Chapter 2393: 2311 Seizing the Knife

Director Li Zhu ren, his heart full of anger, looked at the three sons of the patient before him.

They were summoned from home in the dead of night; merely getting out of bed angry wasn't enough, this bunch actually wanted to swap knives in the middle of the surgery!

This is the pace of selling out teammates!

Director Li Zhu ren felt his recent luck was surely terrible; otherwise why would he encounter such things? This gang of pig‑teammates, what will they drag him down into?

It's utterly shameless—what's wrong with Boss Zheng? His surgery is top‑notch nationwide and even worldwide. In the livestream, his interventional embolization followed by liver cancer resection, liver transplants, and Ge Xie disease procedures all showcase an extremely high surgical standard.

And they, they actually want to swap knives in the heat of battle!

However, shouting insults is completely useless; Feng County isn't big, and everyone's social circles more or less overlap.

The patient's three sons were also crazy, mobilizing almost all their connections. In the middle of the night, Director Li Zhu ren was angry while receiving over a dozen pleading calls.

The patient's relatives put on a posture of not fighting back or talking back. Director Li Zhu ren felt resentful in his heart—his good intentions were treated like dog's lungs and liver.

Nowadays, it's impossible to be a good person.

Now Young Boss Zheng has no idea how to explain this on his side—is he letting a pigeon go, or is he a fat, tender pigeon himself?

From now on, don't even think about getting close to Young Boss Zheng; just not being suppressed by him in academia is already good.

If in the future at the academic conference Young Boss Zheng uses this as an example, our side…… Director Li Zhu ren thought and thought, and almost cried.

He really just wanted to kick the patient out of the hospital, cut off all ties, and tell Young Boss Zheng that he too was forced, with no other option.

Sigh, Director Li Zhu ren let out a long sigh and started looking for another solution. He suggested the patient go to Jinling for treatment—you can find a professor there to do the surgery, so just go and stay in Jinling hospital.

He couldn't do that.

Leaving aside those pleading calls, just the diagnosis of late‑stage pancreatic head cancer makes it impossible for him to discharge the patient.

The patient's three sons had already worked it out, smiling apologetically while firmly saying someone at home had already gone to Jinling to fetch Director Xia of the Tumor Hospital.

Director Li Zhu ren's head was buzzing with pain.

He didn't dare be too forceful, not only because the patient's condition was grave, but also because of the prevailing attitudes.

If it were thirty years ago, he would have unhesitatingly kicked the patient out—let them go wherever they wanted to see, couldn't they? They could find someone themselves to do the surgery.

But nowadays society sees medicine as a service industry. Director Li Zhu ren doesn't understand—how did it become a service industry?

Even if it were a service industry, who sees people bringing their own cook to a restaurant? If they did that, the head chef would probably storm out with a knife, ready to fight.

Not even a restaurant cook measures up; Director Li Zhu ren thought this, making him feel even more resentful.

After cursing countless MMPs in his heart, he fell into insomnia.

Tossing and turning, wanting to cry but no tears.

This is a night many people can't sleep, for example Director Li Zhu ren, for example the patient's three sons, for example Director Xia of Jinling.

But Zheng Ren slept soundly.

The next morning, he got up and washed up.

He had agreed with Xiao Yi Ren to see the early morning of Feng County, which amounted to the two of them opening another map. Thinking of traveling the world's every corner with Xiao Yi Ren, Zheng Ren felt inexplicably happy.

But as he took Yi Ren's hand and went downstairs, he saw Director Li Zhu ren facing him, face pale, eyes dark‑circles. He looked as if he'd just been beaten with an old fist, full of grievance.

"Director Li, did you work all night?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile, "Has the patient's condition been diagnosed clearly?"

Director Li Zhu ren's face was a bit red; Boss Zheng was still caring for his own distant relatives, but he didn't know he had already been robbed of his knife.

How could he say that out loud? Just thinking about it broke Director Li Zhu ren's heart.

Seeing Director Li Zhu ren's face change repeatedly, Zheng Ren felt strange and asked, "Director Li, what's wrong with you? Could the patient's condition have changed?"

Zheng Ren recalled everything: the diagnosis of Big Pig Trotter was clear, and he had prudently had Director Li Zhu ren check for other related illnesses; logically there should be no problem.

At the very least, a symptomatic treatment to lower blood sugar would ease the patient's symptoms.

It really is strange.

"Boss Zheng, that… that…" Director Li Zhu ren stammered.

Zheng Ren felt a bit anxious; he held Xiao Yi Ren's hand and felt her pinch him, reminding him not to be anxious.

Calming himself, Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "What exactly is it? There's nothing we can't say, right?"

"Boss Zheng, the family of the pancreatic head cancer patient says they want to invite Director Xia of Jinling to perform the surgery." Director Li Zhu ren said, gathering his courage.

Zheng Ren was speechless—could this be the aftermath of returning the red envelope? If so, that would truly be speechless.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren held Yi Ren's little hand, feeling good; he didn't want these matters to disturb his alone time with her.

"If we don't do it, we don't do it; later I'll tell Su Yun to transfer the flying‑knife money to you and refund the family." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Trouble, could you tell me how to get to Mangyang Old Store?"

"No, no, no." Seeing Boss Zheng misunderstand his meaning—thinking he wanted flying‑knife money early in the morning—Director Li Zhu ren hurriedly explained, "I've been cursing them all night on my side, those guys…… sigh. I'm here to apologize to you; please don't get angry."

"Not angry; finish the surgery early and go home, there's still a lot going on at home." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Trouble, could you tell me how to get to Mangyang Old Store?"

"Ah?"

"Zhang Weiyu's Mangyang Old Store—I'm going to have a look at the sign of this century‑old brand." Zheng Ren said with a chuckle, showing no trace of anger or irritability.

Director Li Zhu ren blankly pointed the way for Boss Zheng, and sensibly didn't tag along. Boss Zheng was clearly intending to enjoy a private world; if he followed and became a third wheel, he'd surely offend them.

His caution saved him, so he never truly touched the thing that would actually make Boss Zheng angry.

Watching Boss Zheng's receding figure, Director Li Zhu ren let out a long sigh and went back to prepare to receive Director Xia of Jinling.

They're all elders; he must not offend any of them.

Indeed…… Director Xia too—who hears of swapping knives mid‑surgery? That breaks the rules. He drove back with a furrowed brow, preparing the surgery‑related matters.

There's a lot to do—Boss Zheng brought an anesthetist and an instrument nurse, but this operating room wasn't prepared at all. They still needed to find the anesthesia department, add an anesthetist and an instrument nurse to set up the table.

As for the assistant, I can only do it myself. I didn't sleep well last night, and today my condition is poor. But that's not the main point; anyway, Shou Bing Li Zhu ren knows he can't do it himself, he's just acting as an assistant.

Sigh, why go through this trouble again, Li Zhu ren began to busy himself with a worried and bitter expression.