Chapter 2256: 2179 Superior Semicircular Canal Dehiscence Syndrome

"Zheng Lao Ban, I……" Dahungya forced himself to stay alert, trying not to "listen" to the countless noises around, his face stricken as he struggled to get up.

Just now Su Yun kicked him flying; Dahungya seemed to have no memory of it, instead desperately crawling up and then kneeling on the ground.

"Speak if you have something to say." Zheng Ren looked at Dahungya, smiling.

"Zheng Lao Ban?" Director Kong thought it strange—Zheng Lao Ban normally isn't like this; why does he wear a gloating smile when he sees someone coming to see him for treatment?

"Director, this guy used to be a medical troublemaker. When I was in Hai Cheng, I performed an interventional embolization procedure for a postpartum woman with bleeding from a scar; he brought people to cause trouble, claiming there was no family member's signature and the hospital had performed the surgery without consent." Zheng Ren said with a laugh.

Director Kong's gaze turned cold immediately.

"Not long ago I ran into him at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in Sheng Cheng; he was pretending to be a mystic, deceiving people by exploiting a patient with congenital paroxysmal exercise-induced movement disorder. I exposed him, and I don't know if he's been scamming again lately."

Having said that, Zheng Ren noticed Dahungya's eyes flickering and already had a guess in mind.

"Zheng Lao Ban, no no…… I've recently had a fortunate encounter, but my constitution is weak and I can't bear the blessing." Dahungya said softly.

The patients' family members standing around began to surge forward.

Everywhere it's the same—where there's excitement, there's never a shortage of onlookers.

"Come." Zheng Ren waved, then turned and gave Director Kong an apologetic smile.

"It's fine, I'll just watch." Director Kong said with a squinting smile.

He opened the door to the dressing room and Zheng Ren walked in.

Dahungya didn't bother to get up either—face meant nothing at this point. Curing the illness was the key; everything else was trivial.

He kicked me as soon as I approached, proving that Zheng Lao Ban and those around him bear a deep grudge against me. Since they haven't sent someone from afar to take my head, there may be another explanation, so I shouldn't act rashly.

Dahungya knew the score, and crawled on his knees into the dressing room.

"Good grief, do you have to kneel to see a doctor nowadays?"

"I've only heard that private clinics offer kneeling service, but I've never heard of a hospital where all patients must kneel."

"That's 912 awesome—you did register back then, right?"

"Right! Maybe those who registered don't have to, but this guy who barged in…"

As the patients and their families described things while gossiping, the story grew darker and harder to bear hearing.

Yet this is the kind of behavior that gossip‑loving crowds love to hear; the stranger and more sensational it is, the more it seems to stimulate the body's endocrine organs to release hormones that make people feel good.

Lin Yuan poked his head out at the doorway, curious, and ran over as well.

"Don't just stare at the commotion for nothing—be careful or your brains'll get splattered all over you." Su Yun said.

"Tch, you talk as if you really dare." Lin Yuan, having been scared stiff, didn't take Su Yun's threat seriously at all.

"Last time you saw him spit out bugs from his mouth—do you think this time he'll cough up a big rat? Not a lab white mouse, but a wild big black rat." Su Yun asked with a laugh.

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"The kind that's furry, claws bared, with half an intestine dangling from its mouth."

"Really disgusting."

"This guy is even more disgusting than a rat—I reckon he's done so many bad things even heaven can't stand it." Su Yun was especially pleased.

Dahungya put on an act; nobody present besides Lin Yuan took it seriously.

"He looks rather pitiful." Lin Yuan whispered.

"You haven't seen him when he's arrogant." Su Yun expressed contempt for Lin Yuan's sympathy, saying, "Once the Boss performed an interventional hemostasis procedure on a pregnant woman with a scarred uterus, afterward he led a mob to besiege the obstetrics and gynecology doctors, insisting the hospital had to do the surgery just to make dirty money."

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These things don't exist in Lin Yuan's thinking. Whether a surgery should be done isn't a matter of regulations and clinical procedures—does the fuss even matter?

She couldn't imagine what Zheng Ren had gone through back then.

"Come on, tell me what's going on." Zheng Ren leaned against the windowsill and asked with a chuckle.

"Zheng Lao Ban, a few days ago I was given a divine empowerment by an old immortal."

"Speak plainly." Su Yun lifted her foot in a threatening gesture, and Dahungya scrambled away, rolling and crawling to the side.

He earnestly put on the attitude of someone asking for a favor, recounting the whole story from beginning to end—except he concealed the earlier circumstances.

"Why would they do that? You're not telling the truth." Su Yun, as sharp as a monkey's hair, waited until Dahungya finished speaking, then found the loophole.

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Dahungya felt helpless and could only explain the matter in a halting, piecemeal way.

Lin Yuan stared wide‑eyed at Dahungya. "This guy's really that bad? His antics make me want to go up and kick him."

"It's fine." Zheng Ren chuckled, "It's not some divine empowerment; the old gentleman just gave you a lesson, and you've suffered some internal injury."

"Internal injury?" Dahungya stared in shock—had I been hit? No way—I just lightly touched my head and felt nothing.

"Seeing you cheat, I'll give you a lesson. If you don't repent and run into him again next time, I reckon your life won't be safe." Zheng Ren said seriously.

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Dahungya was speechless.

"Give him a lesson? All you did was pat my head?"

"Is that the lesson?"

"How can Zheng Lao Ban be so unreliable too."

Saying that, Zheng Ren asked Lin Yuan for a pen and paper, wrote a few characters, drew a smiley face, and said, "Get a check‑up, then find someone to do the surgery."

"Um……"

Although Dahungya was doubtful in his heart, he nevertheless hurried forward on his knees and took the paper.

It read——"Recommend a thin‑layer CT of the temporal bone," and after that a sentence added: "Taking the patient's self‑report into account, consider superior semicircular canal dehiscence syndrome."

"What a nonsense disease? Dahungya has been rolling around in hospitals for most of his life and has never heard of this so‑called superior semicircular canal dehiscence syndrome."

"All right, hurry up and see the doctor—I'm leaving." Zheng Ren said with a laugh, basically refusing to handle Dahungya's follow‑up treatment.

"No matter how you look at it, I find him repulsive—I don't want to endure the disgust and operate on him. Although doctors are supposed to have a parent's heart, Zheng Ren can only point out what Dahungya's illness is; that's already the limit of his tolerance, and he absolutely does not want to perform the surgery on him."

Besides, this kind of Shou Bing is done by neurosurgery in some hospitals and by ENT in others; these Skill Tree levels are low, and Zheng Ren also doesn't want the Enhancement of them.

"Get lost already." Su Yun glanced, making a move to kick Dahungya.

But Dahungya stared at that paper, dazed, and muttered: "Zheng Lao Ban, isn't it that after being touched on the head by an immortal, one gains supernatural powers? Is it really just an illness?"

"I've said it, but you still don't believe it—what are you looking for me for?"

Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to explain so much to him, impatiently sending Dahungya away, then followed Director Kong out to eat.