Chapter 2581: 2587.2488 Zheng Lao Ban is so violent

2587.2488 Zheng Lao Ban is so violent! (Alliance Leader this book is very wholesome, extra chapter 4)

The two didn't exchange much, Zheng Ren walked inside, Xiao Shitou stood up and slowly walked out of the cafeteria, heading back to the ward.

Zheng Ren walked slowly, many people along the way greeted him, he just smiled and kept nodding.

As for who those people greeting him were, Zheng Ren didn't pay special attention. They were all mosaics, the difference merely being between extreme thin code and thick mosaic.

On the way back to the ward area, Zheng Ren faintly heard arguing voices coming from afar.

Is this an argument between patient's relatives, or what? Such things happen almost every day; the hospital is a place where they occur especially frequently. Patients are anxious and irritable, relatives accompanying them are exhausted, and their tempers flare at the slightest provocation.

It was exactly lunchtime, with many onlookers coming and going; a lot of people gathered to one side to watch the commotion. Security would arrive shortly, Zheng Ren lowered his head slightly, not even having the inclination to watch.

Behind Zheng Ren, a few people also jogged over to see what was happening, faces full of excitement, afraid that if they ran slow they'd miss out on a fortune.

Turning the corridor, Zheng Ren heard a man's voice sounding like he'd gone mad. What he said was unintelligible, like a raging beast howling meaningless words.

Usually it's just shouting matches, with actual fighting rare. Even in the normally hot-tempered Dong Bei, brawls are now seldom seen; people prefer to argue rather than fight. The slogan "count the cost of fighting" is truly deterrent, succinctly explaining the consequences.

Zheng Ren lifted his head and saw a man grabbing a woman's hair, his face ferocious as he shouted something.

The woman's face bore a slap mark, half of her face swollen.

A surge of anger rose in Zheng Ren's heart.

He wasn't the type to be a women's friend like Su Yun, but he couldn't stand seeing what was before him. Moreover, he had been pondering Xiao Shitou's condition, some surgical steps still uncertain, and Zheng Ren's mood wasn't great.

Zheng Ren forced his way through the crowd with his shoulder, striding toward the two fighting.

"You fucking sick!" a twenty-something-year-old who was eagerly watching the spectacle shouted.

"You fucking dead person!" Zheng Ren shouted without turning back, "Dozens of people watching a man beat a woman?!"

His voice grew louder, coarser, more tough.

That youngster instantly wilted, muttering something under his breath, yet dared not argue back with Zheng Ren. After all, Zheng Ren went to the cafeteria to eat without wearing a white coat.

"Let go." Zheng Ren strode forward and struck the inner side of the man's left radial styloid.

Blood vessels and nerves suffered a sudden violent blow, the man's wrist spasmed and he involuntarily released his grip.

Zheng Ren grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her behind him.

"If you can talk nicely, why resort to hands!" Zheng Ren rebuked in a low voice.

The man's eyes were red; he hadn't noticed Zheng Ren at all, like a madman charging again.

Zheng Ren kicked the man's outer thigh, sending him stumbling.

"Speak properly!"

The onlookers beside were dumbfounded, wondering where this hot-tempered youngster came from.

"Isn't that Zheng Lao Ban?" a few doctors, having finished their meal and returned, saw the scene from afar and whispered.

"What is he doing?"

"I... Zheng Lao Ban is so violent."

"You only just found out? Zheng Lao Ban is even more violent when rescuing!" a female doctor said, her eyes flashing with light.

"Come on, let's go see what's happening."

Several people spent half an effort pushing through the crowd, carefully helping the woman to the side.

"Speak properly, what's going on?" Zheng Ren asked from above.

The man sat on the ground, his eyes completely red. Zheng Ren's strike was precise; his peak-level hand feel was so strong that even his foot sense had risen to a certain degree. He caused no flesh injury, merely kicking the man away.

Knowing that getting up again would be useless, the man calmed a little.

But he still looked at the woman with resentful eyes; Zheng Ren's presence meant nothing to him.

To him, the whole world was only that woman.

Looking at the man sitting on the ground, panting like an angry bull, Zheng Ren said nothing, not anxious, but stood silently before him.

He waited until security arrived, then Zheng Ren handed over the scene to them and turned to the woman, asking, "What's going on?"

The woman was around thirty, her shoulder-length hair disheveled and hanging over her shoulders. Half her cheek was swollen, on which several fingerprints could be clearly seen.

A doctor beside hurriedly said, "Zheng Lao Ban, Zheng Lao Ban, you're mighty."

Zheng Ren saw him just standing in the crowd, frowned and said, "Mighty my ass, is she your patient or a patient's relative?"

"She's my patient's relative; I'm a pediatrician, my name is…"

"What exactly is going on?" Zheng Ren had no interest in hearing what the young doctor was called; watching the man hit the woman without stepping in to break it up, his impression of this young doctor had already sunk to rock bottom.

"It's not that the child is sick and needs surgery." The doctor said, "The pre-op checkup is when things went wrong."

Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes; at this point he's still trying to keep them in suspense—this person really has a big heart.

Seeing Zheng Lao Ban's sharp gaze, the young doctor shivered and immediately continued, "The child's blood type is B, she…"

Saying this, the young doctor pointed at the woman, lowering his voice: "She's type A; that person is the child's father, blood type O."

"…"

Zheng Ren knew what had happened.

What the hell is this? The child is hospitalized for surgery, only to discover he's not biologically theirs. Such a messed-up situation—no wonder that man went crazy; Zheng Ren was also really speechless.

The pediatrician's young doctor spoke in a low voice, yet the woman still heard it.

She shouted angrily, "It's your mistake! I didn't, I didn't!!"

"I was afraid of making a mistake, so I double-checked." the young doctor hastily explained.

"How did that person find out?" Zheng Ren asked unhappily.

Usually when this happens, doctors, to avoid letting patients' relatives cause a scene in the hospital, will tell only one person—usually the mother.

As for how to resolve internal family conflicts, that has nothing to do with doctors.

"Today when signing the consent form, the child had one lab indicator slightly abnormal; I wasn't showing them the lab report when things went wrong." The young doctor said helplessly, "I also don't know the couple's blood types…"

Zheng Ren staggered a bit; his own emotions were off, the young doctor was right—this matter couldn't have been prevented beforehand.

Perhaps it was just that I found this little doctor displeasing to the eye, Zheng Ren shook his head slightly, looking at the woman.