Chapter 18: with translation of chapter title

"…… Zheng Renye never expected that girl to misunderstand him, after all he was a medical dog who shuttled between his rental and the hospital, with no experience hitting on girls."

Living, for Zheng Ren, was just a hard thing; he had no time to do anything else.

He had no clue about the countless harassments pretty girls encounter in public.

Suddenly, Zheng Ren couldn't utter a word of what he wanted to say.

"Older sister, Doctor Zheng is amazing; don't judge by his looks, his skill is exceptional." Xie Yiren helpfully spoke up for Zheng Ren.

Critical hit ×10.

The girl gave a cold snort, didn't respond, just stared coldly at Zheng Ren, wanting to see how he would perform next.

"Miss, your mother is sick." Zheng Ren soothed his wounded feelings, then got to the point.

"Smack!" The girl slammed the table, angrily shouting, "Your mother is the one who's sick!"

Xie Yiren looked at Zheng Ren helplessly; Doctor Zheng's flirting skills were terrible—how could he start by insulting someone?

In an instant, she felt embarrassed and awkward, as if her social anxiety had flared up acutely, and she just wanted to hide in a corner and draw circles.

Realizing he had misspoken, Zheng Ren hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I mean your mother has an acute myocardial infarction; stop eating crayfish and go to the hospital right away."

"Your mother is the one with an acute myocardial infarction!" The girl seemed to have lost her reason, angrily cursing again.

Her voice was loud, and nearby diners turned their heads to watch the commotion.

"No, no, listen to me." Zheng Ren hurriedly waved his hands, signaling the girl to lower her voice, "Has your mother started having jaw pain?"

"Huh?" The girl was doubtful, wondering if this ugly guy could really be a doctor.

"It's not a toothache, nor facial neuralgia, but an atypical symptom of an acute myocardial infarction." Zheng Ren said seriously, "Eating such stimulating food as spicy crayfish can slightly worsen the condition."

The girl gradually believed Zheng Ren's words; during this period her mother had indeed gone to the hospital for a check-up, but periodontal disease had been ruled out, and the doctors thought it might be nerve pain.

How could simply eating a crayfish summon a divine doctor who gives a clear diagnosis?

"Yanran, what are you saying?" The mother also heard her daughter's angry voice, wiped her mouth with a napkin, turned her head and asked.

"Auntie… no, older sister, come here a moment." Zheng Ren called out.

"What's up?"

Zheng Ren repeated what he had just said, and the mother's eyes were full of surprise.

"It's an acute myocardial infarction; because of her age and condition, the symptoms aren't severe, but she must go to the hospital." Zheng Ren finally drew the conclusion: "If she has a major attack while sleeping at home, that could be fatal."

"It's so late; can we get it checked?" The mother felt a bit embarrassed; the pain wasn't severe, just a little uncomfortable. She didn't really believe she could have such a serious acute myocardial infarction, so she asked.

"We can do an electrocardiogram, test myoglobin, troponin, and cardiac enzymes; that'll basically confirm it." Zheng Ren said, "I'm a doctor at the Emergency Department of City First Hospital; please trust my words."

Seeing Zheng Ren speak with such detail, the mother felt uneasy.

But the two sisters harbored doubts; they looked at Zheng Ren in unison and said in unison:

"My name is Chu Yanran."

"My name is Chu Yan zhi."

"Oh… I'm Zheng Ren, a doctor at the Emergency Department of City First Hospital."

After a brief introduction, Chu Yanran calmly asked: "We are graduate students in critical care medicine at Huaxi University, and we have a few questions we'd like to ask."

Zheng Ren felt a headache coming on; he disliked people who had no clinical experience yet high academic credentials from prestigious schools, always thinking they were right, only to discover after five years of clinical work that what they learned in school was just superficial.

"Diagnosing acute myocardial infarction, one should……"

Before Chu Yanran could finish, Zheng Ren hastily waved his hands and said: "Since you're a junior from Huaxi, that's perfect; I've made my diagnosis clear. Whether to act on it or not depends on the family's opinion."

Zheng Ren isn't a saint; having met by chance, stating the diagnosis fulfills a doctor's duty—whether the patient goes to the hospital or not is none of his concern.

"How can you be like that?" the two sisters coquettishly complained.

"I just ate a few cold dumplings, performed a surgery, and now I'm hungry." Zheng Ren, a pure straight man, had no reaction to the girls' coquettishness: "You two are medical students; you should be able to make a preliminary judgment about the condition. Whether to go or not is your business; my words can only go this far."

"What's your name?" Chu Yan zhi asked from the side.

"Zheng Ren."

"From City First Hospital?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, let's go to City First Hospital right now to see if you're a liar." The two sisters didn't dare take it lightly; a myocardial infarction is no joke—better to believe it exists than not.

After all, they're graduate students in critical care medicine at a prestigious school; they still have that awareness.

The two sisters and their mother settled the bill and left; Zheng Ren checked the time—he had been out for forty-six minutes.

"Doctor Zheng, you're seeing patients, not flirting with girls?" Xie Yiren gazed at Zheng Ren curiously, studying him for a long time before asking.

"Of course."

"Good heavens." Xie Yiren made an exaggerated gesture to express her feelings: "Those are the two sisters, okay? As a man, you're actually not moved?"

"The myocardial infarction patient next to me excites me more." Zheng Ren said.

"No wonder you've been single for so long." Xie Yiren never misses a chance to jab: "I've realized you're a obsessive. You can't get a girlfriend not because you're poor or ugly, but because you don't want to. Of course, poverty and ugliness are the main factors; otherwise you'd constantly have hordes of girls around you."

Zheng Ren felt he should adapt to Xie Yiren's way of speaking; otherwise, being crit‑hit every day, he'd soon break down.

Otherwise, maybe he shouldn't bring her to surgeries; such a thought popped into Zheng Ren's mind.

But that thought was immediately dispelled by him.

What a joke—trying to find someone like Xie Yiren, young yet with exceptionally high skills as an instrument nurse, is impossible.

Being young means having enough stamina and energy for endless overtime; being highly skilled means the odds of performing perfect‑level surgery greatly increase.

How could he possibly give up?

Just speak bluntly; after all, what she says are facts.

When the crayfish arrived, Xie Yiren immediately switched to silent mode and began devouring it voraciously.

Zheng Ren absentmindedly ate the crayfish. He didn't much like eating shelled things because peeling them was a hassle. If someone could peel them for him… forget it, he wasn't going to dream—Zheng Ren's phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the number, it was a call from the Emergency Department; Zheng Ren hastily wiped his hands and answered the phone.

"Chief Zheng, there are two appendicitis patients on the 120 ambulance, they should be arriving soon." the on-duty nurse said.

Zheng Ren scratched his head, got up, hung up the phone, and urged: "Two patients, we'll head back right away."

If it weren't for the system urging, who would want to do Shou Bing in the big Evening?

Xie Yiren held a small lobster, vigorously sucking its plump, tender juice, nodding hurriedly.

You can eat small lobsters anytime, but overnight appendicitis isn't always available.