Chapter 269: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren stared, dumbfounded.

Looking at himself from another angle, even the person involved felt a bit dazed.

He stood by the resuscitation bed in the emergency resuscitation room, while others cooperated, lifting the patient onto the bed and tilting the head up thirty degrees. Beside him, Xie Yiren efficiently prepared the puncture kit, supplies, sutures, and so on.

Without delay, each patient took only a few seconds or tens of seconds.

After the deep venous puncture was completed, Mei Lan was immediately hooked up. Zheng Ren rushed to the next resuscitation bed and continued the procedure.

"That day, the medical staff of Haicheng First Hospital, under the direction of the hospital leadership, united as one, using highly skilled techniques and timely rescue measures, pulled one patient after another back from the brink of death."

"The doctor in the footage is the Inpatient Chief of Haicheng First Hospital's Emergency Department who played a major role in this rescue, Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng."

This was the first time the documentary mentioned a certain person's name; Zheng Ren froze, and Su Yun also froze.

How could it be completely different from what I imagined?

These rumor‑mongers—what the hell can they still change? Weird!

Su Yun's lips curled with a hint of mockery.

While watching the documentary, Director Pan unconsciously sat up straighter, hands on his knees, as if back in the day when a political commissar gave the troops a final pre‑battle pep talk.

Boss Sun smiled, but knowing better than to speak, he gave Director Pan a thumbs‑up.

The footage remained chaotic and jittery; soon someone came to intervene, politely asking the TV crew to leave.

As they left, the cameraman's lens showed the condition of the still‑point Mei Lan patient.

The gray‑blue hue faded gradually, the visual contrast immense, making one vividly feel the distance between life and death—perhaps only an instant.

"Haicheng First Hospital's Emergency Department successfully completed the emergency rescue for this nitrite poisoning incident; their protection is the strong foundation that lets Hai Cheng move from one victory to the next."

After the rescue footage, a few seconds of drifting white clouds passed; time flowed mercilessly.

The only shortcoming was that, after the rescue, there was no interview footage of the nitrite‑poisoning patients.

The picture then panned to a park, where people doing square dance, tai chi, strolling, and walking dogs streamed by incessantly.

A scene of tranquil peace.

"It is precisely because of their protection that the general populace can enjoy such a peaceful life." A female voice‑over said, "We don't know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. And it is they who stand guard on the last line of life's defense, never retreating."

An elderly man with white hair appeared before the camera, pointing at the nearby tree and saying: "That day was November 6; I remember it clearly. I had nothing to do that afternoon, just as usual I was strolling in the park. I saw a few old buddies bumping into trees; normally I don't believe the claim that hitting trees makes you healthy. But that day…" The old fellow, embarrassed, scratched his head and continued: "They said my health was poor, so I shouldn't hit trees. I wouldn't stand for it—who would've thought that a single bump would make my stomach hurt. I even wondered if I had diarrhea and thought I should bump a few more times. But soon I couldn't see anything, and I don't know what happened to myself. When I came to, I was already lying in the ICU with a tube in my mouth, suffering terribly."

Tangxiu, who had been narrating off‑screen up to now, appeared on screen.

Her exquisite face glowed under the lens; as the camera turned, she seemed to be thinking of something, paused for a moment, and instinctively asked, "Is it my turn?"

This segment looks slightly flawed, but it wasn't cut out, giving it a special slice‑of‑life feel.

"Hello everyone, I'm Tangxiu from the Haicheng Urban Daily. The elderly gentleman just shown is my father. On November 6, while I was at work, I suddenly got a call saying my father was critically ill and being rescued in the Emergency Department of Haicheng First Hospital."

Tangxiu said this, smiled, and brushed aside her airy bangs.

"At the time I didn't believe it—nowadays there are so many scammers, I figured they'd ask me to send money next. But the caller hung up right away, with no follow‑up. I immediately sensed something was off; I looked up the number via 114, and it really was a call from the First Hospital's Emergency Department."

"I was panicked; I didn't even notice when my high‑heel shoes fell off. The next day I discovered my foot was covered in cuts, and I hadn't realized how I got hurt."

Tangxiu didn't mind recounting her embarrassing moment; she was tactful, generous, and somewhat endearing.

"When I arrived at the Emergency Department, it was Director Pan who received me. He explained the situation, then I signed the surgical consent form. By the time we reached the operating room, my father's rescue was already over; at that moment I thought my father…"

As she spoke, Tangxiu's thoughts seemed to fly back to that day, that night.

Her voice trembled slightly.

But she quickly regained composure: "My father received timely treatment and soon recovered and was discharged. Here, on behalf of my whole family, I extend my deepest gratitude to all the doctors and nurses of the First Hospital's Emergency Ward."

The interview footage then switched to showing work photos of the First Hospital's Emergency Ward.

After Director Pan's portrait came Zheng Ren's ordinary, honest face.

After a week of back‑and‑forth, the camera froze on Zheng Ren.

"Not long ago, Doctor Zheng Ren was invited to Di Du to participate in research on a new surgical technique. But as soon as he arrived in Di Du, he got dragged into a malignant incident."

Tangxiu's narration, without her realizing, grew sharper, while on screen Zheng Ren's honest smile gradually blurred.

What followed was a mobile phone video.

This was one of Tangxiu's gains in Di Du: she learned that a public account had uploaded a video after the incident, but due to some force majeure, the content deleted itself automatically after two hours.

Tangxiu then tracked down that person and bought the precious video footage at a high price.

The video kept shaking, making viewers dizzy. Yet this rhythmless tremor gave a special sense of realism, as if the videographer's deep‑seated fear were contagious, spreading through the screen to every viewer's heart.

A sea of crimson, a person lay in a pool of blood; Zheng Ren lowered his head to rescue, facing the video.

Zheng Ren suddenly lifted his head and hoarsely shouted a sentence; the veins in his neck bulged prominently, looking somewhat frightening.

Because of the tension, his hoarse voice made the audience's hearts clench suddenly; due to the chaos, no one could hear what Zheng Ren was shouting.

Soon a doctor pushed over a cutting pack and other items; after Zheng Ren dealt with the situation, he tore open the person's clothing on the ground and made a slash.

Before the blood could spurt out, Zheng Ren's hand plunged in.

At that moment, his left shoulder was also bleeding.

The video's content was too bloody and real; the atmosphere it emitted left people stunned, their breathing uneven.

Not to mention ordinary viewers; even the few girls watching the video in a private room cried out in shock.

"Ah!"