun cursed in her heart, "Is it because your past life saved the galaxy?"

Soon, a pig-slaughtering-like, hoarse shout came from the treatment room.

Zhou Chun Yong's son was making a fuss, his face changed, and he also froze.