Chapter 2388

2393.2307 Looks Unprofessional at a Glance (Alliance Leader Aaxxee Bonus Chapter 4)

Su Yun wore a look that said, "I knew it would be like this."

"Boss, are you tired?" Su Yun said contemptuously, "You flew all the way here just to see a patient with movement disorder?"

"If I run into them, I'll just take a look; who knows, maybe I'll meet them later— isn't that clinical experience?" Zheng Ren didn't mind, saying as he went to pay the hospitalization deposit, explaining the patient's ward, bed number, and name, then stuffed the paper file bag in.

Holding the deposit receipt, Zheng Ren went to the ward again.

It was late at night and the ward corridors were full of patients. Although adding beds is not allowed in tertiary hospitals, the rules are just rules.

They won't let us add beds, and they won't let us shunt patients off. Neither works, and doctors really have it rough. In short, this group is entirely a scapegoat role—some just bear more blame, some less.

In the ward, two patient family members were keeping watch; seeing Zheng Ren enter, the awake family member stared for a moment, then immediately recognized him as that professor from Di Du.

What is he here for? The patient's family members were a bit puzzled.

"Li Zhu ren stuffed the money into my hand, and I paid the hospitalization fee." Zheng Ren said, "Here is the deposit slip; keep it safe."

"Professor Zheng, you…"

"The patient is asleep; don't disturb his sleep." Zheng Ren shoved the deposit slip into the family member's hand and turned to leave.

Watching the young figure walk away, the patient's son felt a bit dazed.

"Second brother, who came?"

"Professor Zheng Ren from Di Du."

The person lying in bed, sleeping, became a bit more alert and asked in surprise, "Hasn't Professor Zheng already come to see our father once? Why is he coming again?"

"Li Zhu ren gave him the money, he paid the hospitalization fee, and then brought it back." After saying that, the patient's son himself felt a bit amused.

"Giving a red envelope is supposed to be the norm, so how could someone refuse it?" But this "joke," without thinking, once he pondered it deeply, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Brother, could it be that Professor Zheng himself thinks his skill is lacking and dares not accept it?"

"Um… he looks young, but Li Zhu ren said his surgery is exceptionally good. Moreover, I asked around—no one usually dares to do live‑streamed surgery; if he messed up, he'd have no face to show as a person afterwards."

"Business mutual puffing—don't you get that?" The patient's little son, lying in bed, carefully sat up and said, "Go outside and say it; our father finally managed to fall asleep."

The two of them glanced cautiously at the old man; seeing him sleeping soundly, they tiptoed out.

"If you ask me, this Professor Zheng just looks unreliable."

"Don't say that; after all, he was recommended by Li Zhu ren."

"But Li Zhu ren said he was a doctor from the Intervention Department, whereas our father's condition is a general surgery issue. Besides, he doesn't even dare to take money—do you think he feels guilty? Just hearing the words 'live‑stream' makes him seem like not a proper doctor."

"Um…"

"Or we should go find the director of Jinling Tumor Hospital, call the eldest brother over, and discuss it. I already thought he was too young and unreliable. This guy doesn't even dare to accept money—Second Brother, do you think it's okay?"

"Then let's call the eldest brother, and the three of us will discuss it together."

"My classmate works at Jinling Tumor Hospital; if we need to make a decision, we should do it now—what time is it anyway? Don't waste people's sleep."

"But is that appropriate? Li Zhu ren's side…"

"No matter what you think, I feel our father shouldn't be used as a practice case; we must find the most skilled doctor to perform the surgery!"

"Alright."

……

……

Zheng Ren didn't know what was happening over there; he walked out of the ward and followed the signs on the floor all the way to the Emergency Department.

He also didn't know what the Emergency Department was like—how many patients there were, how strong the emergency rescue forces were—Zheng Ren pondered.

Walking down the corridor of the Emergency Department, Zheng Ren smelled the disinfectant, a familiar scent. Whether in the ward or the emergency area, there are all kinds of smells.

What he fears most is a strong alcohol smell; this has nothing to do with Zheng Ren not drinking—it's mainly because large amounts of alcohol are used when handling corpses after someone dies.

If there is a thick alcohol smell, it means another life has left this world.

The Emergency Department was somewhat quiet, unlike what Zheng Ren had imagined; it seemed like a pleasant night, everyone calm. Where were the patients with chorea? Zheng Ren looked east and west, but found none.

"Should we call Li Zhu ren to ask?" Su Yun asked.

"No need; he's probably gone for a check‑up." Zheng Ren said, "Let's talk about it later—this condition isn't that urgent; it could take any amount of time."

A doctor was leaning against the examination room door, speaking with a patient; Zheng Ren glanced and saw it was an internal medicine consultation room.

No, looking at it this way, he probably came for nothing tonight. He glanced at the patient's diagnosis, pricked up his ears to listen to the doctor‑patient conversation.

"What have you eaten?" the doctor asked lazily.

"One mango."

"What else did you eat?"

"Another mango."

Zheng Ren heard this bizarre exchange, curiously took a closer look, and the patient's system panel showed nothing abnormal.

There are also quite a few people who come to see a doctor in the middle of the night for no reason; they're just acting on a whim.

"How many mangoes did you eat in total, and how big were they?" the doctor raised the corner of an eye and asked the patient.

"Six mangoes." the patient said, "This big."

She gestured like this.

"You're just full and bloated; go home and sleep it off." The Emergency Department doctor said impatiently, "Give me the registration slip, and I'll stamp it for a refund."

"Doctor, I'm really fine, right?" the young female patient asked anxiously.

"You say you're fine, but why eat so many mangoes for no reason? Anyone who gulps down that many mangoes would feel uncomfortable." The Emergency Department internal medicine doctor wore a look of disdain, his tone none too good.

However, the patient said nothing, picked up the registration slip, and left.

Afterward he glanced at Zheng Ren and asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable? Internal medicine or surgery?"

"I'm fine; I came to find someone."

"The Psychiatry Department isn't open at night; come tomorrow morning." The internal medicine doctor said offhand.

"……"

Zheng Ren was inexplicably retorted a bit, but he didn't get angry, he gave a slight smile.

People, everyone has times when they're in a bad mood; who knows if this doctor in front of us always talks like this or is just waking up on the wrong side of the bed, not speaking nicely even when there's nothing wrong.

But having Su Yun around, Zheng Ren had long grown accustomed to this way of speaking.

Someone behind him pushed a wheelchair back; the patient sat in the wheelchair, not old, holding a stack of test reports in hand.

Zheng Ren glanced at the System Panel: seasonal flu, nothing serious.

The emergency internal medicine doctor waved a hand, unwilling to walk even a step. When the patient was pushed over, he took the test report, glanced at it, and said: "Your illness isn't treatable with medicine."

"Wah……" the patient sitting in the wheelchair, hearing him say that, was somewhat bewildered. After a few seconds of silence, they burst into tears.