Chapter 3003: 2803 Killing Intent

"Chief Zheng, how did the patient's hypoglycemia come about?" Chang Yue asked.

"It's probably because the patient didn't eat after surgery. It's fine; the patient's previous exams showed nothing special." Zheng Ren said.

Neither the objective examination nor the system panel indicated a pancreatic tumor or a rare islet disease, meaning there is no strange disease causing unexplained hypoglycemia.

Zheng Ren initially thought it was due to the patient eating little after surgery.

Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered what he saw during the afternoon rounds, feeling that something was off.

"Did you notice anything during the afternoon rounds?" Zheng Ren asked quietly.

"What? Don't speak half‑sentences." Su Yun tapped her plate with chopsticks, making a clinking sound.

"The patient's family member was peeling an apple, and I saw a hot water pot on the bedside table—the kind used for boiling tea. What do you call it, a thermos?"

"Um… there's tea boiling in it. I remember now—it looks like pu'er tea." Su Yun said, "What are you thinking? After surgery you eat little, and you're drinking pu'er—of course you'd get hypoglycemia."

Chang Yue's brows furrowed even tighter.

Absent‑mindedly shoveling food from her bowl into her mouth, she apologetically said, "Yi Ren, you tidy up; I'm heading to the community."

"You're spraying rice grains when you talk—what's the rush?" Su Yun said disdainfully.

Chang Yue had no mind to argue with him; preoccupied, she changed clothes, put on her shoes, and left.

"Boss, do you think something's wrong?" After Chang Yue left, Su Yun inquired.

Zheng Ren glanced over and saw Su Yun's expression was solemn, her gaze somewhat deep, as if she were pondering something.

"There probably isn't anything wrong; maybe Chang Yue's been in a bad mood lately, causing emotional issues." Zheng Ren chuckled.

"What's wrong? I feel Yue Jie's condition is off." Yi Ren asked.

Zheng Ren briefly explained what had happened; from any angle, it's clear Chang Yue has been overthinking.

At the very least, up to now Zheng Ren still hasn't figured out what abnormal situation might occur.

Su Yun was also a bit absent‑minded, completely ignoring Heizi squatting there waiting to drink; after hastily finishing her meal she hurried off.

Zheng Ren went to tidy the table, but Yi Ren pushed him aside.

"Zheng Ren, why don't you go check too? This is the first time Yue Jie has been like this." While tidying the table, Yi Ren said, "I just feel something's off."

"A woman's intuition?" Zheng Ren laughed.

Yi Ren wore an apron and rubber gloves, presumably to protect her skin. She skillfully gathered the bowls and chopsticks, then began cleaning in an orderly fashion. In Zheng Ren's mind only two words appeared—'graceful'—even washing dishes looked beautiful to him.

Should we buy a dishwasher? This is the first time Zheng Ren has cared about household matters.

"Yeah, a woman's intuition can sometimes be spot‑on."

"Just like little animals before an earthquake, right?" Zheng Ren asked while stroking Heizi's head.

"No way." Xie Yiren smiled, bumped Zheng Ren with her shoulder, and said, "Go take a look."

"Nobody's home…" Zheng Ren finally caught a moment when both Su Yun and Chang Yue were out, preparing to be intimate, but he didn't expect Yi Ren to shoo him out.

Upon hearing Zheng Ren say that, Xie Yiren's face flushed instantly.

"Go check; otherwise I'll keep worrying." As she spoke, she opened her arms, lightly hugged Zheng Ren, stood on tiptoe and kissed him, saying, "Hurry up and come back when you're done."

"Hey." Zheng Ren laughed, rubbed Xie Yiren's head, greeted Heizi, then changed his shoes and left.

A woman's intuition—this is just too mysterious.

Zheng Ren's mind wandered—first to the patient's family member, then to Mu Tao, then to Xie Yiren's embrace; finally his thoughts went blank, and he walked over to the community hospital.

There's nothing urgent; this is just Chang Yue's woman's intuition, so let her have her way this once.

Fan Tian Shui sat in the guard room on the first floor, intently looking at his phone. The corner of his eye caught Zheng Ren, and he immediately stood at attention, saying, "Chief Zheng."

"Where are Su Yun and Chang Yue? What are you looking at?" Zheng Ren asked casually.

"I'm watching the video feed—the scene in the second‑floor corridor, room 18." Fan Tian Shui said solemnly, "Yun Ge'er and Doctor Chang are monitoring the second‑floor meeting room; so far nothing abnormal has been detected."

"Hmm." Zheng Ren smiled, indicating he understood.

It's good that nothing abnormal happened; if something did occur, Zheng Ren's worldview might shift a little. This woman's intuition… sounds like a joke.

If we were to say that a top‑level clinical doctor's intuition still has some credibility…

Zheng Ren entered the guard room, glanced at the surveillance footage Fan Tian Shui was watching—people constantly appeared in the corridor, washing up, chatting, and so on.

For this sort of thing Fan Tian Shui is a professional; Zheng Ren didn't want to interfere—if he said there was no problem, then there was no problem.

"Chief Zheng, we can only monitor the corridor; their rooms are already lights‑out and asleep." Fan Dao said, "In the past hour, the family member of the patient in bed 2 of room 18 carried a bedpan to dump urine once—nothing else happened."

Unable to monitor the wards—this is inherently sensitive, and Zheng Ren knows that.

"How come the lights are off so early?"

"The patient in the neighboring bed is too old, goes to bed early and rises early; the patient in bed 2 and their family are also quite reasonable." Fan Dao said, "Now looking…"

Speaking, Fan Tian Shui paused, then looked seriously at Zheng Ren and said, "Chief Zheng, I have a hunch."

A hunch? Another hunch!

"How?"

"I make a round of the wards every night at 7 p. m., checking for hidden dangers and whether patients' families are cooking in the rooms—afraid of fire." Fan Tian Shui said, "When I went to the ward 18 room, the lights were already off. The bedside lamp for bed 2 was dim, and the family member said they needed to watch the IV drip."

Zheng Ren's heart had already risen; if Chang Yue's intuition isn't very reliable, then adding Fan Tian Shui's intuition—honed from years of knife‑edge struggles—would certainly mean something.

"I didn't see anything abnormal, but his gaze… I sense a killing intent."

"Killing intent?!" Zheng Ren froze.

"Yes—excitement, fear, ruthlessness, like a raw recruit just onto the battlefield." Fan Tian Shui said calmly, "Especially when I asked him a question, his answer trembled a bit, but he quickly brought himself under control."

"……" Zheng Ren stared blankly.

"It's just a hunch, but if we were in Xijiang I could be sure he's a smuggler—maybe I'd just shoot first and ask questions later." Fan Tian Shui said flatly.

This was the first time Zheng Ren had heard about Fan Tian Shui's past, and that bloody aura of killing like hemp drifted forth.