Chapter 2103: 2030 Laryngeal Edema (Monthly Ticket 66000 Bonus Chapter ×132)

How can Zheng Lao Ban make so much money? his partner asked.

They're not really after that. Sun Ming said: Zheng Lao Ban mainly earns from lecture fees and surgery live broadcast fees. It's said the website has been bought out by Zheng Lao Ban, and now they're doing it for the ideal.

Tch. Let me see too. Even if we scan codes now, you still need to see the money in person. On the phone, it's just a bunch of numbers. Sun Ming's partner snatched the bill counter over and looked at each bill one by one.

Maslow... forget it, saying it you wouldn't understand. Sun Ming was about to nag, but felt it pointless.

No matter what you say, nothing makes him happier than cash in hand.

Life in Di Du was okay enough, but there wasn't much money. At a community hospital, even as director, how much could one earn?

If the first few years were fine, any way to make a bit of money was money. Now with anti-corruption so strict, Sun Ming doesn't have the guts to earn shady money.

How did the previous director get in? Sun Ming knew the answer.

"You know so much!" Sun Ming's wife muttered, smiling while drinking, "You say when the kid graduates and comes back, can you get him a position with Zheng Lao Ban?"

Speaking of that, Sun Ming felt a bit depressed.

I hinted at it twice to Director Kong, but that old fox refused both times.

Thinking of this, he sighed and said: The tumor specialist director Lin Yuanzhang in Di Du, her daughter graduated with a Harvard doctorate, and they forced her into Zheng Lao Ban's medical team.

Ah?

Just that, Zheng Lao Ban doesn't even give a good face. Working all day, there's no time to even eat a meal.

Things were like that, passed along, and eventually no one knew what they really were.

Zheng Lao Ban's arrogance is too much, isn't it?

You don't understand, these past few days of IV drips, I heard from the resident doctor that she gets home after nine every night and leaves before six in the morning to work.

You're just squeezing doctors to death, no wonder we keep hearing about overwork deaths. Sun Ming's partner scolded.

You think it's easy to stay in Zheng Lao Ban's medical team? He's a big shot. Sun Ming said proudly: Nobel Prize, if we can win it this year, we'd definitely be Nobel Prize members. Work a year, gain that title, and we'll be set for the rest of our lives.

Speaking of our son.

Impossible, don't even think about it. Sun Ming said directly: But he has me as his dad, that's enough.

You old fogey, what's there to show off about? Sun Ming's partner said disdainfully.

If we win the Nobel Prize, 912 and our community hospital will be bombarded by the media wave after wave. Sun Ming laughed: By then, our Lao Sun will also achieve fame and fortune, being one of the key figures of the Nobel Prize.

He said this while gulping down the beer, then opened another bottle.

He was drinking happily, his partner also happy, joining him in drinking.

You say Zheng Lao Ban mistreats Director Lin Yuanzhang's daughter like that—could Director Lin be happy? Sun Ming's partner lifted a bottle of beer with chopsticks, bang!

What's there not to be happy about? Sun Ming said disdainfully: I've told you about the Nobel Prize over and over, how do you not know?

The Nobel Prize? What's there not to know?

Let me put it this way: those who can get on board now, just by giving lectures later, can live very well. Sun Ming felt a bit envious.

If my own skills could reach that level, how great would that be.

But Sun Ming only daydreams about such things; he knows for him it's just a pipe dream.

After a bite of spicy stir-fried sea snails, the ulcer in Sun Ming's mouth flared with pain.

But this is also a kind of refreshment, as the spicy sensation and pleasure from chili peppers are said to be related to pain.

Sun Ming chuckled while eating and drinking with his wife.

Life, after all—why do we toil? Not for anything but to have a moment of doing nothing, nibbling small dishes and sipping a little drink.

"Lying flat and winning"—just thinking of that phrase made Sun Ming swell with pride.

The mouth ulcer didn't hurt as much anymore, just leaving waves of comfort.

Lao Sun, your drinking capacity isn't enough either. Sun Ming's partner drank happily, mocking Sun Ming.

You talk as if your drinking is any good, old lady—you drink a little and your face turns red too.

The couple drank happily, their faces flushed red.

Normally two people could drink ten or so bottles of beer fine, but now they quickly felt it was too much.

The community hospital's tomorrow will be better, and our little lives can step up a notch.

This life is really something to look forward to.

After a few bottles of beer, Sun Ming felt his breathing was a bit uncomfortable. He hehe laughed and said: Really, getting old—after a few days in the hospital, how could I feel my body's no good?

Wash up and sleep early, I'll leave things here and tidy up tomorrow.

Sun Ming staggered to wash up, looked in the mirror, and suddenly felt something was off.

His face was frighteningly red, seeming a bit swollen, not just the usual flush from drinking.

This isn't a pig's head, is it? Sun Ming thought.

His reaction was a bit slow, wobbling, and only after a few seconds did he realize something was wrong.

After all, being a doctor by training, Sun Ming's mind immediately conjured terms like allergies.

Then came breathing difficulty… laryngeal edema… and by the time anyone noticed, he was already dead, his corpse emitting a foul smell.

He immediately threw away his toothbrush and struggled to walk out.

Before his eyes sparkled gold, his limbs went weak, and his breathing difficulty, once he realized it, instantly worsened tenfold.

Even catching a breath felt like a chore.

Sun Ming could even hear the roaring, wind‑box‑like sound coming from his own throat.

MD! Real laryngeal edema showed up!

Desperately grabbing his phone, Sun Ming dialed the 120 emergency rescue center.

But whether from nerves or something else, he couldn't speak a word.

On the other end, the anxious inquiry got only a few incoherent babbles from Sun Ming—he couldn't form a complete sentence.

He strained to look at his partner, who had unknowingly slumped over the table, "asleep."

It's over…… Sun Ming was drenched in cold sweat.

The couple—this is the rhythm of a miserable death at home…… But what on earth is happening? Sun Ming has no clue. What happened, what allergy he has—he's completely in the dark.

But now is not the time to look for the cause; seeing he couldn't speak, he used his last consciousness to hang up the phone, found Zheng Lao Ban's number and dialed it.

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【They said to quickly write a love song……】

Zheng Ren's phone rang.

He was happily eating the hand‑pulled noodles made by Liu Xu zhi's wife.

Such simple home‑cooked meals are what let people…… at least let Zheng Lao Ban feel at ease.

Simple, clear, a few bites and it's done—it won't delay emergency rescue at all.

This is a habit left over from working in the Emergency Department.

"Zheng Lao Ban, eat slowly."

Seeing Zheng Ren eating with relish, Liu Xu zhi's wife was also very happy; the sturdy woman's face showed a relieved smile.

"Hello, President Sun." Zheng Ren put the phone on speaker and set it on the table so as not to occupy his hands, Impact eating noodles.