Chapter 2982: with translation of chapter title

The school doctor had already braced himself for a slap in the face—it was Principal He's doing, and he could do nothing about it. He forced himself to stand before the professors of 912, eyes wide, talking nonsense, already prepared to be scolded bloody.

He insisted it was just a stomach flu, refusing to admit it could be anything else, dragging things out as long as possible. It looks foolish, but this is the most basic behavior of covering up.

Calling a deer a horse requires a thick skin, and the school doctor is well versed in this. Anyway, the doctors of 912 can't touch him; as long as Principal He is pleased, anything goes.

But…

He met Su Yun, who speaks reason but does not speak 'reason'.

Hearing Su Yun's words, the school doctor stared for a moment, then was overjoyed. He never expected that his random nonsense would actually turn out correct.

"Teacher Ni, take a look at this slip." Su Yun, smiling, ran over with the lab report.

After the initial joy, the school doctor felt a bit dazed—could it be that his random guesses were actually right? The odds seemed too low. He knew in his heart that his luck shouldn't be that good.

"Teacher Ni, you're absolutely right." Su Yun kept calling him "Teacher Ni" in an especially sweet tone, making Zheng Ren feel colder inside.

"Look, I said it's just a common stomach flu, differential diagnosis…" The school doctor grabbed the lab report, glanced at it hastily, and said in a low voice.

But he had only spoken half of it when Su Yun interrupted.

"You say, you say, everything is what you say." Su Yun changed expression instantly, without any ambiguity, even in front of Director Yan: "Can't you read the lab report? If you don't understand, can't you see the arrow after the normal range?"

"…" The school doctor stared, momentarily unable to react.

"You can't even read a lab report—who gave you the confidence to stand here and spout off?" Su Yun snatched the report from the school doctor's hand, pinched it, and slapped it against his face with a pa-pa sound.

This action was insulting; not only the school doctor, but everyone from Er Zhong and the doctors of 912 were stunned.

"You…"

"What do you mean 'me'? You called me 'Teacher Ni' twice and actually believed it? What do you know to be my teacher?" Su Yun said contemptuously, "Copper poisoning, the school's mass poisoning—instead of figuring out what's wrong, you're slick at covering up."

"Spouting nonsense with your eyes open, aren't you afraid that if you don't cover up properly, you'll blow yourself up?"

Principal He's face changed abruptly; he glanced at Director Yan, whose eyelids drooped, as if he hadn't even noticed the 912 doctors striking someone.

"How can you, little comrade, behave like this!" A person beside Principal He stepped forward half a step, glared at Su Yun, and shouted.

"How am I? Is this how it is!" Su Yun pinched the lab report and slapped the school doctor's face three times with pa-pa-pa, saying, "Is this not right?"

"You're a doctor; you should save lives and heal the wounded!"

"You still know that!" Su Yun said, "Do you have a practice license? The professional one? What level of title? Who gave you the guts to overstep and come to 912 to make rounds?"

"…"

The room fell silent.

Zheng Ren waved his hand; Zhou Litao looked stunned, and after a few seconds he tiptoed over to Boss Zheng.

"It's copper poisoning—give the patient medicine, and don't forget to glance at the lab report yourself." Zheng Ren said softly, "Also, call Director Luo and tell him the test results are out."

Zhou Litao immediately went to work, wondering what Yun Ge'er was up to. Usually Yun Ge'er is sharp-tongued but not a bad person—far better than those who act one way in front of people and another behind their backs, though he couldn't say how much better.

But this…

"How can you, little comrade, speak like that!"

"Don't call me comrade, you don't have comrades like that!" Su Yun said coldly, "Even now, all you think about is covering up—can covering up actually cure the disease?"

"Who are you! How dare you hit someone!" The person beside Principal He shouted angrily.

"Su Yun is right." Zheng Ren stepped forward, pulled Su Yun away, and took the lab report from his hand to glance at it.

He ignored Principal He and his entourage, and the school doctor was as good as nonexistent—like air.

"Director, I'll call the municipal health bureau and disease control center." Zheng Ren said, "Things are rather strange; I'll go take a look—I need to find the source, otherwise more kids could get poisoned."

"All right." Director Yan nodded slightly, "Is the diagnosis clear?"

"Clear, the patient should improve after medication." Zheng Ren said, "After nasogastric feeding of the medicine, the severe nausea has already shown noticeable improvement."

"Then that's fine." Director Yan said in a low voice.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun left, leaving a room full of people. The hearts of those from Er Zhong had sunk to their anuses, as if they might pop out at any jump.

"Old Yan, is this how you manage your doctors?" Principal He said sternly, "This is utterly outrageous!"

"Principal He, please excuse me." Director Yan sighed, "You didn't recognize who that was?"

"No matter who he is, you can't hit people! And yet he's calling the municipal health bureau and disease control center—does he know them, do they know him?"

"Principal He, calm down—I've been angered enough by you. You say, nowadays it's really hard to lead a team; once they have a little achievement, they don't respect the old comrades." Director Yan said, "Let them cause a fuss."

"Just let them cause a fuss?"

"That's Zheng Lao Ban, who just won the Nobel Prize, and Su Yun, Professor Su—you didn't recognize them? I thought you knew." Director Yan sighed, spread his hands, "Well, let it be; the children's diagnosis is already clear, we've given the appropriate medicine, and they should be discharged in a couple of days."

As he spoke, Director Yan clutched his chest, "I've also been made sick by anger—my heart feels awful." Xiao Ye…

"Director, your medicine." Ye Qingqiu held a bottle labeled nitroglycerin and poured a few pellets for Director Yan.

"Director, take the medicine and rest; you just had surgery a few months ago."

"Ah, I'm old, my body can't take it anymore." Director Yan said, "Vice President Yuan, you take this side." After saying that, he forced a couple of words to Principal He, then left with Ye Qingqiu.

Vice President Yuan knew exactly what Director Yan was up to—he knew Director Yan was feigning illness. It wasn't just dumping a mess on himself; anyway, the diagnosis was already clear, and the rest was just routine treatment.

As for Zheng Lao Ban's side… he was a bit curious why Zheng Lao Ban had gone to Er Zhong. Copper poisoning—the source isn't that easy to find.

Usually, when mass poisoning occurs, the Public Security Bureau and the Health Bureau must get involved, seal the scene, and find the source of the virus. But hospitals normally send infection department staff; Zheng Lao Ban's involvement counts as high-level.

Just thinking about the high-level involvement, Ye Qingqiu's mouth curled into a faint smile. Those few slaps Su Yun gave earlier were truly satisfying—young and full of vigor, young and full of vigor!