Chapter 2491: 2404 Old Wang Next Door

After hearing the last sentence, Zheng Ren froze for a moment, tore off his sterile gown in one motion, and asked in a low voice: "Are the patient's family members fighting, or are they fighting with our people?"

"It's said to be the patient's relatives; the boss downstairs wanted to break it up but got hit in the head." Feng Jianguo said: "Zheng Lao Ban, don't go down yet; wait for security to arrive before speaking."

Zheng Ren said nothing and strode out.

Zheng Ren thought to himself, "Don't cause another Fang Lin incident again."

"Boss, be careful." Su Yun followed behind, saying solemnly.

"Hmm."

The two also didn't change clothes, leaving the operating room through the main door while wearing isolation gowns.

Outside the operating room it was quiet; it probably wasn't happening here. Zheng Ren glanced around, then strode off, running straight to the gastroenterology surgery department.

"What the hell is going on these days?" Su Yun said: "From what I heard from Brother Feng, it's not aimed at the hospital."

"Don't you think the child's mother's tone of voice is off?" Zheng Ren said while running.

"Hmm, it's a bit abnormal; let's go down and check before saying more."

Jogging all the way, the two weren't particularly worried, after all the gastroenterology inpatient chief still had time to make a phone call, proving the situation wasn't like the big black umbrella incident; it belonged to the most severe sudden, awful circumstances.

Upon arriving at gastroenterology surgery, before even entering the ward they heard a roar from inside, hoarse and exhausted like an injured wild wolf.

Zheng Ren listened carefully; it sounded like the child's mother.

When speaking with the doctor she was still gentle, and one could see her concern and worry for the child.

At this time, shouldn't the pre‑operative briefing be finished, with the patient's relatives anxiously waiting outside the operating room? Why would they be fighting in the ward?

Zheng Ren walked into the ward while thinking.

A middle‑aged man leaned against the wall of the doctor's office, his hair not long, somewhat disheveled and slightly greasy. He wore a habitual servile expression, his waist slightly bent, and there were scratches from fingernails on his face.

Blood streaks crisscrossed his cheeks, making his servile look a little ferocious.

Zheng Ren had never seen this person before; to him he was just a blur. Only the facial wounds were obvious; Zheng Ren could tell at a glance that it was nothing serious—just damage to the epidermis, barely reaching the dermis.

In front of the middle‑aged man, the young patient's mother no longer bothered to keep her elegant, beautiful demeanor, and was slapping him wildly with her hands.

Meanwhile, the father who arrived first stood blank‑faced on the other side, his legs trembling, his suit somewhat disheveled.

It was a dispute between the patient's relatives, and it was only shouting and hitting; there should be nothing serious.

Su Yun went around behind the patient's mother, grabbed the gastroenterology surgery inpatient chief by the arm, pulled him to a spot where fewer onlookers were gathered, and asked: "Chief Lan, what's going on?"

Chief Lan held his head; there was a bit of blood seeping between his fingers.

Not fearing blood, the head's blood circulation is especially rich; a small wound bleeds, and you definitely can't stop it with your hand.

The injury seemed minor, so Su Yun didn't pay much attention.

"Yun Ge'er, I'm having a rough time…… they started fighting as soon as they met, and I've been listening here for a while but still can't figure it out." Chief Lan looked bewildered.

"Tell me what happened." Su Yun snapped impatiently.

"Isn't this the pre‑operative briefing I was doing downstairs? That magnetic ball thing—Zheng Lao Ban thought the child might have swallowed it, so I urged the family to hurry up and fetch it."

"After all the paperwork was signed, that man showed up holding a package box with a bunch of magnetic balls still inside. He said 92 were missing..."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren sensed something odd and hummed with his nose.

"Then what?" Su Yun asked next.

"Then the patient's mother went crazy, grabbing him and hitting him while shouting what he was eating for."

"A nanny? Doesn't seem like it." Su Yun glanced over; the woman was still hitting the man. Her hair was disheveled, she had hardly any strength left, and she was uttering meaningless words no one could understand.

It seemed she was cursing, using the most vicious language she could think of to curse that man.

But exactly what she was saying, only she herself knows.

Even if she were a nanny, you couldn't beat her like that. Could it be a complicated family situation like divorce or remarriage? Zheng Ren also pondered that.

"Yun Ge'er, the man just said one sentence, I think there's a problem." Chief Lan leaned in to whisper to Su Yun's ear, but she pushed him away.

He dug at his ears, displeased, and said: "Hurry up and speak; getting this close is disgusting."

"Heh." Chief Lan gave an embarrassed laugh: "The man said it should have been the day Old Wang came to stay at their house the day before yesterday; he saw the child eat something. He mentioned it then, but nobody paid attention."

"..."

Zheng Ren and Su Yun both froze for a moment.

This remark came out of nowhere—what does it mean? Old Wang came to sleep at their house? Is the Old Wang next door really that brazen?

"Anything else?" Su Yun asked.

"Nope, that's it. The man explained in one sentence, then the woman went berserk and attacked him. I tried to break it up, but got hit on the head by the box and started bleeding."

"Let me take a look." Zheng Ren said.

Chief Lan lowered his hand; underneath was a piece of sterile gauze soaked with fresh blood.

Just then the security guards arrived. They began to break up the fight, stopping the woman from continuing to hit and shout at the middle‑aged man.

"Find a place to get two stitches." Su Yun said, "Don't forget the tetanus shot."

Although tetanus is caused by anaerobic bacteria, such a shallow wound basically carries no infection risk. But doctors have long been accustomed to giving a shot for any broken skin, then discussing further.

The tetanus patient that Zheng Ren took charge of could truly be called one in a million.

In Ward 912 there's no shortage of various difficult and complicated ailments, but when it comes to tetanus infection, even the senior department heads with broad knowledge and rich clinical experience might never have seen one.

Being careful never hurts; this rule has become ingrained in our blood, hard to detach. If one is careless and relies on luck value to see and treat patients, probably only someone like Zheng Lao Ban—a doctor with protagonist halo and countless luck points—could survive.

The security guards spent a lot of effort before finally separating the fighting parties.

The patient's mother collapsed weakly onto the floor, clutching her head and wailing silently. Her makeup was smudged by tears, though she didn't notice.

Zheng Ren saw the middle‑aged man's face covered in injuries, looking somewhat embarrassed. Yet beneath his eyes and his habitual servile expression there seemed to be a hint of something strange.

It's nothing much; Zheng Ren doesn't want to bother with it. Chief Lan got hit, and likely in the end there won't be any resolution. Even if the police were called, there would still be no conclusion.

Doctors are already used to such things; it's just that Chief Lan seeing blood made the situation blow up a bit.

"Let's go, change clothes." Zheng Ren said: "Chief Lan, hurry up and get a stitch, don't be careless."

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Su Yun walking toward the middle-aged man.