Chapter 2770

2571 If you believe, it exists; if you don't, it does not (Alliance Leader Toxic Mushroom City Lord bonus chapter 5)

Shou Bing ended, Director Qiu felt relieved, smiling as he pulled Zheng Ren Discussion the previous matter.

Zheng Ren gave them a simple analysis; the occurrence of valve flap issues was not man-made, and he had no good way to avoid it. Specifically, this all belongs to rich clinical experience.

"Director Qiu, we'll follow you to send the patient to the ICU," Zheng Ren finally said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, where would we dare, you rest, you rest," Director Qiu said, "You came to visit, we dare not bother you; this small task I can handle."

"Too polite, this Shou Bing I and Su Yun are considered your anesthesiologist," Zheng Ren laughed, "Sending the patient back after the procedure is appropriate."

"By the way, let's check your ICU situation, speaking of which, Director Qiu, do you have one patient per single room in your ICU?" Su Yun asked.

"The renovation was done the year before last; I heard your 912 also wants to renovate Ming year?" Director Qiu asked.

"It is said, Di Du has many people and little land, wanting to renovate is difficult unless moving to a new site. Look at Tian Tan, they directly built aircraft-carrier-style building complexes, looking high-end and grand. Boss, you say when can our 912 be this high-end?" Su Yun asked with a hint of envy.

"Who knows." Zheng Ren has low demands for hardware.

However, single rooms in the ICU are necessary, after all that involves the postoperative infection issue of hospital-acquired infections. Sterile control is very important; Zheng Ren is very concerned about this. If each patient had a single room, the average postoperative ICU stay would be shortened by about 2.3 days, which is supported by detailed big data surveys.

But when it comes to the whole hospital becoming high-end, he isn't interested. No matter how high-end the hospital gets, the surgeries that need to be done remain the same.

Put the patient on the cart, grip the air bag and push out; someone had already gone to call the Elevator.

But just as he came out of the Operating Room, Zheng Ren froze.

Outside, the place was packed with people. Yan Zhangsen wore a traditional Chinese cross‑collared outfit, looking less like the helm of an international large‑scale venture capital firm and more like an elderly gentleman strolling every day in Di Du's Chaoyang Park.

He placed his hands in front of him, saw Zheng Ren come out, and bowed deeply, "Zheng Lao Ban."

As Yan Zhangsen bent his waist, dozens, even hundreds of people around him bent and bowed together.

The movements weren't perfectly synchronized, but when faced with the person before them, they bent at the waist like cutting wheat, one after another, leaving Zheng Ren somewhat dazed.

"Whoa!" Su Yun exclaimed from behind Zheng Ren, surprised, though his tone held only a hint of surprise, more teasing: "Yan Ge, you're blocking the way—we need to take the patient to the ICU."

"Boss, you stay and talk with Yan Ge; I'll take the patient. Hey you, don't block the elevator!" Su Yun said.

"I'll take the patient; you stay and keep Yan Ge company," Zheng Ren said.

Zheng Ren didn't pay much attention to such things; although he was a bit startled, a moment's thought made it clear what was going on.

The Yan family's status is high, and it seems last night's events might not be what I imagined. But however it is, it doesn't concern me; Zheng Ren smiled faintly, squeezed the stress ball, and brushed past Yan Zhangsen.

Director Qiu was truly dumbfounded this time.

Outside the Operating Room there was at least 200 square meters of space; he never imagined that over a hundred couples would be packed shoulder to shoulder here.

At the very moment he bent over, his heart was struck and shattered into hundreds of pieces.

"Zheng Lao Ban is awesome! In Tainan and Yangcheng, he just goes up on stage for surgery, and afterward so many people guard the Operating Room door. It seems they're just here to catch a glimpse of Zheng Lao Ban and bow to show respect."

"If it were in Di Du…"

"Ah, people simply aren't comparable. Director Qiu pushed the cart, etching this scene into his memory. Even though no one bowed to him, just thinking about this matter, when he's retired and lying in bed unable to get up, he'll never tire of it!"

Zheng Ren pulled the cart into the Elevator; Su Yun peeled off one layer of mask, only to find another underneath. He took off another layer, and still there was a mask.

Yan Zhangsen looked puzzled, wondering what Doctor Su was doing wearing so many masks.

"Yan Ge, why did you gather all these people?" Su Yun asked while pulling off a mask to catch his breath.

"I didn't summon them," Yan Zhangsen said, glancing around. "They're fellow practitioners who came to offer congratulations, Doctor Su—please don't take offense."

"How could that be?" Su Yun laughed. "I'm not as pretentious as the Boss."

Having said that, he removed the final layer, inhaled, and after taking off three masks, Su Yun revealed a handsome face and broke into a smile.

"Yan Ge, you said you were waiting here, but it's easy to miss seeing anyone."

"Huh?"

"If the Boss goes up for surgery today, we'll just change clothes and leave from downstairs," Su Yun laughed. "You're saying you weren't waiting for nothing, right?"

Yan Zhangsen overlooked such details, but since he'd already waited for the person, he didn't mind much; he just smiled and said, "Doctor Su, once Zheng Lao Ban returns, we can leave, right?"

"He can leave, but the Boss is already frantic. If you don't come soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold him back, and tonight he'll have to fly away."

"My family's side is too busy—please understand, please understand."

"Yan Ge, whisper to me—what happened last night after we left?" Su Yun mysteriously pulled Yan Zhangsen aside and asked in a low voice.

Yan Zhangsen whispered a few words into his ear, then remarked with feeling, "Thanks to Zheng Lao Ban and Doctor Su standing by us."

"Whoa!" Su Yun exclaimed, this time confirming his suspicion, and finally showed genuine surprise: "I told you, Yan Ge, we're not joking."

"It's true," Yan Zhangsen smiled. "My father has set up a banquet and invited the two of you to grace us with your presence."

"I have no problem; the key is the Boss. I tell you, I can't persuade him. Mentioning a meal is like telling him to take medicine—it could cost him his life." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Sincerity can move metal and stone," Yan Zhangsen said.

"Fine, then you can talk to the Boss later," Su Yun said. "But this really does happen—it sounds strange."

"No one has seen this in hundreds of years, and our sect's ancient texts have no record of it. Even I find it hard to believe," Yan Zhangsen laughed.

"How can you be so sure then?" Su Yun asked, looking into Yan Zhangsen's eyes.

"If you believe, it exists; if you don't, it doesn't."

"Yan Ge, don't feed me that line—it makes me allergic, my whole body itches terribly." Su Yun said. "What are we drinking tonight?"

"You'll drink iron‑capped Maotai, I know," Yan Zhangsen laughed. "My father is pleased, so today I'll also have a few small drinks."

"Tch, saying it's as hard as getting Master Yan to take a sip of liquor. When we were in Di Du, I drank with your father." Su Yun said proudly. "That was the time Wang Daoshi's son fell ill."

"The old man really looks at the two of you with a different eye—truly discerning!" Yan Zhangsen said.

"Do you really have to praise your own father like that?" Su Yun said contemptuously. "Can't you be a bit more modest and polite?"