Chapter 148: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren heard the voice, somewhat puzzled. Chang Yue, however, immediately stood up and called out from a gap in the crowd: "Is that Sui Ge?"

"Eh, it's me." The honest-sounding voice seemed naturally intimidated by so many well-dressed people, standing outside, not daring to come in.

"Come in, come in." Chang Yue warmly greeted, not even looking at the press people, parted the crowd and pulled an honest person inside.

The man looked bewildered, murmuring, holding an earthen basket in his hand.

Zheng Ren felt he looked familiar, but could not recall who he was.

"Chief Zheng, he's the family member of the tetanus-infected patient." Chang Yue, knowing Zheng Ren had severe face blindness, reminded him.

"Oh oh oh, have a seat." Zheng Ren stood up, warmly greeting, "How's Auntie's recovery at home?"

"Pretty good, pretty good." With so many well-dressed people standing outside, the patient's son couldn't figure out the situation, becoming increasingly uneasy.

"Then that's good." Zheng Ren smiled.

"This… this is…" the patient's son stammered, honest and simple, "These are eggs from our free-range hens; my mother asked me to bring them to Doctor Chang and Doctor Zheng."

He put down the basket in his hand, lifted the piece of faded blue floral cloth covering it, and revealed the eggs inside.

The eggs aren't large, but that's how free-range eggs are; they're said to have higher nutritional value than those from factory-farmed chickens.

Zheng Ren had no knowledge of this and didn't understand what free-range eggs could be used for.

But since it was a kind gesture from the patient's family, the sort of sincere thanks given after discharge, Zheng Ren showed a genuine smile.

"You're too kind, coming all this way." Zheng Ren said.

"Not far, not far." The patient's son quickly waved his hand, "I only got up at 3:30 a. m.; now it's the farming off-season, I have nothing to do. These are the eggs from the past few days, fresh. These dozen or so I just dug out of the chicken coop this morning are still warm."

A goose feather sent a thousand miles— the gift is light but the sentiment is heavy.

Zheng Ren was about to speak when he heard Su Yun's sarcastic tone from behind.

"In front of the press, accepting a gift from a patient's family— aren't you afraid of making the front page? Doctors at City First Hospital often hint that patients' families, pressured after discharge, reluctantly give red envelopes."

"That lacks impact; the headline should be changed to 'Patients' families fear doctors like tigers'— short and punchy. Reporter Wei, what do you think would work better?"

The patient's son stood in the office, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet.

The group at the entrance— Wei Feng at the back— instantly bristled!

"That effeminate jerk is really damn annoying, constantly putting on eye drops for himself— is he bullying me because I can't speak?"

"You're a doctor, yet you compare literary skill and eloquence with a reporter— isn't that just asking for death?"

Wei Feng was about to retort, but a thought struck him and he immediately held back.

His face flushed red, full of resentment.

In such a setting, not only him, even the editor-in-chief, if he cares about face, would have to endure it.

What they say makes sense.

Looking at the basket of free-range eggs and hearing Zheng Ren's constant sarcasm from behind, the press people roughly understood what was going on.

The newly arrived Wei Feng must manufacture news— that's the best way to gain fame, and the press folks all know that.

But everyone has a bottom line when doing things; Wei Feng's seems a bit too low.

They didn't know, nor had they seen photos of Wei Feng accepting red envelopes during medical disturbances; even if they had, they might not necessarily think otherwise.

Editor-in-chief Li couldn't tolerate it any longer— this scene was too awkward.

"Cough cough." Li, the editor-in-chief, coughed twice, "Doctor, when we speak and act, we can't generalize from a partial view. No matter where, there are good people and also those with ulterior motives. But society is mainly good people; the historical tide is vast and mighty……"

After that lengthy talk, which went on for several minutes, Zheng Ren grew tired of listening.

After great effort, the editor-in-chief finally managed to give himself a way down, landing safely.

Before Su Yun could retort or say anything harsher, the editor-in-chief said, "In any case, we still need to thank you for rescuing Director Tang's father."

Having said that, Li the editor-in-chief led his people away without hesitation.

Su Yun still wanted to chase after them to say something, but Chang Yue stopped her with a fierce glare.

"If you don't scold these people a few times, they'll think they're uncrowned kings, free to spout nonsense." Su Yun, all proud and aloof, couldn't muster any authority in front of Chang Yue, and she didn't know whether it was the psychological shadow left from drinking eleven boxes of big green sticks that day.

"You've always wanted to quit, Chief Zheng can't imagine it. Just vent a couple of sentences and be done; if you really offend someone badly, Chief Zheng won't even be able to get promoted to associate senior and will have to quit." Chang Yue looked at Su Yun with contempt.

"What's good about it? You can't get a full night's sleep day after day. In winter it's still okay; but if summer came, you could get seven or eight stab wounds in one night— would you believe it?" Su Yun said.

"At least there's food on the table." Zheng Ren smoothed things over.

Unfortunately, he overestimated his own charm; although Su Yun prepares everything like a devoted dog during surgery, waiting for his turn, that doesn't mean he really is a sycophant.

Moreover, Zheng Ren is not Chang Yue, so Su Yun definitely has no psychological complex.

In 2013, the 'Superwoman' of Xiehe, Yu Ying, resigned. That's Xiehe— can Haicheng Shi Yiyuan compare? Su Yun flicked the black hair from her forehead and sneered, "She said, a night shift from 4:30 p. m. to 8 a. m. the next morning, a female doctor in her thirties like her, after getting off work, walks around floating."

"Can you float? Chief Zheng?" After Su Yun's provocative remark, there was silence.

Zheng Ren recalled how his heart would race and he'd feel short of breath every time he got a call from the Emergency Department, wanting to snap at Su Yun a few sentences but not knowing what to say.

"As for work, why don't we take the exam to become a licensed veterinarian? We could even get a physician's license, and being a vet is truly not that hard." Su Yun said: "There's a girl who opened a pet clinic. What do they know? For furry pets' mites, a few shots of ivermectin solve the problem, costing just over a dollar. Yet they insist on using all kinds of expensive medicines— thousands of yuan— and still can't cure them. Tsk tsk, what a lucrative profit!"

"Besides, performing surgeries— Chief Zheng could go and specialize in spaying and neutering cats and dogs. Some large pets develop intestinal blockage from eating socks and such, which can also be fixed surgically. One surgery costs five thousand; if you did nothing else for a month and just did two surgeries, you'd earn over ten thousand— not much worse than being a doctor."

Listening to Su Yun's complaints, Zheng Ren had nothing to say.

What they say makes sense.

"Hey, you've had enough." Although Chang Yue couldn't find words to counter Su Yun, she switched to an unreasonable mode.

Su Yun shook her head.

The tetanus patient's son didn't know whether the doctors were joking or being serious, rubbing his hands, not knowing what to say.

"Brother Sui, have a seat." Chang Yue switched between states almost seamlessly, "You came all this way— must be tired. Wait a moment, I'll get you a cup of water."

"No, no, Doctor Chang, I'm just here to express my thanks." The patient's son felt even more embarrassed and hurriedly declined.

Looking at the basket of free-range eggs and recalling Su Yun's complaints, Zheng Ren chuckled.

Life, well, living like this seems fine enough. When I can't hold on any longer, I'll just say it again.