Chapter 2959: 2759 I'm in Charge at Home (Alliance Leader mercury11 Bonus Chapter 3)

Watching Lang Zhu Ren's emotions suddenly collapse, Zheng Ren silently stepped back half a step. Not knowing him, he didn't know how to comfort him.

It was probably due to extreme fatigue and exhaustion, and then he happened to encounter this matter. From the moment he discovered the patient's "cardiac tamponade", his mind began a heavenly struggle.

Rescue attempt, ineffective.

Pericardial drainage, ineffective.

IABP, ineffective.

No matter what he did, it was useless; the immense psychological pressure and guilt would surely crush a person. After a long journey, escorting the patient to 912, he again encountered the patient's family not understanding.

All negative emotions piled up together; finally, after he gave a relatively affirmative answer, his long-suppressed rationality momentarily relaxed, and this negative emotion burst out in an instant.

"I've had a skin disease for five years; I know it's radiation dermatitis, and no treatment works. Only leaving this environment helps—I know that in my heart. But... sigh, I always thought my clinical experience was rich, yet many patients left me..."

Lang Zhu Ren spoke haltingly, finally letting out a long sigh. Saying he wanted to leave, after working so many years, how could he bear to just go like that?

Unable to cut, thoughts still tangled; that entanglement can only be understood by those who are in it.

Su Yun wanted to retort him a couple of times, but seeing Lang Zhu Ren's face full of sorrow, utterly devastated, she also held back.

The situation he faced, Director Zhang understood perfectly; Director Zhang was fine, there was no situation at 912 where no one performed surgery, but Director Zhang faced too many rising stars, an imbalance that caused distress.

Everyone has their own worries; Director Zhang also didn't know how to comfort Lang Zhu Ren.

The hallway was filled with silence, and within that silence there was a hint of sorrow.

The practitioner who had performed thousands of heart stent surgeries, in old parlance called "countless lives saved," should not have departed so bleakly.

But that's how things are; there's no "should" or "should not". Zheng Ren thought for a moment, then walked over to Lang Zhu Ren's side.

"Um, I'll go with you." Zheng Ren said, "It's my surgery; after the operation I should also explain things to the patient's family."

Lang Zhu Ren hesitated for a moment; he knew Zheng Lao Ban meant well. But precisely because it was good intentions, he also worried that Zheng Lao Ban would get entangled in medical disputes.

"If I may say, our insurance companies are unreliable; it would be great if foreign insurance companies could enter in a few years." Su Yun said from the side, "Medical accident insurance—this type simply doesn't exist, truly unbelievable."

The previous topic was too heavy; Su Yun timely shifted the conversation to another subject.

"What good would it do? Just like that old lady a few days ago who tried to snatch children's coins, what could you do?" Zheng Ren replied.

"At least we wouldn't have to worry so much; if something happens, we find the insurance company and hand it over to a professional lawyer." Su Yun said, "Nobody is mistake-free; the key is that many errors aren't really errors. Even now, modern medicine can't cure a cold—what can doctors do?"

"There's nothing to do, just endure." Zheng Ren didn't greet Lang Zhu Ren to go out together; he strode toward the exit, then turned back and asked, "The patient is Li Gangfeng, right?"

"Yes, Li Gangfeng." Lang Zhu Ren said firmly.

Zheng Ren opened the operating room door and shouted, "Li Gangfeng's family!"

If he knew he would have to communicate with the patient's family after coming out, wearing sterile gowns would be good; Zheng Ren had such a thought flash in his mind. Facing the sterile gown with faint bloodstains, ordinary people always feel reverence.

While shouting the patient's name, Zheng Ren also stayed on guard.

It wasn't fear of being beaten up; Zheng Ren worried that someone might rush out from the side, and he would instinctively retaliate.

Nowadays, beating a doctor to death isn't even news; at most, Xinglin Yuan would go dark for two days to show mourning. If it hit the hot searches, someone would pay to take it down. But if a doctor actually beat the patient's family to death or injured them, it would surely become major news.

Outside it was quiet and peaceful; there was no scene of someone rushing over, indignant, to theorize or even get physical, as Zheng Ren had imagined.

An elderly woman, supported by two middle-aged people, walked over.

"Doctor, I am Li Gangfeng's partner; how should I address you?" the old lady asked.

Her voice was somewhat aged and trembling, yet she carried an air of commanding authority, speaking decisively.

It seemed she was the head of the household; Zheng Ren made that judgment.

"My surname is Zheng; I'm a doctor at 912." Zheng Ren said calmly, "The surgery was performed by me; the old gentleman's current condition..."

"Doctor, I know interrupting you is impolite." The old lady cut off Zheng Ren's words, saying, "I have no questions; I don't understand what you're saying. When we were in Nanshan, the instructions Lang Zhu Ren gave before the surgery, I also didn't understand."

Zheng Ren furrowed his brows; looking at the white-haired yet composed elderly person, he felt puzzled. This script seemed not to match what he had imagined.

"Just tell me whether my old man is dead or alive." The old lady said flatly, "Don't worry if you don't believe me; we've long since let go of life and death matters. People can't avoid death; at this age, it's bound to happen sooner or later."

"Um..." Zheng Ren hesitated, then said, "The patient needs to be sent to the ICU; likely in 3-5 days he could be transferred out smoothly. In about two weeks he should basically recover."

"Thank you." The old lady insisted on bowing to Zheng Ren, then looked at Zheng Ren's side, Lang Zhu Ren, and said, "Lang Zhu Ren, you've been busy all night, and even rode the 120 ambulance all the way, jostling, to escort my husband to the capital; thank you, thank you."

Zheng Ren carefully sized up the old lady; seeing her speech and conduct differed from his expectations by a hundred thousand miles, he kept his doubts to himself and remained polite with her.

The old lady extended her hand and shook Zheng Ren's; her hand was thin but warm.

However, her gait was a bit unsteady; after shaking Zheng Ren's hand and expressing gratitude, she stumbled. Two family members quietly advised her, but she refused.

She insisted on walking up to Lang Zhu Ren and extending both hands.

Lang Zhu Ren was taken aback.

When Zheng Lao Ban was performing the surgery, his greatest worry was the patient's life or death; second was how to face the patient's family afterward.

He had already done his best; at least his conscience was clear. He had imagined countless possibilities, but never anticipated this scene before him.

Instinctively reaching out, the elderly person eagerly grasped Lang Zhu Ren's hand, trembling as she said, "Lang Zhu Ren, thank you, thank you."

"Don't mind what just happened; that little rascal is a relative's child. He always knows how to cause trouble when nothing's going on—I just gave him a beating." The old lady smiled, saying, "You've done your best; success or failure is fate, I know. Rest assured, at home I'm in charge—I definitely won't make things difficult for you."