Chapter 147: with translation of chapter title

The next morning, Director Pan came to make rounds, after seeing the patients in the Jizhenbingfang, he took Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Yang Lei to the ICU to check on the post-operative patients from yesterday's two Shou Bing.

Old Master Tang, who was brought to the Hospital yesterday with unmeasurable diastolic pressure, had stable blood pressure; this morning's blood test showed his hemoglobin had risen to a level slightly below normal, coagulation function unchanged, and liver and kidney function showed a slight abnormality.

In the doctor's eyes, these minor changes are nothing.

As for the middle-aged man with a ruptured spleen, he is already eager to leave the ICU.

Inside the room, the incessant ventilator and monitor sounds are monotonous and boring, driving people crazy.

Director Pan, full of pride and satisfaction, chatted briefly with Director Qian of the ICU, arranged a transfer, and then led his staff out of the ICU.

In the Hospital, only an extremely high standard can earn heartfelt respect.

With Zheng Ren's arrival, the Jizhenbingfang gradually took shape, and Director Pan expressed satisfaction with this.

But this did not prevent him from going inside the Hospital to request personnel, money, and policies.

After checking around the observation room, Director Pan hurriedly went inside the Hospital to lobby various influential people.

Requests for personnel and money won't be granted unless one lobbies for them; if granted, they are often just empty policies, and whether these policies work depends on whether the department head is strong.

If the director is strong, they can naturally rely on policies to develop the department; if you replace them with a timid director, having or lacking policies makes no difference.

Returning to the Jizhenbingfang, Zheng Ren began writing consultation records and transferred the two post-operative patients out.

Afterwards, the work was Chang Yue's. Despite the large amount of clerical work, Chang Yue did not find it burdensome and completed it quickly.

One hour later, the patient was transferred back from the ICU to the Jizhenbingfang.

The Jizhenbingfang was initially designed poorly, lacking private rooms.

Chang Yue carefully arranged relatively quiet rooms for the two patients so they could have a Silence environment for swift recovery.

Those in the same ward are post-operative patients staying three to five days; they finish their IV drip each day and go home, not at all reluctant to leave the Hospital's disinfectant smell.

Checking patients, adjusting medical orders according to recovery, communicating with patients' families, writing case records—these trivial tasks belong to Chang Yue and Yang Lei.

Zheng Ren sat in the office, reading quietly.

Yesterday's symptoms of palpitations and shortness of breath also subsided after a night's rest.

After a while, footsteps sounded in the hallway.

It must be visitors coming to see the patients; Zheng Ren, sitting in the office, could smell the floral scent and formed a judgment in his mind.

"Chang Yue, tell them flowers cannot be placed in the ward." Zheng Ren said.

Chang Yue responded and went out to communicate with the patients' visitors.

Some patients are allergic to pollen, exhibiting mild or severe allergy symptoms.

Because they usually have no chance to encounter those bizarre flowers, visitors bring them after the patients fall ill, and being reluctant to discard them, they place them on the ward's windowsill; post-operatively, immunity itself is somewhat affected, which worsens the allergy symptoms.

So Zheng Ren had Chang Yue go to stop it.

The effect of such prevention is limited, Zheng Ren also knows. A simple notice merely informs the patients and their families; as for enforcement, Zheng Ren just said forget it.

If patients insist on not complying, Haicheng Shi Yiyuan lacks the guts to discharge them automatically.

If it were twenty years ago, the large hospitals in Di Du and Modu might still be able to do this; but now, with the online society fully built, such situations are also becoming fewer.

Because discharging patients without following hospital regulations, it won't be long before news of doctors treating lives lightly spreads all over the internet.

Everyone adopts the attitude of better to do less than more; when any consequences arise, they just take responsibility themselves—what else can be done?

Soon, Chang Yue returned to the office, with a somewhat strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's people from the Hai Cheng Urban News, with their editor-in-chief leading them." Chang Yue said softly.

Ugh…… whenever the news office is mentioned, Zheng Ren still sees before him that night's reporters sent by the medical troublemakers.

Although the matter was finally resolved perfectly, the System Quest—distortion of human nature or decline of morality—still occasionally comes to Zheng Ren's mind.

"Mouthpiece, right to speak, uncrowned king—various such terms leave Zheng Ren feeling helpless."

Zheng Ren also doesn't want to bother with them; even if they are the news office's editor-in-chief, what of it? He doesn't hope to gain fame through their livelihood reports, so he simply ignores them, continuing to sit quietly at his desk reading.

Shortly, a crowd surged to the office door; the leader was over fifty, with half-white hair, refined and steady.

Seeing the doctors in the office each busy, he knocked on the open door.

"Who are you?" Zheng Ren looked up, feigning ignorance.

"Greeting, Doctor Zheng, I am the editor-in-chief of the Hai Cheng Urban News, my name is Li Weiren."

"Greeting, Editor Li, may I ask if there is something?" Zheng Ren has absolutely no good impression of them; it's one soft nail after another, looking at that expression, if possible he simply doesn't want this group to enter the office.

Editor Li was taken aback.

"Urban News? It's the outlet that, half a month ago in the early morning, was sought out by medical troublemakers who threatened to report that doctors performed surgery without family's knowledge." A lazy voice came from behind Zheng Ren.

Editor Li's face was full of embarrassment.

How long has it been since this mature, steady editor-in-chief last suffered a setback?

Who would dare to offend the mouthpieces without a grudge of killing father and taking wife?

I never expected to encounter soft and hard nails one after another in the Jizhenbingfang of City First Hospital.

"Turns out it's a big shot from the news office; please come in quickly, want tea? Oh, we don't have tea here, only plain water—you surely aren't used to it, right?" Su Yun continued with sarcastic mocking, "Please come in, don't stand outside. If we really put out a report saying City First Hospital mistreats patients' families, fails to disclose the condition, conceals patients' status, we could all be fired."

Su Yun kept his head down, with no intention of standing up, his black hair on the forehead fluttering.

Zheng Ren for the first time felt that Su Yun, this sharp-tongued, bitter effeminate man, was actually quite useful; at least saying these words was still quite satisfying.

Close the door, let Su Yun be—it really is a good choice.

"Doctor, I think there should be a misunderstanding between us." Editor Li's embarrassed expression flashed, then he replaced it with a warm, gentle smile.

"Hehe." Su Yun gave a dry, hollow chuckle.

Rumors end with the wise; chatter ends with a hehe—this is the principle.

Suddenly, the scene became even more embarrassing, the air almost solidified.

The news office's editor-in-chief also didn't expect that the Jizhenbingfang of City First Hospital were all troublemakers, actually leaving him out in the cold.

That little reporter—what was his name again? Wei Feng! You damn bastard, I'll make you regret this when I get back! Li, the editor-in-chief, cursed silently to himself.

As for the rights and wrongs of the matter, if we forcefully Debate, perhaps there would be different interpretations. But today, under the same circumstances and handling, the newspaper's attitude is completely different.

If we really want to get to the bottom of this, isn't that just slapping ourselves in the face?

Well now...

"Doctor Zheng, are you in there?" An honest voice came from behind the crowd.