Chapter 174: 0171 Big Trouble

After a long while, Zheng Ren finally caught his breath, hee‑hee, he put his hand to his mouth and blew warm air on it.

Returning to the emergency ward, Zheng Ren sent Yang Lei home. After making a round of the ward and seeing the patients stable, Zheng Ren also warmed up, so he changed into an isolation gown and prepared to sleep.

Days remained uneventful; three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Xie Yiren bought Zheng Ren a new set of clothes; as for the brand, Zheng Ren didn't know, but it fit well anyway.

The rather ordinary‑looking Zheng Ren, in his new clothes, actually seemed somewhat suave—truly, a person relies on clothing, Buddha on gold.

Miao Xiaohua's condition stabilized; the day after surgery her tracheal tube was removed, the third day she was transferred out of the ICU to the emergency ward.

During this period, Zheng Ren performed more than ten surgeries, limited to appendectomies and cholecystectomies; no major resuscitation that would spike blood pressure occurred.

Manager Feng sent over the airplane tickets; because Su Yun insisted strongly, Longwind Micro‑creation also booked him one, and the two attending academic conferences and research was perfectly normal.

On the morning of departure, Xie Yiren drove Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the airport.

What disappointed Zheng Ren a little was that Xie Yiren didn't give him another warm hug; even when he opened his arms, wanting to use farewell as an excuse to hug her, she dodged him with a giggle.

It must be because Su Yun was there that Xie Yiren felt embarrassed.

Zheng Ren tossed the pot at that sharp‑tongued, effeminate man.

Ticket change, security check, waiting for boarding.

Hai Cheng's airport isn't big; the only regular flights are to Di Du and Modu, so to go elsewhere one must transfer in one of those two cities.

"Doctor Zheng, are you off on vacation?" As they waited to board, an enthusiastic greeting came over.

Zheng Ren looked up, found the face somewhat familiar, but couldn't recall who it was.

Nevertheless, out of politeness, Zheng Ren stood up, put on a smile as if they were old acquaintances, and shook hands.

"I'm going to Di Du for a meeting."

That person was sharp; from Zheng Ren's slightly embarrassed expression he deduced the real situation, felt no embarrassment, and smiled, explaining, "Doctor Zheng, my mother's headache—it was you who diagnosed it."

"Headache?"

"False teeth…"

Oh, as soon as the condition was mentioned, Zheng Ren immediately matched it up. It turned out to be the family member of that puzzling headache patient he had encountered when he first got the system.

This made Zheng Ren much warmer toward him.

"My name is Cui Heming; please, Chief Zheng, give me your guidance in the future." Cui Heming said.

After chatting a few sentences, Cui Heming saw that Zheng Ren wasn't good at conversation and didn't dislike him, so he left his phone number and WeChat for future contact.

When he was about to leave, he heard Zheng Ren say, "Mr. Cui, have you been under a lot of pressure lately?"

Cui Heming startled for a moment; Zheng Ren is a doctor, not a fortune‑teller—what did he mean by that?

Could the next sentence be about giving him a defiant reversal of fate?

"Your blood pressure is a bit high; you should pay attention to controlling it." Zheng Ren smiled.

Cui Heming realized, gave a bitter smile.

Indeed, lately that's been the case; with the arrival of the economic winter, liquid funds have tightened, and the capital chain is on the verge of collapse.

Cui Heming's small company in Di Du began strategic retrenchment, leaving him quite embarrassed and exhausted.

But Cui Heming was quite optimistic; winter has come—will spring be far behind?

As long as he can make it through, with accumulated experience and connections, in the future spring he will surely see a burst of explosive growth.

That's what he said, but due to increased work pressure, his body has indeed been in a sub‑healthy state lately.

He smiled and nodded, indicating he understood, and lightly thanked Zheng Ren for the kind reminder.

"How did you know his blood pressure is high?" After Cui Heming walked away, Su Yun asked.

"I felt it when we shook hands." Zheng Ren gave a perfunctory answer.

"Tch, surely just a guess." Su Yun's conclusion put an end to the brief conversation.

Zheng Ren watched Cui Heming's retreating figure; a faint red appeared in the upper‑right corner of his vision on the system panel.

The condition isn't serious, but it requires treatment.

The system prompted that Cui Heming's ailment was primary hypertension grade 3, his blood pressure having reached 170/110 mmHg.

That blood pressure is already quite high; it's probably due to long‑term overwork causing illness. Moreover, he has never paid it any mind, nor sought diagnosis or treatment.

Zheng Ren hoped his reminder would make him pay a bit more attention; he knew that was all he could do.

However, Zheng Ren didn't make it sound too serious, since hypertension is extremely common; as long as it's carefully controlled, there won't be major problems.

Twenty minutes before boarding, a couple in their thirties pushed a wheelchair to the gate, the man also carrying a first‑aid kit.

Zheng Ren glanced over; the system panel indicated the elderly person had late‑stage lung cancer with multi‑organ metastasis.

Presumably the couple were preparing to take the old man on a nationwide trip while he was still mobile; Zheng Ren had seen this situation many times.

Having lived through times of material scarcity, the elderly have ingrained habits of thrift; without their children's half‑coerced insistence, few would spend tens of thousands of yuan on a trip.

However, with improving economic conditions, this situation has already gotten better.

The couple negotiated a few words with airport staff, produced the documents, and then were allowed to board first at the business‑class gate.

Bringing medicine and a first‑aid kit aboard requires paperwork; as to what exactly that entails, Zheng Ren has never handled it and isn't clear on the details.

Zheng Ren was rare in being leisurely; he didn't have to worry about emergency rescues or patients' recoveries. After boarding began he still held his phone, avidly reading a novel.

Su Yun wasn't in a hurry either, gazing out at the blue sky, wondering what she was thinking, her black hair fluttering over her forehead.

Only at the end did the two lug their suitcases and slowly board the plane to Di Du.

The plane wasn't crowded, the flight attendants were pretty, and Zheng Ren was very much at ease.

No phone might ring at any moment; no longer needing to fret over exhausting emergency rescues, Zheng Ren was leisurely to an extreme.

The plane was about to taxi; phones were switched off, and Zheng Ren picked up the in‑flight magazine ahead of him and began to read.

Su Yun, meanwhile, put on headphones, asked for a blanket, and prepared to sleep.

The plane climbed steadily; Zheng Ren opened his mouth to ease the discomfort in his eardrums.

several Minute later, a stifled painful moan~ sound came.

The flight attendant heard the sound, disregarding the angle deviation and turbulence during the plane's climb, unfastened the seatbelt and waded over.

Zheng Ren's heart stirred; judging from the sound, it didn't seem feigned—could something have happened?

He turned his head to look; Cui Heming sat in his seat, face pale, clutching his chest.

At this moment, the condition indicated by the System Panel in the upper right of the field of view had changed from the light red of primary hypertension grade 3 to a deep red, like a glass of red wine, with a bloody taste.

Damn…… trouble's big!

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