Chapter 2453: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Lao Ban, this patient. The resident doctor brought Zheng Ren into the ward and came to the patient's bedside.

Zheng Ren saw the patient lying on his side without expression, gazing at the sky outside the window, his eyes devoid of any luster. Like a fish thrown onto the shore, only breathing remained.

Wei Qingsen, Zheng Lao Ban has come to see you. The resident doctor said to the patient.

The patient said nothing, as if he hadn't heard, his eyes fixed on the window, his gaze somewhat scattered and pallid.

Zheng Ren felt that the person lying in bed was more than just a patient. The recent commotion seemed to have dealt him a major blow; the whole person was listless, utterly devoid of vitality.

His belly was large, full of ascites; he, who should have been struggling to breathe and maintaining a semi-reclining position, now lay on his side, as if even the air lacked its usual sweetness.

Wei Qingsen? Zheng Ren lightly tapped the patient's arm, but all that greeted him was a deathlike silence.

If it weren't for the System Panel, Zheng Ren would surely have fumbled to check his blood pressure and other vital signs.

In the hospital, just staring motionlessly like that is frightening.

After examining the System Panel twice carefully, there were no new developments; Zheng Ren sighed.

Nothing is sadder than a dead heart; that must be what lies before us. According to the resident doctor, this Wei Qingsen before us should have been a successful person with a thriving career, yet his final years are truly miserable.

Zheng Lao Ban, shall we put him on monitoring? Seeing Wei Qingsen silent, his eyes filled with a deathly air, the resident doctor felt uneasy and quickly asked.

Put him on monitoring. Zheng Ren did not become careless just because the System Panel was present; he still agreed with the resident doctor's suggestion.

Soon, a nurse came in carrying the ECG Monitor, applied the electrode pads to Wei Qingsen, and connected them to monitor his vital signs.

The values shown on the screen were fine except for a slightly low blood oxygen saturation.

The resident doctor still wanted to ask Wei Qingsen to answer questions; although he could see the patient had suffered a severe blow, he could not rule out hepatic encephalopathy.

Don't trouble yourself; I'll stay here and watch, you go about your work. Zheng Ren said quietly while sitting on the small stool beside the bed, looking at the patient.

The resident doctor still had some sense; with Zheng Lao Ban sitting there, to go "busy" would be a joke.

He stood beside Zheng Ren, daring not to say another word. The other patients and their families in the ward also dared not speak.

The scene was extremely awkward.

The resident doctor looked at Zheng Lao Ban's face from the side, feeling inwardly how young he was. He stood with hands at his sides, wanting to get closer but daring not to do anything, for fear of displeasing Zheng Lao Ban.

After all, such a melodramatic incident had occurred; nobody would be happy about it, so it's better not to rush forward and invite trouble.

The room was very quiet; only the blood pressure cuff attached to the ECG Monitor would make a sound each time it measured blood pressure every five minutes.

The ward had both old and new patients, intermingled. If the surgeries were successful, using the old patients' reputation to reassure the new ones is a tactic.

Of course, this tactic only works if the surgeries are done well. If a patient has a problem, it could make all the other patients distrust the hospital.

People influence and interact with each other; wanting to control one's own fate is no easy task.

The old and new patients were clearly acquainted; they all knew that Surgery 912 by Zheng Lao Ban was well done, and they looked at Zheng Ren with reverence.

Zheng Ren also stopped calling Wei Qingsen; he simply sat at the head of the bed, watching him gaze out the window with a scattered look, his eyes seeming to be shrouded by countless gloom that blocked any lively vitality.

He knew that even if the patient before him underwent surgery, he likely would not live much longer.

People, for the most part, live for a single obsession. Especially those on the brink of death, sometimes for an obsession they can create miracles that doctors would find unbelievable.

When Zheng Ren was in Hai Cheng, he encountered a terminal cancer patient who, in order to wait for the family reunion over the New Year, clung to life for seven days. On the morning of the first day of the lunar new year, he got up, sat on the bed, had his face wiped by family members, drank a bowl of porridge, and then passed away peacefully.

Such cases are many; in the oncology department, the period around the New Year is also when patient deaths tend to concentrate.

Because of a single obsession, some people can surpass medical predictions and linger much longer; others, having lost the will to live, die quickly.

These are things modern medicine cannot explain, yet every clinical doctor knows them.

After a long while, several family members returned together with Chang Yue.

Zheng Ren looked up and saw they were no longer arguing. Although they were not as affectionate as a family, there was a sense of estrangement. Yet it was just that—completely free of the previous antagonism.

Chief Zheng, we're done; let the family and patient have a brief chat. Chang Yue's voice was a little hoarse.

Zheng Ren nodded, stood up, and glanced at the ECG Monitor.

With the vital signs stable, he said in a low voice: "Record the numbers; write them into the chart later."

This is a method of guarding against gentlemen but not against petty people; Zheng Ren actually had no better option. He worried that if the patient and family started arguing, it could directly trigger a myocardial infarction.

Although the Big Pig Trotter gave no hint, it's still best to be as careful as possible.

Arriving in the hallway, Zheng Ren asked: "Is it settled?"

The family sat down to talk; their matter is settled. Chang Yue said coldly.

From Chang Yue's words, Zheng Ren sensed something amiss; combined with her tone and expression when she had just called him out, he confirmed his suspicion.

The eldest daughter and the current mistress each get a set of housing in Di Du, plus cash. The amount of cash wasn't specified; they'll keep negotiating. Chang Yue said, "The rest goes to the current wife."

……

Zheng Ren sighed, "Is this dividing the inheritance? But the person isn't even dead yet!"

However, he didn't ask, not uttering another word. How the patient's family and the patient himself would choose—no amount of clarity could change that.

The resident doctor felt a pang of envy; even a set of housing in Di Du, even if outside the Fifth Ring, is worth a great deal of money.

He licked his lips a little enviously.

【They said to write quickly……】

The phone rang; Zheng Ren took it out and glanced at it—it was Su Yun.

I'm at the Community Hospital.

Oh, then come over; I still need to spend some time here.

After saying that briefly, he hung up.

Three people stood in the hallway; in the distance, Fan Tian Shui walked back and forth, exuding the aura of a dragon and tiger. Just the presence of that man was enough to suppress anyone else's desire to watch the excitement.

More than ten minutes later, Zheng Ren heard arguing voices coming from the ward, followed by a hoarse voice saying: "Discharge, go home."

A few seconds later, Wei Qingsen's current wife came out. She greeted Zheng Ren and the resident doctor in a gentle and refined manner.

Afterwards, she cordially said to Chang Yue: "Doctor Chang, sorry to have troubled you. Old Wei said he wants to be discharged; you handle the paperwork on your end, and I'll sign."