Chapter 150

The sudden turn of events left the patients' families stunned.

"I just came back from a meeting in the United States, and I've seen patients with localized neural plexus paralysis degeneration syndrome." Zheng Ren continued speaking solemnly, his voice neither loud nor soft, clear enough for the patients to hear, "I brought back a special effective drug; it works well, but it's especially expensive."

"Can it be cured?" the older patient's son immediately asked.

"The cure rate is 100%." Zheng Ren said confidently, without even uttering the usual two words.

The on-call surgeon still looked bewildered—Chief Zheng has been doing surgeries in the Emergency Department lately; when did he go to the US for a meeting? Could it be that an American expert came to give a lecture and he went to listen?

And a miracle drug? No matter how effective, it couldn't possibly have a 100% cure rate.

This isn't scientific!

When Su Yun heard the second sentence, she knew what Zheng Ren was about to do; she lowered her head, refusing to watch the drama queen's performance. The black hair on her forehead floated about.

"Doctor, then we'll treat him—just tell us the price, and we'll go home to raise the money right away," the patient's son said immediately.

"No rush." Zheng Ren waved his hand and said, "Because the illness has lasted a long time, if we don't use it now, there might be problems. Use the medicine first, then you can pay later."

After saying that, Zheng Ren strode out of the Emergency Resuscitation Room.

Not long after, a nurse followed in, holding a 20 ml syringe.

"Intravenous injection." Zheng Ren said.

The patients' families' eyes were full of hope and anxiety, a complex mix.

They hoped the injection would work right away, yet feared it wouldn't… even if the "miracle drug" failed, the only path left would be lifelong paralysis.

"Alright, in five minutes you can get up." Zheng Ren said: "You'll need to come back to the hospital in a week for a follow‑up strengthening treatment—it'll definitely be fine. One family member come with me, I'll write the prescription, and you go pay."

After saying that, Zheng Ren didn't even look at the patient, walked out of the Emergency Resuscitation Room with head held high and chest out.

"If Director Pan were here, there would definitely be no problem." Su Yun blurted out without thinking.

"Heh." Zheng Ren naturally understood what Su Yun meant, and gave a heh heh laugh.

"Is it really hysteria? Not some rare disease?" Su Yun, seemingly not catching Zheng Ren's heh that he didn't want to chat, continued asking.

"It won't be." Zheng Ren said firmly: "Anyway, it's just a shot of calcium gluconate; even if I'm mistaken, it won't do any harm."

"Really……" Su Yun wanted to say it was irresponsible, but then she thought: the patient's family circumstances certainly couldn't afford an MRI and other expensive tests.

Zheng Ren's choice was correct; if it really didn't work, we could only say so again.

Arriving at the consultation room of the Emergency Department, Zheng Ren wrote a prescription for the patient's son.

The patient's son looked apprehensive; he had been frightened by Zheng Ren's earlier words.

United States, imported miracle drug—how much would it cost? I don't know if selling the house back home would be enough.

A few thatched huts—probably enough to get by. But what else could we sell at home?

And that's not all—after a week, we still need one more consolidation treatment……

Zheng Ren worked swiftly; the printer quickly spat out a payment slip.

"Here, go pay, then pick up the medicine at the pharmacy next door." Zheng Ren said easily.

The man held the slip, carefully looking for the amount. Although he couldn't read many of the characters, he could still understand the Arabic numerals.

When he saw the amount, his eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief.

"Dad, Grandma stood up!" Before he could ask Zheng Ren if the prescription was wrong, a joyful voice came from outside the door.

"Huh?" He froze for a moment, then rushed out.

The sturdy body bumped into the doorframe, and Zheng Ren felt the whole room shake three times.

"You got lucky again." Su Yun leaned against the wall, boneless, giving Zheng Ren a teasing look, "Your luck is really good."

Zheng Ren wanted to retort, but first he couldn't out‑argue her, and second the system had added luck points to him…… Old master will the Buddha's Palm, does he also have to tell you that?

Soon, the man helped the elderly woman to the Emergency Department consultation room.

Although her gait was still a bit wobbly and soft, it was absolutely incomparable to the previous "paralysis."

"Doctor, doctor, thank you……" the two patients' relatives hurriedly expressed their thanks.

"No problem." Zheng Ren smiled.

"This……" the patient's son hesitated, holding the slip; it looked like he had waged an inner battle countless times.

Zheng Ren was also a bit surprised.

"Doctor, did you write the wrong prescription?" the patient's son, finally letting conscience prevail, asked without hesitation.

"Oh, no." Zheng Ren said lightly: "Because it's a donation from an international big company, the hospital can't charge for it. You're lucky—if it had been a few days earlier, you wouldn't have been able to use it."

"Then the cost……"

"Waived." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun looked disdainfully at the generous Zheng Ren, mentally calculating the cost of one intravenous injection, a sterile syringe, 20 ml of glucose, and a vial of calcium gluconate.

As for the imported miracle drug, it was pure fabrication.

The patient's family thanked him repeatedly, and Zheng Ren told them to come back in 1 week for a follow‑up consolidation treatment. This special-effect drug not only treats but also prevents relapse, so the old lady will never suffer from it again in her life.

Seeing the patient happily go to pay and leave, Zheng Ren felt a little hungry.

He had been delayed in the Emergency Department for quite a while, and he wondered what leftovers would still be available in the cafeteria.

"Why make them go through another hassle?" Su Yun wondered.

"Hysteria, and it's quite severe; if I cure it in one go, I fear the old lady won't believe it. So having her come back for a consolidation treatment should be the best Solution," Zheng Ren said.

They're all veteran doctors; anyone understands this winding detour.

Although Su Yun didn't add anything else, Zheng Ren knew that this sharp‑tongued, effeminate man's silence meant agreement.

He really is fortunate, Zheng Ren thought; after being in the Hospital this long, he still hasn't been beaten to death.

After seeing to the patient, Zheng Ren weaved his way toward the cafeteria.

Halfway there, the phone rang.

"Yi Ren, what's the matter?"

"Oh, okay, it just so happens that Su Yun and I haven't eaten."

"Mm-hmm, then thanks for the trouble."

After saying that, they hung up the phone and turned back to the Jizhenbingfang.

"What's the matter?" Su Yun asked from behind.

"The patient's family sent over some free-range eggs, which Chang Yue took to Yi Ren's house, and reportedly at noon they made scallion stir-fried eggs."

"It's free-range eggs stir-fried with scallions." Su Yun said expressionlessly.

"It's all the same, Yi Ren said she'd bring it to the Hospital to eat together." Zheng Ren didn't mind, it's just one meal, what's the big deal?

The two returned to the ward, waited less than twenty Minute, and Xie Yiren came rushing over with a black, warm food box to the Jizhenbingfang.