Chapter 3074: 2872 Making faces, a bit ostentatious

2872 Making faces, a bit ostentatious

After he hung up the phone, he remained silent for over ten seconds. The supervisor leader didn't speak, and everyone else tactfully kept silent. During this time, an awkward and eerie atmosphere spread.

No one dared to speak; anyone with eyes could see that Director Ma was suppressing his inner anger.

At this point, whoever approached would get a beating. All the anger was vented on that person, even Sun Chao, the chief, was no exception.

But Zheng Ren and Su Yun were the exception; Zheng Ren watched the frozen frame of the video, at which point the patient had already been dragged away by family members from the entrance, leaving only a few doctors and nurses staring dumbfounded.

Su Yun asked curiously, "Director Ma, what's going on?"

"What the hell is going on!" Director Ma calmed down and said in a low voice, "Some self-media have already transmitted part of the footage from outside the operating room, saying they won't post it for 50,000 yuan."

……

Zheng Ren never expected things to develop in such a strange direction.

Having just finished watching the video surveillance and confirming that the medical staff had not assaulted the patient, self-media had already swarmed in like sharks smelling blood. Moreover, they were either extremely rational or extremely crazy, directly naming a price! (Note 1)

He was just angry, but there was nothing he could do. Even if Ye Qingqiu were here instead, … Zheng Ren suddenly thought, should I ask Director Ye?

But it was just a fleeting thought, and he dismissed it.

Why bother Director Ye with such a disgusting matter? Besides, this involves the systems of two hospitals; reaching too far isn't good.

Moreover, it's not a medical accident; it just feels strange. Now Zheng Ren increasingly thinks this is a medical-disturbance-style dispute.

"Self-media are really fast, Boss—guess how much money it would take to settle this?" Su Yun asked quietly.

"No amount of money can be given, self-media aren't like print media; if you pay one, countless others will swarm in—how could you possibly pay them all?" Zheng Ren also doesn't really know how to sue or settle with self-media; he instinctively believes money can't solve it.

Although the rightness isn't important sometimes, once you open a crack, it means collapse.

"If you don't pay, do you believe it'll immediately hit the hot search? Getting on the hot search has its rules. It's not easy to get on, but once you're on and want to take it down, it costs even more. To scrub a celebrity's affair or gossip from the hot search, you need at least hundreds of thousands." Su Yun said quietly.

"Then you can't give either—guess what Director Ye would do to handle this?"

"Director Ye… heh!" Su Yun didn't say anything, just gave a cold smile.

Zheng Ren felt a bit strange; he frowned at Su Yun.

"Director Ye is so scheming, I bet this is already in his emergency plan. Look at Director Ma—he's already dazed; right now he's probably waiting for their hospital director to come handle it." Su Yun speculated, "He's just someone with no real ability."

Zheng Ren didn't think Su Yun was right; this matter feels weird, and sitting here without responsibility naturally feels nothing. If he were actually in Director Ma's position, he'd probably have two big heads.

Besides, can Director Ye really know how to handle this? Maybe not.

But Zheng Ren also doesn't know what exactly is going on. Big Pig Trotter clearly gave the patient's diagnosis: varicose veins in the right lower limb, which doesn't affect walking, yet he crawled out.

Bleeding from the eyes, like a horror movie scene, or rather like being possessed by an evil spirit.

The more he thought, the more his head hurt; Zheng Ren felt his arteries throbbing pound pound pound.

Upon entering the System Space, he saw his Energy Value had dropped a lot.

I go… just thinking about it needs that much Energy Value—Zheng Ren jumped in shock. Damn it, Zheng Ren silently cursed.

"Boss, have you figured it out?" Su Yun asked.

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head.

"You said the eyes are bleeding—could it be a ruptured arterial aneurysm? Or perhaps high blood pressure causing rupture of small retinal arteries?"

"Impossible." Zheng Ren said firmly, "First, rupture of small retinal arteries is possible, but at the time the monitor showed the patient's blood pressure was normal; even if it ruptured, the chance of both sides' retinal arteries rupturing together is minuscule."

"Second, an arterial aneurysm is also a probability. Originally the chance of an arterial aneurysm appearing in the retina is small; add bilateral arterial aneurysms rupturing simultaneously—calculate the odds."

"Most importantly, after the bleeding the patient panicked… a bit over the top. I think… how did that saying go? 'Making faces, a bit ostentatious.' Zheng Ren said."

"Do you think it's like acting?" Su Yun hesitated. Actually this is his own thought; he always feels the patient's every move seems premeditated, not a reflexive reaction from panic.

"I don't know; anyway it's really strange, I still haven't figured it out." Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

"Self-media are way too fast," Su Yun said. "Even if someone recorded a video at the door and posted it to WeChat Moments or Weibo, it wouldn't spread this quickly. In the internet age, self-media would have come knocking this fast."

"Hmm, from this angle it actually looks premeditated. But the eyes bleeding… there's no way to explain that."

The matter is stuck on the bleeding eyes; this hurdle can't be overcome, no matter what you say it's just empty talk.

I'm afraid the more it blows up, the bigger it gets, and the bigger it gets the more it blows up, eventually becoming uncontrollable.

Never mind anything else, just the patient covered in blood, especially the bleeding eyes, looks exactly like what ordinary people imagine after being poisoned.

Hurry up and settle this; there must be no delay. At this moment Director Ma received another call, and he was about to explode and walk out. Looking at that, if he had an old enamel basin, he'd surely smash it first.

【They said, quickly write a poem……】

"Lao Fan, you're here."

"I had Little Feng come pick you up."

"Uh… what's going on?"

"Su Yun and I will go down; you just watch."

After hanging up, Zheng Ren stood up and said, "Let's go."

Seeing his boss with a stern face, Su Yun didn't directly ask what happened, but followed him out of the meeting room.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Lao Fan saw the patient's family carrying the patient with blood streaming from his eyes, crying at the hospital entrance." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

……

The eyes kept bleeding; just that sight alone was enough to make one's heart pound.

"It's said there are also a dozen or so women in their forties and fifties wailing loudly." Zheng Ren's face looked extremely grim.

"I go… this is a medical disturbance?!"

"Maybe." Zheng Ren said in a low voice, "Go check the situation."

The two hurried downstairs, neither calling Feng Xu Hui. He walks with a limp, wasting time. Feng Xu Hui also tactfully sat in the innermost part of the meeting room, head lowered, making himself as inconspicuous as possible.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun went downstairs, and from afar they saw a crowd wailing loudly gathered near the hospital gate, the wailing sounding like thunder.

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Note 1: True story, self-media setting price — this is personal experience.