Chapter 2583: 2589.2490 I won't check anymore (Alliance Leader Yanshang Cangyue extra chapter 2)

2589.2490 I won't check anymore (Alliance Leader Yanshang Cangyue extra chapter 2)

"Doctor Zheng, you're kind, I know." The man followed behind Zheng Ren, having mostly recovered his composure, he said softly.

"Huh, huh?" Zheng Ren hummed twice; it seemed there was still something else in what the man had just said.

"No need to comfort me; if you guys are making fake lab reports, that's also troublesome." The man said, "Before, I and a friend made a fake slip for an elderly relative's family, going to several copy shops. That seal was hardest to forge; later we had someone carve a seal to get by."

Zheng Ren smiled.

Usually, to avoid making elderly cancer patients suspicious, knowing they have an incurable disease, patients' families often do this.

"You're not terminal cancer, and I have no relation with you; I'm just offering a thought. If it's true, it'll save you and your spouse from arguing. If I'm wrong, buying a little time will lower the anger, letting you calm down and think it over properly, so it won't come to bloodshed." Zheng Ren explained gently, completely unlike the previous person who angrily scolded the onlookers.

Zheng Ren explained gently, completely unlike the previous person who angrily scolded the onlookers.

As time passed, the man had completely calmed down. He gave a wry smile and said, "Doctor Zheng, you're saying the Chen Yixun thing is fake, right?"

"It's true; you can look it up online." Doctor Zheng said, "If you're this unsettled, how will you get through life?"

The man half-believed, half-doubted, and went online to search for what Doctor Zheng had just said.

Because he was so focused, he almost bumped into the wall. Fortunately, Doctor Zheng kept an eye on him, pulling him back several times. Later, Doctor Zheng simply had him sit down, look things over clearly, then speak.

This person was also meticulous; Doctor Zheng caught him looking up Chen Yixun's information, then starting to search for details about the Bombay blood type.

"Doctor Zheng, nationwide there are only thirty-plus; this is harder than winning the sports lottery." The man said while looking at the material.

"Thirty-plus, that's been confirmed. Many people never need a transfusion in their lifetime, and some have reactions after transfusion, which clinically are treated as allergic reactions." Doctor Zheng said, "In some ethnic minority regions, screening shows about a five-in-ten-thousand chance of Bombay blood type."

"..."

After the man spent some time searching on his phone, he completely calmed down. He repeatedly pondered, gradually spacing out.

As for what he was thinking, Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to guess.

"Hey man, stop thinking." Zheng Ren said, "Just check and you'll know what's really going on; sitting here racking your brain won't help."

"Doctor Zheng, thank you." The man said, "I don't want to check."

"Huh? You won't check?" Zheng Ren wasn't surprised; he just asked calmly.

"No point checking." The man said, "This morning Doctor Yuan gave us the pre‑op briefing, and I saw the blood‑type report and couldn't help myself. Now thinking it over, we'll have to wait until after the kid's surgery to talk about it."

"What's wrong with the child?"

"It's a hernia, not serious." The man said, "I'll go calm down a bit; thanks, Doctor Zheng."

Zheng Ren glanced at the man and gave a slight smile.

Without insisting on dragging him for a test, Zheng Ren watched him walk out of the lobby and disappear into the crowd.

"Boss Zheng, what's up with him? Didn't you say he was going for a checkup?" a security guard who had come along asked, bewildered.

"Who knows?" Zheng Ren replied indifferently.

"It definitely isn't his biological child……"

"Don't say that; what I just said is true." Zheng Ren cut off the guard's words and spoke slowly.

"Then he……"

"Maybe he's afraid that if they find out it really isn't his kid he'll have an emotional breakdown; maybe he's worried about losing face; maybe he'll go to another hospital to get tested secretly. There are many possibilities, but I think he'll still get checked." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"Those two were fighting so fiercely earlier; even if they found out, what good would it do?" the guard said.

"That's not how it works; this blood type is so rare that nobody else's blood can be used. From now on, if he donates blood each year and sets some aside, he can transfuse his own when needed." Zheng Ren smiled.

That's one of its meanings; as for how that couple will live their lives from now on, I won't worry about it.

"Actually, I think whether the couple's blood types match is a separate issue." The guard laughed, "Two years ago our obstetrics department had an incident. When the baby was born, the cord blood was type B, while both parents were type O, and the patient's family flew into a rage."

"Oh? What happened then?" Zheng Ren asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Back then the situation blew up; the family refused to back down, claiming the baby had been swapped."

"Things were about to come to blows, then Director Lin stepped in to settle it; he wasn't worked up either, and first had the couple re‑tested their blood types. Turns out the dad was muddle‑headed—he was actually type B but insisted he was type O."

Zheng Ren smiled; this was also one of the possibilities, which is why he had pulled the man to go to the Emergency Department for a test.

Moreover, the chance of such a happening far exceeds the probability of Bombay blood type; at least half of people only have a vague idea of their own blood type, and aside from something as obscure as blood‑type astrology, they hardly ever use it in daily life.

"Boss Zheng, what do you think happened next?" the guard chatted cheerfully with Zheng Renxian. Although he had originally respected and feared Zheng Ren, seeing Zheng Ren's mild manner, his mood gradually relaxed.

"Then what?" Zheng Ren paused, then said, "Do you think that father felt he couldn't back down?"

"Hmm, not only did he not apologize, he got even louder." The guard said, "You know this guy—it's all about face; admitting fault wouldn't change anything."

"Lots of people are like that; they put themselves on a pedestal and then can't bring themselves to lose face." Zheng Ren laughed, "No problem—just get used to it."

"Boss Zheng, I heard they said you kicked him just now?" the guard said, giving a thumbs‑up, "We wouldn't dare."

"He was swinging wildly; I kicked his legs twice but didn't hurt him, no big deal. The key is, I wasn't wearing a white coat, so he didn't dare strike back." Zheng Ren laughed.

"A few days ago in Rongcheng, a doctor was locked in a ward by a patient's family for two hours. After the person was rescued, the family got violent, claiming a security brother's nasal bone had been broken."

Saying that, the guard sighed and said, "You tell me—what's all this about?"

Zheng Ren knew about this, but there wasn't much to say. Patients' families just want the person to leave the hospital healthy; treating illness, there's always a day when one feels helpless.

Just like Xiao Shitou.

Out of a thousand patients' families, if one is especially extreme, the hospital gets thrown into chaos.

When expected and actual treatment outcomes differ, it leads many doctors and patients' families, when communicating, to first lower their psychological expectations.

Doctors have to read faces; this really isn't a joke.