Chapter 3054: 2852 Midnight Meeting (Sect Leader with Folded Sleeves, Silent, People Do Good – Extra Update)

Seeing Su Yun's smug look, Zheng Ren smiled.

"Don't think about it; every time the population explodes, what follows is a war. The benefits of the Industrial Revolution have pretty much been used up; if we don't head for the stars and oceans, then working yourself to death in clinical practice like you do will only lead to a war to reduce the population."

""When an avalanche happens, no snowflake is innocent." Su Yun continued."

""That's too far, and what you said is wrong." Zheng Ren said."

Su Yun obviously didn't want to go that far either, and then said, "Don't think so much; hurry up and figure out Xiao Shitou's illness."

"「……」"

Just thinking of Xiao Shitou made Zheng Ren's head buzz with pain.

""From a doctor's perspective, every mistake is a probability problem; from a patient's perspective, it's not a probability at all. Whether it's twenty thousand deaths or one death happening twenty thousand times…… in short, dwelling on this too much really makes it easy to go berserk." Su Yun, this time not joking, said seriously."

Zheng Ren knew that this guy had definitely thought a lot after experiencing that, and could only conclude that it's best not to think about it.

Water too clear has no fish; a person too discerning has no followers.

The principle has long been written in books; everyone knows it, but putting knowledge into practice is not easy.

Talking about Xiao Shitou's condition, Zheng Ren's emotions gradually rose.

More professional data piled up, all kinds of weird ideas, Zheng Ren immersed himself in them.

After a full four hours, Lin Ge finally rushed back.

"Zheng Lao Ban, that side has been settled overnight; the hospital and the patient's family reached an agreement 90 minutes ago. The first prepayment of 300,000 has already arrived in the account, and the rest will come in installments over three months." Lin Ge reported back immediately.

"Hmm." This was within Zheng Ren's expectations; as long as he calmed down and thought about it, with capital's efficiency, smoothing over such a "trifle" is nothing at all.

As long as it's not something like the Eurasia‑style large‑scale, lying on the operating table under anesthesia and demanding money kind of real‑world magical realism, clinical medical accidents aren't a problem and can be resolved.

He let out a long sigh; Zheng Ren knew Ye Qingqiu was right—the wheels of history roll forward, and he could hardly stop them, merely a mantis trying to halt a chariot.

"Zheng Lao Ban, let's go back." Lin Ge said with a smile.

"Good." Zheng Ren nodded.

After hearing his reply, Lin Ge's expression relaxed, finally putting his mind at ease. He was really afraid that Zheng Lao Ban would get swollen‑headed; if that happened, there'd be no way to have fun happily.

Up ahead was a pitch‑black void; who knows how many forces of capital are eyeing this big cake—throw a Zheng Lao Ban in and not even scraps remain, and that's the end of it.

Chatting along the way, Zheng Ren's mood quickly calmed. Upon reflection, he indeed realized, just as Su Yun had said, that he had gotten swollen‑headed.

For others, it might be a win‑win situation; but for the dead, it's undoubtedly unfair.

But the family accepted the solution, so Zheng Ren had no reason to oppose it—this is a matter of legal significance.

If he forced himself to do it, using Ye Qingqiu's words, it wouldn't be impossible, but the inevitable outcome would be condemnation by thousands.

This kind of thing really shouldn't be thought about; thinking too much won't make you grow a ~~

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Back home, Zheng Ren washed up and went to bed. Lying in bed, he entered the System Space and habitually sat by the little pond, looking at the little white fox on the opposite bank.

I don't know when it started, but it's already become a habit.

Just like that, a night passed; Zheng Ren woke up with his Energy Value full, forgetting the things he couldn't understand. A new day begins, meaning there will be new surgeries, new patients—doing what he can is enough; who isn't being unconsciously carried forward by the tide of the times?

When he truly stands at the crest of the wave, he'll find it even more helpless.

At the Community Hospital, making rounds, handing over shifts early, performing surgeries—when busy, he forgets those things, and Zheng Ren also settles down.

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Director Zhou of Jin Hai has been living leisurely lately; his retired life is still very comfortable. But many people come to see him, after all he's an old chief from a famous tertiary hospital, his Experience Points are maxed out, and wherever he is he's like a great deity.

Unable to resist people's persuasion, Director Zhou went to work at a private primary hospital in Jin Hai. He does outpatient clinics two days a week, earning a monthly salary of 30,000. To him, doing two days of outpatient work is like playing; the pay isn't bad either, and he still has something to do. It's not that he's idle and itchy all over—mainly he's just used to it after all these years. Not smelling the disinfectant water, not smelling the UV‑lamp disinfection, makes him feel uncomfortable, as if something's missing.

People, you've got to stay busy; otherwise boredom, loneliness, and coldness aren't just things you can say casually.

This place was originally a long‑standing Community Hospital; a few years ago it was bought by capital and renamed Kanghua Hospital.

The name is quite ordinary; Director Zhou didn't think much of it at the time, but out of caution he signed a short‑term contract. He planned to first see how things go; if it got too busy or tiring, it wouldn't be worth it.

His pension is more than enough, and Director Zhou isn't short of money. To Dahungya, selling registration tickets looks like a goldmine, but to Director Zhou it's trivial; all he cares about is not ending up as exhausted as he used to be when he worked.

However, this place isn't busy; there aren't many patients each day, after all it's a newly opened hospital with little fame—even if it's advertised under the name of a retired expert, it won't suddenly attract many patients.

All these directors understand that.

In the middle of the night, Director Zhou was already asleep, but his phone woke him up. He glanced at it and saw it was the outpatient Head Nurse's number; he was slightly annoyed.

Was it to have him come save the case? What kind of surgery could Kanghua Hospital possibly have—did a circumcision go wrong? The unhappy thought flashed and vanished; Director Zhou hadn't been called in the middle of the night to handle a case in ages, and this gave him a familiar sense of closeness.

"Head Nurse, what's up?" Director Zhou asked.

"Director Zhou, people from headquarters have come to supervise work; you know about the obstetrics matter……" the Head Nurse said with a worried frown, "The matter's been settled, but the supervisors want to talk about work‑related issues—our performance isn't up to standard."

Director Zhou is very familiar with that term; back when he worked at a tertiary hospital, it was often brought up, but it was just the hospital head shouting a bit, and the department heads would hum and hah in agreement.

Director Zhou also feels quite averse to the term "smile medicine" or whatever; after all, this isn't a company or a restaurant—why talk about performance?

This is a private hospital, so of course it's supposed to make money; Director Zhou understands that, and instead of leaning on his seniority to spout off, he simply nodded silently.

"There's still an hour until the meeting; all the department heads and the Head Nurse are going to the conference room." the Head Nurse said, "Sorry, Director Zhou, to drag you out this late."

The Head Nurse spoke very politely.