Chapter 237: 0231 Liver Fire (5/5, Bonus for Alliance Master Lurenyi)

Qin Liren was like an ant on a pot lid, unable to sit still.

Originally it was said that surgery might happen today, but early this morning the doctor who was the professor's assistant assigned to perform his surgery came over and said the surgery was postponed, then vanished without a trace.

He wanted to find someone to ask about the situation in detail, but after wandering around the whole morning, the entire ward had not a single doctor in sight.

Damn, I've seen a ghost!

Let's ask a nurse; the nurses are busy as bees, the ward has 54 beds but only eight or nine nurses on duty. They have no time to chat—who has the energy to attend to me?

At home everything is fine; away for a day it's hard.

At this moment, Qin Liren truly felt this.

It's so hard… really hard.

But he didn't give up, after all his condition couldn't be delayed. He also hadn't eaten or drunk anything, just wanting to see if there was any chance to have the surgery today.

Too bad, he couldn't find anyone to give a red envelope to.

At this point, Qin Liren regretted deeply; had he known, he wouldn't have come to the capital for treatment. He should have invited a professor to do the surgery in the provincial capital— the more comfortable, the better.

Although he had retired, there was still some influence to get a single room at the Second Affiliated Hospital of the Provincial Medical College.

If it weren't for his wife constantly worrying that inviting a professor would cause further delay, saying to just do it in the capital, Qin Liren would have already returned to the provincial capital.

Soon, after nine o'clock, the first patient was brought down.

Qin Liren walked back and forth outside that patient's ward, wanting to go in and ask about the situation, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

However, the patient's condition seemed fine, chatting and laughing, with nothing wrong, which made Qin Liren puzzled.

It must be that the surgery wasn't done seriously—how could real surgery be so easy?

But listening to the patient's account, he kept praising today's surgeon—could Qin Liren have guessed wrong? He suddenly realized that the doctor performing today's surgery was truly highly skilled.

Qin Liren felt a bit envious, but more so resentment.

I'm retired, and now that I'm gone, people treat me coldly—I can't even find a top‑notch doctor to do my surgery?

A surge of stagnant qi in his chest, old blood rushing up, Qin Liren's already dark‑looking face grew even uglier.

Less than an hour later, the second patient was also brought down.

Qin Liren didn't care about saving face; as the doctor hurried back to the operating room, he stopped him and asked, "Doctor, could you please tell me who is performing the surgery today?"

"Zheng Lao Ban is doing the surgery." The doctor was in a hurry, even showing a rare hint of impatience.

Such impatience is rarely seen on a doctor's face, except during emergency rescues—but then it's a matter of life and death; why is he so rushed now?

Zheng Lao Ban? Qin Liren immediately recalled the young doctor from Hai Cheng who had asked about his medical history.

But he immediately tossed that idea out of the window.

Hai Cheng, that god‑forsaken place—how could a big‑city doctor from the capital call a mere little doctor from there "Zheng Lao Ban"?

It's just that they share the same surname, that's all.

Qin Liren forced a twitch of his facial muscles, gave a strained smile, and asked, "Doctor, I see the patient has hardly any side effects—was the surgery done especially well?"

"Of course, today is a demonstration surgery. If you have nothing else, wait until the surgery ends and then come down." After saying that, the doctor sidestepped Qin Liren and jogged away.

Qin Liren felt envious, but the stronger his envy and longing grew, the heavier his resentment became.

Yet flowers may bloom again, but a person cannot regain youth.

His son works in Xi Gu; this time he didn't tell him about his illness, fearing it would disrupt his work. His son can't be relied on, and he himself is retired—from now on, things will probably stay like this.

Qin Liren sighed, his heart filled with countless worries.

Soon, the third patient was also brought down.

This patient was Qin Liren's wardmate, the black‑faced man who had first greeted him. This morning the surgical patients had been moved to another ward; Qin Liren had exchanged a few words with him, so he considered them acquainted and squeezed in.

The doctor who brought the patient down was not the same one as before; it was another person.

Yet their expressions and behavior were identical—rushing down, then rushing off.

"Did the surgery go smoothly?" Qin Liren asked the patient, still somewhat reserved.

"It went fine, bro—I'm telling you, the doctor who did the surgery today is absolutely awesome." The black‑faced man grinned so wide his mouth couldn't close.

"Huh? You even understand surgery?" Qin Liren blinked in surprise.

"I don't know anything about it. But I understand the principle!"

Lying on the operating table, looking through the glass, he saw another room packed with doctors—only a few directors seated, the rest standing, with some even spilling into the hallway. The black‑faced man said: "They said today was a demonstration surgery; at first I thought a foreigner was going to operate on me? Anyway, it was a huge crowd watching."

"……" Qin Liren looked down on the inexperienced black‑faced patient, while a feeling of sadness welled up inside him.

"The surgery was quick and good—really great. I didn't even feel anything; I had just closed my eyes to nap when it was over." The man said: "But I didn't use a hemostatic pad, so I have to stay in bed for a day. You know, a pad costs over a thousand; although you can get up after four hours post‑op, if I stay in bed a day I can earn an extra thousand or so—where else could you find such a good deal, right, bro?"

"……" The dark qi on Qin Liren's face grew even thicker.

"But I don't think they're foreigners; the doctor who operated on me had black eyes, and looking at them made me feel especially reassured." The black‑faced man kept chuckling and talking on.

Qin Liren, however, had no interest in listening further; his liver fire flared, burning his whole body with discomfort.

He turned and left, forgetting even to say goodbye to the black‑faced man.

Back on his hospital bed, Qin Liren sat there fuming, unwilling to say a word.

"Old man, what's wrong?" his wife picked up an apple, intending to peel it for him.

"I won't eat; I want the surgery!" Qin Liren snapped.

"If you don't eat, I will." Qin Liren's wife was already used to his temper.

Getting angry is a useless emotion—everyone knows that. But liver patients just have bad tempers; they can't control themselves either.

While Qin Liren was still angry, the last patient was also brought down.

This time the doctors weren't rushing; after the two doctors escorted the patient down, they walked slowly, chatting idly.

Qin Liren immediately jumped up, wanting to ask when he could finally have his surgery.

"Zheng Lao Ban is incredibly skilled," said one doctor.

"Nonsense—if he weren't skilled, how could Director Kong have invited him to do the demonstration surgery?"

Director Kong already said that, he also participated in the research process.

You also believe the Boss's words—look at Director Kong being busy all day; does he have time to do research?

However, Zheng Lao Ban is truly talented at a young age; we must keep his contact information so we can invite him to come here for surgery later.

Qin Liren tailed behind the two doctors, eavesdropping.

Just then, a familiar voice came over: "Old Brother Liren."

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Well, although I've said it many times, I still need to thank everyone. In 11 days, 4200 monthly tickets—really impressive. A friend joked that ahead of me lies the sea of stars. But I feel I have Wang Wu and Tai Hang on my shoulders. The pressure is huge~~~ First, I'll make up the updates; I estimate I'll need to make up for a month. I can't burst out updates with monthly tickets, but I still ask for Yue Piao Tui Jian Piao. Thank you for everyone's support, Jiu Gong~~~