Chapter 2983: with translation of chapter title

Ye Qingqiu sent Director Yan directly back to the office.

Entering the office, Director Yan's waist also straightened; he sat grim-faced at the desk, on which lay that box of nitroglycerin.

"Director, if there's nothing else I'll go." Ye Qingqiu said, as if wearing a smiling mask, without any ripple.

"Keep an eye on Doctor Zheng's side, see if Lin Ge went along with him."

"Yes."

"Lin Ge doesn't have much dealing with the municipal bureau; don't let Zheng Lao Ban act on righteous anger and cause any leaks." Director Yan said softly.

"Rest assured, I'll arrange it right away." Ye Qingqiu said in a low voice.

"Tell the outside I'm hospitalized, having a heart attack." Director Yan said.

"Yes, I'll get Zhang Lin to make an electrocardiogram." Ye Qingqiu, knowing the act must be complete, said: "Rest in the office; I'll report any news to you at any time."

"Let Zheng Lao Ban toss about." Director Yan said, "As long as he doesn't suffer a loss."

"No, we are following regulations; we attach great importance to the collective poisoning incident at Er Zhong. You proactively sent the 912 elite forces to inspect the scene, striving to find the cause of the collective poisoning." Ye Qingqiu spoke falsehoods and platitudes without blinking.

"That old He is really muddle-headed." Director Yan looked at the nitroglycerin bottle on the desk and said softly, "Qingqiu, go get busy; protect Zheng Lao Ban, you're off to Sweden soon—don't cause any trouble now. If that side covers up… don't hurt anyone, or it'll be impossible to settle."

"Understood." Ye Qingqiu nodded, turned and left Director Yan's office.

Director Yan silently stared at the nitroglycerin on the desk, seeming to drift off; after a few minutes he picked up the bottle, poured out two "pills" and pinched them in his hand.

"Haven't had these in a long time; still the old flavor."

Director Yan broke into a childlike smile and tossed the sugar beans into his mouth.

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"Hitting people is wrong." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

When leaving, he saw the red on the system panels of the small patients using nasal feeding medication already beginning to fade; Zheng Ren felt no urgency, and his mood was fine.

Although today's surgery live broadcast was disturbed, not knowing how many people on the other side of the earth were staying up for nothing, there was nothing to be done.

As for Su Yun, Zheng Lao Ban will definitely support him to his face; saying a couple of things behind his back is enough.

"I still want to kick him—look at his punch‑worthy face, it's just missing the words 'beat me' carved on his forehead." Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair fluttering above his forehead.

"Heh, I also want to beat him, mainly wanting to beat Principal He."

"If Director Yan weren't here… never mind, I guess the cafeteria is surely a mess, not right at all." Su Yun said, "I hate this sort of thing; when I was in school I once encountered it—the school hushed it up and never reported it. Back then management was lax, the kids were healthy, yet the cafeteria food was equally awful."

"Ah, it's empathy—no wonder." Zheng Ren chuckled, "I reckon even if you kick him, Director Yan won't say anything, as long as you don't cause injury."

"Huh?" Su Yun frowned at Zheng Ren.

"When will Director Lin finish contacting?" Zheng Ren didn't answer Su Yun's question, but looked toward Lin Ge in the distance.

"Contacting the municipal health bureau—of course we have to go through the procedures." Su Yun said, "It should be quick; once reported it's a big deal. Boss, I haven't seen when the report was made."

"When Principal He spoke, it probably hadn't been reported yet; it's an unspoken understanding between Director Yan and Director Ye." Zheng Ren chuckled, thinking of those two old foxes, a spontaneous pleasure rose in his heart, even his tone lightened: "When the Er Zhong principal suggested delaying the report, in fact it hadn't been reported yet."

"I've figured it out—hitting that school doctor's face also diverts attention onto me; Director Yan won't say anything. At most he'll later push the blame onto me, though making me wear small shoes is uncertain." Su Yun said, "Taking the blame versus having a blast—I think the blast is more important."

"Director Ye was reporting to Director Yan via Morse code; I don't understand Morse, so I couldn't tell what was said." Zheng Ren said.

"I'm going~" Su Yun exclaimed in surprise, "That's impressive? It's like espionage."

"I don't know either; maybe they're just too in sync." Zheng Ren said, "We need to seize the time, otherwise I fear we'll find nothing."

"Yeah, they can do anything." Su Yun said, "Sometimes thinking about it makes me feel especially helpless; despite clear regulations, the first thought is to cover up—what kind of thing is this?"

"Never mind what it is; seizing time to solve the problem is the proper way." Zheng Ren said, "If we can't find the problem, we might still have copper‑poisoning patients."

"I'm calling Lao Fan."

"What do you want Lao Fan for?" Zheng Ren frowned.

"You really are preparing to fight, huh—what if that side won't let us see?"

"I don't think so; we have the branch bureau." Zheng Ren said, "And once reported, this becomes a major safety accident that must be investigated."

"Do you believe it? Anyway I don't. My childhood experience tells me that to cover up, this bunch of bastards will dare anything."

"……" Zheng Ren spread his hands.

"Zheng Lao Ban, contact's done—let's go over now." Lin Ge waved his phone in the distance, then walked over and said.

"Troublesome."

"Not troublesome, this is what should be done." Lin Ge laughed, "If collective food poisoning turns out to be the school cafeteria's fault, a bunch of people are bound to be unlucky."

"It's definitely the cafeteria, no doubt!" Su Yun said firmly, "Cafeterias are usually outsourced—profit comes however they can. Not just the cafeteria; last time milk poisoning caused over 200 kids to get sick and diarrhea, the outcome wasn't any different."

"Hmm, it seems the milk brand didn't change, but the source was shifted from the original place to this province." Zheng Ren said, "After the switch it's no good—who knows what cat‑slime is in there."

"Let's take a look first, then talk… Professor Su, your temper is too explosive." Lin Ge said with a chuckle.

"It's fine, he can't beat me." Su Yun said casually, "If he can't beat me, he'll just have to stand there and endure it; if we really come to blows, Director Lin, you'd better stay back, lest you get splattered with blood."

Lin Ge knew Su Yun was just talking big; domestically, he is a distinguished 912 professor, a Nobel Prize laureate, with a dull future—how could he get into trouble over a fight?

Everyone knows such tough talk is just for show—just don't expose it.

"Director Yan probably doesn't want to take the blame, he's already… getting sick." Lin Ge chuckled, "Many of our hospital staff's kids attend Er Zhong—shouldn't we also guard against being given small shoes?"

"He dares!"

"Sigh, when arguing there's no end to the sophistry—really, never underestimate their bottom line."