Chapter 177: with translation of chapter title

0173 I am Zheng Ren, requesting support.

Su Yun heard Zheng Ren's words and was stunned for a moment.

"You're crazy!" Su Yun shouted angrily in a low voice.

Saving people on airplanes, trains, and similar transportation is one thing.

And everyone knows what it means for Zheng Ren to contact the control tower.

"He needs surgery; Hai Cheng can't handle it. If we go to the provincial capital, timing-wise it's not as good as going to the capital; the key is I don't know anyone there." Zheng Ren only explained that much, then quietly told the flight attendant, "The patient could die at any moment; I want to contact doctors in the capital."

The flight attendant didn't expect it to be so serious; she immediately nodded and went to call the captain.

Zheng Ren glanced at Cui Heming, unwilling to waste time, immediately ran to his seat, took down his luggage, and pulled out his medical practitioner license and the capital research invitation.

Both the research project and making flying knives require a physician qualification certificate.

Of course, for flying knives, it's enough to submit a copy of the practice license to the medical department of the hospital where the patient is located for filing.

This time going to the capital for research, the documents must be originals, as agreed beforehand.

What Zheng Ren thought could convince the captain seemed to be only the credentials.

He wants to bet,

Bet on time!

Bet on luck!

Bet on life!

Less than a minute later, a captain with a square face, wearing a uniform, walked out of the cockpit. At the same time, Zheng Ren ran back.

"Captain Comrade!" Zheng Ren said solemnly in a low voice: "There is an emergency patient here who could die at any moment. Because the condition is special, I request the crew to contact the capital's control tower."

Saying this, Zheng Ren handed his physician qualification certificate and research invitation to the captain.

His tone was very solemn, even using the term "comrade," which is rarely used nowadays.

The captain examined Zheng Ren's eyes, then carefully flipped through his physician qualification certificate, compared the photo, and glanced at the pale, sweat-drenched Cui Heming.

"Come with me." The captain is also a responsible person; although he didn't understand what Zheng Ren was saying, Cui Heming's appearance told him Zheng Ren was telling the truth.

Saving lives is urgent; the captain chose to take a risk.

After undergoing emergency procedure checks, Zheng Ren entered the cockpit.

At this moment, the captain had already tuned the frequency and began contacting the capital's control tower.

"Capital International Tower, N Flight 2992, good morning."

"N Flight 2992, go ahead."

"My flight has a critically ill patient, and there is a doctor among the passengers requesting contact with the tower."

On the other end, they were stunned for a moment; obviously the tower staff had never experienced such an unconventional operation.

The captain looked back at Zheng Ren and handed him the walkie-talkie.

"Capital International Tower, hello, I am a doctor on board N Flight 2992." Zheng Ren's voice was low and resonant, carrying an indescribable weight: "A passenger has suddenly fallen ill; preliminary diagnosis is type 1 aortic dissection aneurysm. I request you contact medical personnel in the capital and ask for an emergency helicopter."

The captain was stunned; this young doctor really dares to say that the tower could contact a 120 emergency ambulance to wait at the airport, which would already be good enough, yet he wants an emergency helicopter?

Even in the capital, only a few large hospitals have emergency helicopters, and they are dispatched only for emergency missions.

Moreover, at the busy Capital International Airport, opening a separate route just for helicopters—what a huge deal!

On the tower's end, they fell silent; obviously they didn't understand Zheng Ren's request and couldn't fulfill it.

Zheng Ren then recited a string of numbers: "This is the phone number of Professor Pei Yingjie at Modu Liver and Gallbladder Hospital; please contact Professor Pei via the tower."

Having said that, Zheng Ren hesitated slightly, then firmly said: "Please tell Professor Pei Yingjie via the tower that I am Zheng Ren, the diagnosis is correct; I request an emergency helicopter and ask Anzhen and Fuwai Hospitals to prepare for emergency surgery."

The cardiovascular treatment at Anzhen and Fuwai Hospitals is the best in the country. Zheng Ren didn't know which professor was most skilled at the "elephant trunk" surgery (aortic arch replacement), so he simply mentioned both hospitals.

"Received... okay." The tower side was also stunned; they just reported a name, and wanted the capital hospital to send a helicopter? What kind of professor would that be? Probably a seventy- or eighty-year-old academic titan.

The tower side hung up the call, even forgetting to exchange the usual greetings.

The captain looked puzzled; his muscles tensed slightly, as if he had entered a combat state, regarding Zheng Ren as a hijacker.

Zheng Ren clearly felt the captain's hostility, immediately handed over the walkie-talkie, and adopted a harmless demeanor.

"Are you sure the capital can send an emergency helicopter?" The captain, seeing Zheng Ren's attitude and having previously seen his medical practitioner certificate, still held some reverence for "white-clad angels," but was doubtful about his actions.

"Who knows?" Zheng Ren shook his head, "We'll do our best; the rest is up to fate."

Saying this, Zheng Ren walked out of the cockpit and returned to Cui Heming's side.

After taking a large amount of antihypertensive medication, Cui Heming's blood pressure stabilized and slightly decreased. With double the dose of painkillers, he now lies reclined in a first-class seat, eyes closed, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"What's the blood pressure?" Zheng Ren asked upon returning.

"180 over 110 millimeters of mercury." Su Yun answered immediately.

"Doctor Zheng, am I okay?" Cui Heming barely opened his eyes, enduring the chest pain, and asked.

"With me here, there's definitely no problem." Zheng Ren answered firmly.

Cui Heming slowly reached out his hand; Zheng Ren grasped his sweaty hand and comforted him: "You know, my medical skills are superb."

"I believe you, Doctor Zheng." Cui Heming slowly closed his eyes, whispering: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, with Doctor Zheng here, with Doctor Zheng here..."

Xia Hua was stunned; the doctor named Zheng Ren came from Hai Cheng, merely a prefecture-level city—what famous doctor could he be? Yet facing the patient, that absolute sense of authority and safety, as an experienced doctor, he could feel it.

Where does this power come from?

Su Yun also froze; although he claimed to be Zheng Ren's "flawless" assistant, when it came to authority... Su Yun didn't think Zheng Ren was truly stronger than him.

Give myself one or two years, and I will surely be able to completely overwhelm him.

Before, Su Yun thought that way. But the longer he interacted with Zheng Ren, the less confident he became in his own idea.

Can he truly surpass?

Perhaps.

Watching a strange patient place complete trust in Zheng Ren, Su Yun felt even more bewildered.

This kind of trust—how many years have I gone without encountering it?

This is not just a medical matter; as for what else, the highly intelligent Su Yun couldn't say it.

Everyone fell silent; only Cui Heming's heavy breathing sounded evenly.

Several minutes later, the cockpit door opened, and the captain walked out.

"We've received word from the tower—the medical helicopter is en route to Capital International Airport." The captain saying this could hardly believe it himself.

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