Chapter 280: with translation of chapter title

Su Yun's face looked grim, but she quickly calmed, blew a stray lock of black hair from her forehead, and coldly said, "Just wait until you come begging me to operate."

Chu Yanran thought Director Xia made sense— the CBC and CRP showed no inflammatory reaction— so why did Zheng Ren diagnose the patient with gangrenous cholecystitis from gallbladder torsion?

Strange.

Usually Zheng Ren isn't the type to be clueless, but this time he was a bit careless.

Yet I still feel Zheng Ren is right, which is even stranger.

Watching Wenxiang Zhou direct the assistants to wheel the elderly lady onto the stretcher, Zheng Ren sighed and said, "You really don't want surgery? I'd still recommend it."

Zhou Wenxiang finally couldn't hold back his contempt, ignored Zheng Ren, and said to Chu Yanran, "Yiran, you have a good education; it's wasted here in Hai Cheng. You should go to Sheng Cheng— it's close to home, making it easier to care for your mother."

Although he didn't name Zheng Ren directly, his tone clearly said: don't waste time hanging around that unlearned Inpatient Chief.

Chu Yanran puffed her cheeks in anger, yet didn't know how to retort. She thought to herself, I'll never get involved in this mess again.

It made Chief Zheng lose face for no reason.

Zheng Ren sighed, shook his head, his mood a bit low, and said, "Then let's go, we're heading back."

"Chief Zheng, don't be angry," Chu Yanran said, a little embarrassed, timidly.

"It's fine," Zheng Ren waved his hand.

Chu Yanran had no idea Zheng Ren's worry was about where to take Fang Lin to play, not Director Xia's sternness or the patient's family attitude.

"What's the rush?" Su Yun said. "Soon you'll be begging me; whether you want it or not will depend on your mood."

"Don't talk nonsense; there's no deep hatred. What do you mean willing or not?" Zheng Ren said.

The three returned to the inpatient ward; Chu Yanran didn't go in, heading straight to the operating room, apparently to brood.

Zheng Ren still wanted to ask whether Xie Yiren had returned, but the commotion made it impossible.

Back in the inpatient ward, Zheng Ren picked up a copy of General Surgery Techniques and flipped through it. Su Yun, bored, sat in the chair behind him, playing with her phone.

Chang Yue seemed not to notice the two, bustling about, going from ward to ward chatting, asking about conditions, and giving patients psychological support.

If every day could be this calm, Zheng Ren thought while reading.

Although that would mean my dragon‑slaying skills would go unused, it's still better than an adrenaline surge spiking blood pressure to the top in a rescue.

Afternoon, the sun shone brightly through the windows, warming the office. The warm sunlight falling on the pages carried a scent of ink, drifting around Zheng Ren.

It felt like being back in student days, back to days when I didn't have to worry about the ER.

"Are your surgeries all learned from books?" After observing Zheng Ren for an hour from behind, Su Yun, seeing him always with his head down in a book, finally couldn't help asking.

"Read, operate, then reflect." Zheng Ren kept his eyes on the book, giving Su Yun a casual answer.

Su Yun fell silent, continuing to play with her phone.

It was as if that remark wasn't his question at all.

On a bright, sunny afternoon, leisurely reading— such days simply don't belong to ER doctors.

Less than ten minutes after the two finished speaking, Zheng Ren's phone went off like crazy.

Heart rate 110 beats per minute.

I haven't had this feeling in a long time; just got back, I can still tolerate it.

Zheng Ren picked up the phone, hearing the ER nurse hurriedly say, "Chief Zheng, high-altitude fall injury!"

"Okay." Zheng Ren hung up, closed the book, and hurried out of the inpatient ward.

"Why not just live well? Why jump?" Su Yun said from behind.

The real estate development boom has passed, and in Northeast China's winter, even projects with roofs have halted construction.

So-called high-altitude falls are mostly people who jump because they can't see a way out.

"Do you think everyone's like you— gifted, well‑off, fortunate, with no disaster or illness?"

"I have my own worries— too many girls chasing me, it's a hassle."

……

They jogged all the way to the ER.

A young female patient lay on the stretcher, the exposed skin pallid, devoid of color.

The nurse had already secured an IV line and was administering saline.

On the ECG monitor, blood pressure read 60/30 mmHg, heart rate 160 bpm.

In the upper‑right corner of his vision, the system panel displayed the patient's diagnosis: liver rupture, spleen rupture, pelvic fracture, bilateral femoral shaft fractures, bilateral tibial‑fibula fractures, calcaneal fracture, retroperitoneal hematoma…

Fortunately, the chest was uninjured; if there had also been lung damage and multiple rib fractures, Zheng Ren would have to consider upgrading his cardiothoracic surgery to master level.

"Get an ER ultrasound, draw blood, send to the blood bank!" Zheng Ren shouted.

It was routine; the ER nurses were used to it. While busy, as the ultrasound doctor's cart arrived, the nurses had already placed the gastric and urinary tubes.

Seeing that emergency surgery was needed, they did it first to avoid Zheng Ren yelling again.

The ultrasound doctor scanned all the way and gave Zheng Ren accurate supporting data.

"Where are the family members?" Zheng Ren asked loudly.

"I'm here," a young man under thirty replied from behind Zheng Ren.

"What is the patient to you?"

"She's my fiancée."

"For emergency surgery, can you sign?"

"Yes." The young man was also responsible; unlike many weak‑willed people who balk at signing, he was quicker than anyone.

"Su Yun, take him to sign the pre‑op consent, then hand him to Chang Yue." Zheng Ren instructed.

"Doctor, my fiancée won't die, will she?" the young man asked, face stricken with grief.

"I don't know; the condition is critical, we'll do our best." Zheng Ren, seeing the ultrasound doctor finish, summoned a Jizhen Wai Ke doctor and a nurse, and hauled the patient toward the operating room.

As they ran, Zheng Ren pulled out his phone and called to tell the OR to start preparing for surgery.

Although the road is not far, doing this can still save a few minutes.

In emergency rescue, a few minutes can determine a patient's life or death.

Hurrying to the emergency operating room, Zheng Ren said: "Go to the hybrid operating room, first prepare to open the abdomen and stop the bleeding."

Another hybrid surgery? Chief Zheng's fate—he's this busy as soon as he returns.

Actually, it's not that Zheng Ren has a hard‑working fate; when he's not around, encountering such cases means doing surgery department by department, and it's impossible to finish it all in one go.

The doctors and nurses of the emergency department helped the Chu family sisters, Xie Yiren, and others lift the patient onto the operating table, then withdrew.

Zheng Ren quickly changed into an isolation gown and arrived at the operating room.

"When will the red blood cells arrive?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Still twenty minutes; I've already told the emergency department to send someone to wait." Chu Yanran handles things steadily.

Zheng Ren stopped speaking, began disinfecting, and laid out the drapes.

Under the shadowless lamp, the patient's pallid skin looked harsh under the light; after the iodine was applied, it gained a bit of vitality.