Chapter 1389: 1347 The Tricks of the Castrated Cat (Alliance Leader Gluttonous extra chapter 2)

A few minutes later, Zhou Litao walked out of the treatment room, followed by a young companion who had come along.

The two went to the consultation room.

This is the treatment fee, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

For the procedure to remove a foreign object from the urethra, it depends on the object's location.

Going to the treatment room, if it can be removed, it won't cost much. Probably the object isn't deep, so it's either pulled out directly or after dilation, a small hemostatic forceps clamps and extracts it.

If it's deeper, requiring a cystoscope, it would cost 2000-4000 yuan.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun faced Zhou Chun Yong speechlessly, neither knowing what to say.

Zhou Chun Yong kept sighing, his face a frightening dark blue, gloomy and resentful.

Afterward, the young companion went to pay the fee, while the patient, supported by another attendant, limped out.

Zhou Litao quietly gave him a few instructions, telling him to sit and rest for a moment, then went to the Emergency Resuscitation Room.

"Director Zhou, we're all insiders, let me speak frankly." Zhou Litao said: "I think it's fine, no need for gastric lavage. But nobody can guarantee it, so it's better to do the lavage for peace of mind. However, your son isn't cooperating; if something happens, none of us can explain it."

Zhou Chun Yong sighed.

"The longer it takes, the more dangerous it gets. If something happens, it'll be a big deal."

"I'll hold him down, or we should just do gastric lavage." Zhou Chun Yong said.

Zheng Ren looked at Zhou Chun Yong's complex expression, suddenly felt moved, and said: "Definitely nothing's wrong; it's been an hour—do you see the kid looking like he's in trouble?"

Zhou Chun Yong and Zhou Litao both stared at Zheng Ren in unison.

"Come on, let's smoke a cigarette and discuss." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun knew the boss was about to cause trouble again; he just smiled and felt the cigarette pack. He had smoked a lot in the desert last night and hadn't replenished.

There's still enough for one round of smoking for four people.

They walked out to the fire escape, lit a cigarette, and Zheng Ren said: "Director Zhou, I'll say something I shouldn't— the kid still needs discipline. Otherwise, if he causes trouble again at home, what will we do?"

Zhou Chun Yong let out a sigh.

Everyone knows that during adolescence, many attempt suicide by jumping from buildings. That's a human tragedy, far more vicious than Zhou Chun Yong's son pretending to have drunk pesticide to scare people.

"If you can't bring yourself to do it, don't go." Zheng Ren said: "If you don't mind, I'll give it a try."

"..."

"There won't be any organic damage, but it will definitely make your son know that coming to the hospital means suffering, something he can't imagine." Zheng Ren didn't smile; his expression was especially solemn.

Preventing trouble before it happens—that's the real big deal.

If he really jumps, even a full emergency rescue would be too late even if he's saved.

As soon as Zhou Chun Yong thought of Zheng Ren saying there would be no organic damage, he immediately pictured an animal's liver being dissected.

He shivered, his face turning somewhat pale.

"Old Zhou, you're spoiling that kid—it's practically killing him." Su Yun laughed and blew a puff of smoke onto Zhou Chun Yong's face.

It's not very steady, and somewhat disrespectful, but Zhou Chun Yong couldn't have thought of these things.

"Old Zhou, if you still can't decide, I and the boss can leave." Su Yun continued: "We've been tossed around for two days; yesterday's alcohol buzz hasn't worn off, so we should hurry back to wash up and sleep. I'm covered in sand— the stars are nice, but there's just too much sand."

Zhou Litao's face was dark and frightening.

Zhou Chun Yong fiercely took a drag on his cigarette and said: "Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, thanks for the trouble."

Just make up your mind.

"In a bit I'll change clothes; you call your loved one out." Zheng Ren said: "It's best we stage a fake fight, so when we get home your son won't hold a grudge against you."

Su Yun froze—this isn't the usual trick used when castrating a cat, is it? But using it here, it's not exactly wrong.

Zhou Chun Yong gave a bitter smile and nodded.

"Then do it quickly; after you two come out, don't go back in. I'll improvise inside—I estimate the shouting will be awful, but there'll be no problem, and I can guarantee that." Zheng Ren said very seriously.

Su Yun glanced at him, cursing inwardly countless times: "idiot."

For such a thing, even if done well, you don't know if there will be complaints; if done badly, it becomes an irreconcilable major issue.

Desperately taking the blame on oneself—what's the point?

"Manager Zhou, do you have white coats? Lend us two." Zheng Ren asked.

"Come with me." Zhou Litao said, leading Zheng Ren and Su Yun to get the white coats.

Passing by the young companion with the urethral foreign object, Zheng Ren saw his deathly pale face and felt a stir inside.

"Boss Zheng, please be gentle." Zhou Litao thought fearfully and whispered a reminder.

"Hmm, it's fine; I'm prepared." Zheng Ren said.

"The machine's pressure can't be used too many times; the kid's stomach can't take it." Zhou Litao said.

"Got it." Zheng Ren took the white coat, flicked it out, the coat fluttered and draped over him, then he turned and strode out.

"Look, this is what adolescence is, and this is what an idiot is." Su Yun and Zhou Litao said.

"..." Zhou Litao was speechless—does the boss's aide dare say that? Anyway, I wouldn't dare.

"Director Zhou, come in after 20 seconds, pull your loved one out, and pretend I threw you out." Zheng Ren whispered as he passed Zhou Chun Yong's side.

Zhou Chun Yong's expression was torn, but the arrow was on the string—he had no choice but to let it fly.

He neither nodded nor spoke; seeing Zheng Ren walk in, he began counting in his mind.

"Did he drink pesticide? Why aren't you rushing to pump his stomach?" Zheng Ren strode into the Emergency Resuscitation Room and shouted loudly.

His charm value was already high enough; his words carried authority and confidence, making him seem like the kind of person who, upon appearing in a TV drama, is destined to win.

Zhou Litao followed him around like a lackey, hamming it up, finding the whole thing amusing, and joined in the "play."

"Boss Zheng, isn't it just that the patient isn't cooperating?" Zhou Litao said cautiously.

"And the family? If they're not cooperating, they should hurry out." Zheng Ren said sternly: "He drank pesticide—this is urgent, yet you're still dawdling here. Once the drug takes effect, he'll die a miserable death."

Zhou Chun Yong's son was fine—ignorance is fearless—but Zhou Chun Yong's wife almost fainted from fright.

Dying is miserable…… Countless things I've experienced and the gossip people were chatting about on the table all floated before my eyes.

Zheng Ren stepped forward, calculating the time, pressed Zhou Chun Yong's son onto the bed, and lifted his eyelids.

«The medicinal effect is kicking in; if we don't pump the stomach now, the person will die. » Zheng Ren said, «Family members, leave. »

«Don't move my son! » Zhou Chun Yong shouted, counting to twenty as he charged in.

Whether it was hearing Zheng Ren's words or a surge of paternal love, he got so into the role that he actually looked somewhat ferocious.

«Do you want to die or to live? » Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes and asked.

«Damn it, don't touch my son! » Zhou Chun Yong roared and lunged forward.

From this angle…… not kicking him would be a disservice to myself.

Zheng Ren didn't think twice; he lifted his foot and kicked Zhou Chun Yong in the left side.

«Hiss…» Zhou Chun Yong had the wind knocked out of him and fell to the ground with a thud.