Chapter 3075: with translation of chapter title

Seeing the crowd, Zheng Ren's heart grew even clearer.

A lower‑limb varicose vein surgery, so minor it couldn't be smaller, why would so many people come to look after the patient? Each person in Di Du gets free food, drink, and everything else—no cost. All that money together would come to at least thirty‑five thousand, and only by being thrifty could one spend so little.

Besides, this kind of great hidden varicose vein disease can be handled at any prefecture‑level hospital; there's no need to come all the way to Di Du.

But Zheng Ren didn't dare immediately conclude that this crowd was causing a medical disturbance.

From afar, they weren't causing a disturbance; in the bitter cold wind some wore tattered clothes, others seemed wrapped in quilts, silently weeping. This is also why Zheng Ren's keen eyesight let him see that from such a distance, Su Yun still couldn't make them out clearly.

Fan Tian Shui and Zhu Fengyu stood not far away; Zheng Ren waved.

"Chief Zheng!" Fan Tian Shui saw Zheng Ren, and he and Zhu Fengyu ran over in small steps with a "uniform" gait.

It's hard to understand how two people running could feel uniform, but Zheng Ren felt that the pair rushing toward him were like a mighty army of ten thousand.

Under that imposing momentum, it seemed even the bitter north wind was forced back.

As long as Fan Tian Shui and the old squad leader are here, at least no medical staff get hurt—that's all that matters; Zheng Ren went forward with a stern expression.

"Chief Zheng, what do you need us to do?" Fan Tian Shui didn't salute, but his stance was straight and standard, like a steel spear.

Su Yun called out, then ran to watch the commotion; Zheng Ren sighed and said, "It should be a medical disturbance—watch carefully and don't hurt any medical staff."

Fan Tian Shui paused, "Wasn't it said there's a strict crackdown now…"

"They haven't hung banners or blocked public facilities; they're just sitting there crying." Zheng Ren observed for a few minutes and gradually made out the group's pattern of behavior.

Their behavior was restrained, none of the chaotic scenes from old rumors appeared; instead they resembled ordinary aggrieved patients' families squatting and weeping at the hospital gate—making no trouble, yet projecting the aura of a particularly aggrieved vulnerable group.

Caught in the bitter north wind, anyone unaware would surely feel pity—this is a kind of empathy!

Among them there's an expert guiding them; just this one step reveals their method. They walk the legal edge but never touch the red line.

"Chief Zheng, we will firmly accomplish the mission." The old squad leader, steadfast as a rock, eyes front, said calmly.

"Wait a moment; when the patient just crawled out of the operating room, things were chaotic, and I feared someone might get hurt." Zheng Ren said, "For now the situation looks controllable, but you two had better not leave yet."

The two marched in step to Zheng Ren's side, as if cast from the same mold, then turned and stood silently at his left and right.

Some habits have been etched into the bone, showing up unconsciously.

After a few minutes, Su Yun ran back, his face wearing a very strange expression.

"Boss, this is downright fucking professional." Su Yun exclaimed, "Now someone has already started fundraising."

"Fundraising?"

That's not accurate; they don't want money, they're saying they have no cash to buy food and don't dare enter the hospital. You say it's not yet the "nine‑nine" period, but the weather isn't warm either. The patients are wrapped in blankets, their faces and hands covered in blood, and blood is still trickling from their eyes…

"Still bleeding?" Zheng Ren asked in surprise, his angle not allowing him to see the patient wrapped in the blanket.

"Yeah, still flowing. I looked closely—the color… looks a bit odd, but it's definitely coming from the eyes, still blood. It's especially frightening; it's getting dark, and they're a group sitting at the hospital entrance—what do you make of this?"

Zheng Ren felt helpless, only able to sigh.

Now it seems that aside from sighing, nothing can be done; they aren't causing trouble, just camping by the hospital, and they've already contacted self‑media, with the specific clashes and showdowns playing out online.

Nobody dares to use strong‑handed methods; at best the matter might just fizzle out, which is quite likely. But if it gets out of hand, the surging public opinion will completely drown those involved.

It's quite normal for one or two people of deputy‑director level to be taken down; even whether a hospital president might be implicated is hard to say.

But can we just let the situation spread?

"I… it's already spreading widely on Weibo." Su Yun exclaimed, "Not only are big‑V accounts reposting it, but there's also video."

Zheng Ren leaned in for a glance; it appeared to be photos and videos posted by passersby, not long, yet already shared several thousand times.

This viral spread cannot be controlled; it's estimated to hit the trending list around eight or nine tonight.

The posted photos merely show patients wrapped in quilts, some facial bloodstains already scabbed; because of the cold, the wind has blown their whole faces bright red.

The key is that blood is still flowing from their eyes and mouth corners; they don't wipe it, letting blood stream from both eyes, gazing vacantly ahead without uttering a word.

This video clip is extremely short—under ten seconds—but the intense shock it delivers is pushed to the extreme.

The person filming is clearly an amateur; the angle doesn't capture the sign of Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital, only lifting the view at the end so you can see where the incident occurred.

Although amateur, this approach elicits more sympathy from most people.

Amateur means unprofessional; combined with the gruesome sight of blood streaming from the eyes and the unprofessional filming, it instantly ignites people's sympathy.

Zheng Ren felt that, if he were unaware, his first reaction would surely be that the Affiliated Hospital had done something heinous that outraged both heaven and humanity.

But having just checked the surveillance footage, they really did nothing… it's a groundless disaster, a fresh medical‑disturbance case tailor‑made for the new internet era, now laid before us.

A feeling of powerlessness washed over him; in the past, with the old squad leader and Fan Tian Shui present, plus Zheng Ren and Su Yun, the four of them could have handled forty people.

But they employed no violence, adopting a stance of non‑violent non‑cooperation.

Zheng Ren could even imagine that if he rushed forward to argue, things would only become more uncontrollable; those shocking headlines, plus a Nobel laureate—better to stay out of it and not add to the chaos.

"What is all this? You tell me—I feel it's even more professional than when Dahungya caused trouble in Hai Cheng." Su Yun muttered quietly, "Lawyer, I guess he ought to show up too."

"Yeah, probably, the lawyer is coming…" Zheng Ren said, already catching sight of Lawyer Ge's figure.

Consulting Lawyer Ge? Seems unnecessary. The lawyer's coming is just to intimidate, aiming to resolve things legally—that's what Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital wants, definitely not what they want.

These people are simply playing the victim, especially the patient wrapped in a quilt with blood‑tears streaming from the eyes; even a lawyer in a suit, upon seeing him, was momentarily stunned.

Zheng Ren could imagine that the lawyer's cold heart would surely stir up a tidal wave of sympathy.

Every bit of goodness from everyone is being perfectly exploited and consumed.