Chapter 2219: 2142 Cerebral Hemorrhage Patients Were Scared Away

Entered the resuscitation room, Zheng Ren saw a patient lying on a stretcher, the system panel slightly red, the diagnosis clear as day, crystal clear.

It's fine!

During the physical exam, the patient's left eye was bandaged; Zheng Ren Gang wanted to touch the gauze, but was blocked by the patient's wailing family member beside him.

However, Zheng Renye didn't mind and began examining the right eye.

The pupil's light reflex was gone, and during convergence movement the pupil constricted sluggishly. After testing several times with a penlight, Zheng Ren returned the penlight to Zhou Litao, unintentionally touching the patient's biceps and triceps a few times, which didn't resemble a neurological exam.

Afterwards he simply checked the knee reflex, did a perfunctory check, and walked slowly out.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Zheng Lao Ban, the neurological exam..." Zhou Litao hurriedly caught up to Zheng Ren and whispered a reminder.

"It's fine, I saw his condition." Zheng Ren said, "It's not a cerebral hemorrhage."

"..." Zhou Litao was puzzled and froze.

"Who is the patient's family member who can make decisions!" Zheng Ren said.

"Who are you?" said the middle-aged man who had just been talking to the woman in the red windbreaker.

"I'm Professor Zheng from 912; you, come with me." Zheng Ren pointed at the frivolous young man and then hurried toward the back door.

"I still don't believe it, who do you think you are?" the frivolous middle-aged man muttered, but he was obviously still afraid, calling a few people to follow him out.

Zhou Litao feared Zheng Lao Ban would suffer a loss and wanted to go along, but Zheng Ren stopped him, saying, "Watch the driver who caused the accident; before the police arrive, don't let her make any decisions."

That sentence was like kicking a hornet's nest; the frivolous middle-aged man instantly flew into a rage, the few people beside him shouting, and it looked like the situation was about to get out of control.

Zhou Litao was somewhat worried, but seeing Zheng Lao Ban glare at those people like a lion eyeing a flock of sheep, he said nothing. Following Zheng Ren's instructions, he honestly went to watch the woman in the red windbreaker.

Lin Yuan was somewhat anxious, she leaned close to Zhou Litao and whispered, "Manager Zhou, should we call the police?"

"It's fine, wait for Zheng Lao Ban to come back." Zhou Litao was actually quite calm at this moment.

Whatever Zheng Lao Ban says, do it; don't cause extra trouble—this is also a summary of the rich clinical experience of the Emergency Department.

If it were him himself, he would already be at a loss by now. But with Zheng Lao Ban present, what is there to fear?

Although he didn't know how to resolve this, since Zheng Lao Ban had stepped forward, there was nothing to hesitate about.

Lin Yuan, however, was quite anxious, looking around, feeling somewhat flustered.

Don't let them start fighting…… just thinking about a fight made Lin Yuan even more panicked. Her heart pounded, her worry unbearable.

Time ticked by second by second; the woman in the red windbreaker who had been speaking also fell silent, she stood up, leaned against the wall, and quietly waited for the outcome of that conversation.

Only the two people wailing in the resuscitation room didn't know what had happened and kept wailing.

Time ticked by second by second; Lin Yuan felt her heartbeat growing stronger. Her eardrums seemed to beat along with her heart, like a drum.

Zheng Lao Ban is practically a national treasure; those hands of his are for performing Nobel Prize–level techniques—if he ever gets into a fight with someone and gets bumped, what then!

Her heart thumping, Lin Yuan several times wanted to go, but in the end she restrained herself.

Zheng Lao Ban is the same; if there's something that can't be said to someone's face, he insists on going to a deserted place outside to mutter.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Zhou Litao softly comforted Lin Yuan.

"Several people have gone out." Lin Yuan looked at the side door; Zheng Lao Ban hadn't come back yet.

"No matter how many people, I'm not afraid; not long ago Zheng Lao Ban went to Nanyang on a mission and seemed to run into some trouble." Zhou Litao also worried, he earnestly sought out various gossip, comforting Lin Yuan while also comforting himself.

"Huh?" Lin Yuan, unaware of this, looked at Zhou Litao in surprise.

"I heard from my southern classmates that Zheng Lao Ban beat the red-flower double staff of a thousand-year-old poison-cultivating family until they were like dogs." Zhou Litao said: "It was brutal; in the end, that side, to make amends, even severed their own arm, and Zheng Lao Ban didn't even glance at them."

"Ugh... honest and simple Zheng Lao Ban being that bloody and violent? I didn't see it coming."

Lin Yuan started worrying again, but not about Zheng Lao Ban; rather, she worried about those few people watching the frivolous young man.

Don't really beat them up badly; that would be hard to explain.

Just finished the liver transplant surgery; if the patient has any problems, they're still waiting for Zheng Lao Ban to handle them.

Lin Yuan's heart, a thousand twists and turns.

A few minutes later, the leading frivolous middle-aged man walked in.

Strangely, he had a full face of smiles; in the midst of chatting and laughing, a hint of flattery and fawning could be seen.

"..." Zhou Litao and Lin Yuan both stared dumbfounded.

"What the hell is going on?" Not fighting would be fine enough, but a few little thugs brimming with anger followed Zheng Lao Ban out and came back completely changed.

Could it be that Zheng Lao Ban broke stones on his chest and scared them all?

Afterwards Zheng Lao Ban entered, just as before, his expression calm as water, his body steady as a mountain, stepping with the same pace; seeing him put people at ease.

"Zheng Lao Ban, thanks for today's matter; we're leaving now." The middle-aged man clasped his fists and said politely, "You're magnanimous; let's part here. If we meet again by rivers and lakes, fate will bring us together in the jianghu—I, brother, will treat you; please don't refuse."

"Oh, okay." Zheng Ren gave a casual, indifferent reply.

"All right." The middle-aged man then strode to the resuscitation room door and called out.

Although it was unclear why, even those observing the wind direction and the woman who had been speaking to the red windbreaker quickly slipped away, as if they had nothing to do with this matter at all.

Only the two women wailing in the resuscitation room didn't know what had happened outside and kept crying.

"You damn fool, stop howling like a ghost!" the middle-aged man cursed.

The wailing stopped instantly; the people inside looked sheepishly at the door, momentarily unable to react.

The frivolous middle-aged man walked in and slapped the face of the person lying on the stretcher.

"Still pretending to be a corpse, get lost!"

That person removed the gauze from his eyes, nimbly jumped off the stretcher with agile steps, didn't ask why, and left directly.

One second the emergency department was chaotic, the next it had calmed down; these successive changes left Zhou Litao, Lin Yuan, and all the medical staff of the emergency department staring dumbfounded.

Holy crap, how did Zheng Lao Ban threaten them? Does it have to be this brutal? Even cerebral hemorrhage patients ran away!

The image that appeared in everyone's mind was Zheng Lao Ban choking the middle-aged man's neck, threatening to kill his whole family… people of that age mostly have seen gangster movies.

Zheng Lao Ban is truly accomplished in both civil and martial arts.

Although they knew the likelihood of such a thing happening was small, everyone still liked to think that way. But no matter how they thought, it was too strange that even cerebral hemorrhage patients had run off.

A few seconds later, after breaking through the mental set, everyone gradually guessed the truth.

"Zheng Lao Ban, thanks!" The middle-aged man finally left, and as he walked away he gave a deep Jiu Gong.

Having said that, he left without looking back.