Chapter 2187: 2110 Patients Start Fighting

"Manager!"

The Security Team Captain saw Huang Liang's face looking terrible and shouted urgently.

Huang Liang went limp and collapsed into the boss's chair.

"Manager, where do you feel unwell?" the Security Team Captain immediately turned and said: "Damn it, they're all dead, call 120 now!"

"No need." Huang Liang said, struggling.

With more people around, his courage grew and Huang Liang wasn't as scared. He stared fixedly at the two highball glasses filled with black liquid, unable to utter a word.

The Security Team Captain looked at the highball glasses, somewhat puzzled about what they were.

But he understood reading facial expressions; Manager Huang kept staring without speaking, so he decided not to ask for now.

Could it really be that his eyes were playing tricks, or was it just a hallucination? Huang Liang muttered to himself.

"What color is the stuff inside those two glasses?" Huang Liang asked.

"Manager Huang, it's black." the Security Team Captain replied truthfully.

Indeed it was black, not his hallucination; Huang Liang steadied himself and stood up. With many people around, maybe that thing had been scared off.

When faced with something he didn't understand, Huang Liang forgot everything Zheng Lao Ban had told him.

His legs felt a bit weak, but walking was fine. Especially with more people around, his courage rose and nothing bothered him.

He hurriedly left the manager's office, moved to another room, and only then felt a bit better.

However, he didn't dare let the Security Team Captain leave; he kept him nearby for company, picked up his phone, thought it over, and called Song Ying.

"Brother, I've run into something." Huang Liang said, stammering.

"This isn't——" he said, giving Song Ying a brief rundown of what had happened.

"Oh, oh."

Sure enough, on the other end Song Ying laughed and cried at once, then gave him a good scolding.

Huang Liang finally held his phone, dazed, thinking for a long time. Only then did he recall that Zheng Lao Ban seemed to have mentioned some illness.

But who would think of illness in such a situation? Even if sick, wouldn't urine color change directly?

Left sitting for so long, then suddenly changing color—how could that make sense?

This is basic common sense, yet Brother Song helped cover it up; Huang Liang smiled bitterly inside.

But then he thought, maybe Zheng Lao Ban was actually helping him; upon that thought, Huang Liang felt more spirited.

Arriving at Zheng Lao Ban's private room, he stood at the door, composed himself, and gently knocked.

The room seemed lively; pushing the door open, Huang Liang was instantly stunned.

A case of 1990s-era iron-capped Maotai, originally collector's-grade liquor. Judging by the vintage, Brother Song's offering was from the 1990 batch, rarely seen on the market.

Just selling this case of Maotai would surely cause a frenzy.

Yet twelve empty Maotai bottles filled a table, all opened and drunk.

Huang Liang felt a sudden pang of heartache for no reason.

These people really can waste… If it were me, I definitely wouldn't waste drinking 1990 iron-capped Maotai; wouldn't it be better to drink something newer?

The taste is a bit off, but how much worse could it be?

"Manager Huang, you're here, have a seat." Su Yun was drinking with great enthusiasm, while Chang Yue felt unwell, slightly tipsy.

At this moment, Su Yun already felt invincible.

Huang Liang bowed slightly, approached Zheng Ren and Su Yun with respect, and said, "Boss Zheng, I've done what you instructed."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren blinked in surprise.

After a few hours, Zheng Ren had already forgotten what had just happened.

"That, it turned black." Huang Liang said, his spine still shivering.

"Oh, that makes sense." Zheng Ren smiled, "Find time to give them an MRI, check the spine, then see a spinal specialist and ask about a treatment plan."

"Boss Zheng, nothing serious, right?" Huang Liang asked, though he already had a bad feeling.

"No problem." Zheng Ren laughed, "This ailment is just a bit of suffering, doesn't affect lifespan. As long as it's treated promptly, there's no issue."

"Manager Huang, please sit and speak." Su Yun was in high spirits, having tossed all her recent unhappiness to the clouds.

"I dare not, I dare not." Huang Liang said instinctively.

"What's with the formality?"

Huang Liang added a chair; looking at the table full of iron-capped Maotai, his heart ached. But it was just a pang, and he immediately began asking what was wrong with the pair of twin sisters.

Zheng Ren said nothing; Su Yun, eager, began to explain.

Soon Huang Liang realized he had misunderstood from the start.

Zheng Lao Ban wasn't just playing around; he genuinely intended to give them some guidance and treat their illness.

He found a slip of paper and jotted down, bit by bit, the illness Su Yun described and the tests to be done.

This matter scared him enough; in the end, he tossed and turned over it until it became about illness.

Is treating illness really this simple? Or is Zheng Lao Ban using medical treatment as a pretext to get himself through danger?

Thinking and thinking, Huang Liang went off track again. But whatever Zheng Lao Ban says goes; if he says it's an illness, it's an illness—he shouldn't argue.

He should focus on the medical check; these are his subordinates, Huang Liang wouldn't just abandon them. Besides, having heard Zheng Lao Ban's account of the situation, if he stayed silent, he'd have trouble explaining later.

【They said, quickly write a love song for refined and popular tastes.】

Zheng Ren's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Uh…… I'm coming right away."

"Alright, let Fan Tian Shui control the situation, don't hurt anyone!"

Zheng Ren said that in a low voice, then hung up.

"What's up, Boss?" Su Yun asked in surprise.

"Two families of patients are fighting at the Community Hospital." Zheng Ren said, "Go check it out."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, the on-duty doctor seems to have been scared silly." Zheng Renye had no choice, he sighed.

"Where there are people, there are disputes and noise; it's not uncommon for folks to come to blows over the slightest disagreement."

"And today we encountered it."

"We were about to finish this meal when Zheng Ren planned to go back and stand on the balcony with Xie Yiren to watch the spring rain and chat a while."

"Little did we expect another matter would arise."

"Thank you for the hospitality, Manager Huang." Su Yun said with a smile, grabbed her outerwear, threw it on, and went downstairs to pay the bill.

Manager Huang wouldn't hear of it, and Su Yun didn't insist either; she just made sure he wasn't being polite but genuinely wanted to treat her, then after only saying a polite remark, she left straight away.

Watching the crowd leave, Huang Liang's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

After all, Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er, who didn't think twice about a case of 1990 iron-capped Moutai, would they care about a meal bill?

Since it was a matter at the Community Hospital, Zheng Ren had Feng Xu Hui take Lao He and Lin Yuan home, so they didn't need to come along.

A scuffle between patients is, in truth, just an ordinary dispute, far below the level of a medical accident.

"Who's on duty tonight?" Upon getting in the car, Su Yun started opening her phone to look up the duty roster.

"You're the hands-off manager, you don't care about anything. No one's made the schedule, so it's all messed up." Su Yun said,

"Gu Xiao Ran is on duty, and tomorrow she's scheduled to be transferred to that position at Headquarters."