Chapter 2687: 2589.2490 I Won't Check Anymore (Alliance Leader Yanshang Cangyue Bonus Chapter 2)

2589.2490 I Won't Check Anymore (Alliance Leader Yanshang Cangyue Bonus Chapter 2)

"Doctor Zheng, you mean well, I know." The man followed behind Zheng Ren, having largely recovered his composure, and said softly.

"Huh, huh?" Zheng Ren hummed twice, as if there were still some other meaning in what the man had just said.

"No need to comfort me; if you were to fake a lab report, that would be troublesome too." The man said, "In the past, I and a friend made a fake slip for an elderly relative, running around several copy shops. That seal was the hardest to forge, but later we had someone carve a stamp to get by."

Zheng Ren smiled.

Usually, to avoid raising suspicion in elderly cancer patients who know they have an untreatable illness, patients' families often do this.

"You're not terminally ill, and I have no relation to you; I'm just offering a line of thought. If it's true, it could spare you and your wife from arguing. If I'm wrong, buying a little time would keep your temper from flaring, let you calm down and think it over, and it wouldn't come to bloodshed."

Zheng Ren explained gently, completely unlike the person who had earlier shouted at the onlookers.

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

"It's true; you can look it up online." Doctor Zheng said, "If you're this unsettled all the time, how do you even get by?"

The man was half‑believing, half‑doubting, and went online to search for the matter Doctor Zheng had just mentioned.

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

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

"Doctor Zheng, there are only thirty‑plus people nationwide with this; it's harder than winning the lottery." The man said while looking at the data.

"Thirty‑plus, that's the confirmed figure. Many people never need a transfusion in their lifetime, and some who do have a reaction are clinically treated as an allergic response." Doctor Zheng added, "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 kept replaying things in his mind and gradually went blank.

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

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

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

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

"No point checking." The man said, "This morning Doctor Yuan gave us the pre‑op briefing and I saw the blood‑type report; I 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?"

"A hernia, not serious." The man said, "I'll go calm down. Thanks, Doctor Zheng."

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

Without insisting on dragging him in 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 he say he was going for a checkup?" a security guard who had followed along asked, bewildered.

"Who knows." Zheng Ren replied indifferently.

"He definitely isn't the child's biological father……"

"Don't say that," Zheng Ren cut off the guard, "what I just said is true." He continued calmly.

"Then him……"

"Maybe he's afraid that if they test and find out it's really not 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 lightly.

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

"That's not how it works. This blood type is extremely rare; nobody else's blood can be used. From now on, if he donates blood each year and sets some aside for himself, he can use 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 myself.

"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 right away."

"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; he first retested the couple's blood types. The father‑to‑be turned out to be actually type B, but he insisted he was type O."

Zheng Ren smiled; this was another possibility, which is why he had pulled the man along to go to the emergency department for a test.

Moreover, the chance of such a mix‑up 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 the esoteric blood‑type zodiac, they hardly ever need it in daily life.

"Boss Zheng, what do you think happened afterward?" the guard chatted with Zheng Renxian, laughing. Although he had originally felt some respect and awe for Zheng Ren, seeing Zheng Ren's mild manner, his tension gradually eased.

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

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

"Lots of people are like that; they put themselves on a pedestal and then can't save face." Zheng Ren laughed, "No big deal—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; kicking him twice didn't hurt him, no problem. 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 he was rescued, the family came to blows, claiming a fellow security guard's nasal bone had been broken.

As he spoke, the guard sighed and said, "Tell me, what is all this about?"

Zheng Ren knew about this, but there wasn't much to say. The families demand that the patient be discharged well; treating illness, there will always be a day when one is helpless.

Just like Xiao Shitou.

Out of a thousand patients' families, if one is particularly extreme, the hospital gets put through the wringer.

When expectations and actual treatment outcomes diverge, it means that whenever doctors and patients' families communicate, they first have to lower their mental expectations.

Doctors have to read faces; this really is no laughing matter.