Chapter 2685: Zheng Lao Ban is so violent

2587.2488 Zheng Lao Ban is so violent! (Alliance Leader this book is very halal extra update 4)

The two didn't exchange much, Zheng Ren walked inside, Xiao Shitou stood up and slowly walked out of the dining hall, 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 greeting people were, Zheng Ren didn't pay special attention. They were all mosaics, the difference only being between extreme thin code and thick mosaic.

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

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

It was lunchtime, many onlookers gathered back and forth, lots of people crowded to one side to watch the spectacle. Security would come soon; Zheng Ren lowered his head slightly, not even having the mind to watch.

Behind Zheng Ren, a few people also jogged all the way to see what happened, faces excited, afraid that if they ran slow they'd miss out on a fortune.

Turning the corridor, Zheng Ren heard a man's voice like he'd gone mad. What he said couldn't be made out, like a furious beast roaring meaningless words.

Usually it's just verbal fights, actual violence is rare. Even the traditionally fierce Northeast now rarely sees brawls; people prefer to argue rather than fight. The slogan 'count the cost of fighting' is truly deterrent, simply explaining the consequences.

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

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

Zheng Ren felt a surge of anger flare up in his chest.

He wasn't Su Yun's type of women's friend, but he couldn't stand what was before him. Plus, he had been pondering Xiao Shitou's condition, some surgical steps still uncertain, so Zheng Ren's mood wasn't high.

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

His voice was louder, coarser, more fierce.

That young man instantly wilted, muttering something under his breath, not daring to argue 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 man's left hand at the inner side of the 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 use your 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, making him stagger.

"Speak properly!"

The onlookers were stunned, wondering where this hot-tempered young man 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 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 a day's 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 blood-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.

Watching 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 handed the scene over to them and turned to the woman, asking, "What's going on?"

The woman was about thirty, her shoulder-length hair scattered over her shoulders. Half her cheek was swollen, where several fingerprints could be clearly seen.

A doctor beside him 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 family member?"

"She's my patient's family member; I'm a pediatrician, my name is..."

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 the young doctor had sunk to rock bottom.

"This isn't the child being sick and needing surgery?" the doctor said, "The pre-op check is when the problem occurred."

Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes; at this point he was still being kept in suspense, this person's heart is truly huge.

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

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

"..."

Zheng Ren knew what was going on.

What the hell is this? The child is hospitalized for surgery, only to discover he's not biologically theirs. No wonder the man went crazy; Zheng Ren was also utterly 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 a mistake, so I double-checked." the young doctor quickly explained.

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

Usually when this happens, doctors tell only one person to avoid family arguments in the hospital, typically the mother.

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

"Today when signing, the child had one test indicator slightly abnormal; I wasn't showing them the lab report when this happened." the young doctor said helplessly, "I also don't know the couple's blood types..."

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

Perhaps it was because he found this little doctor unpleasant to look at; Zheng Ren shook his head slightly, looking at the woman.