Chapter 3080

Director Sun, cheer up! Su Yun said with a smile, speaking softly.

Huh. Sun Chao replied listlessly.

The Weibo hot search is almost in the top hundred; as doctors, we only make the hot search during major epidemics when the whole country unites. Team spirit is still the main thing, but if you don't say Director Sun, you're mighty and overbearing, that works too. Someone already dug up your personal info; you could become famous on your own! Su Yun said with a smile.

After Sun Chao heard Su Yun finish, he almost cried out. What the hell is this? If you want fame, it's not like this; who would want this kind of fame?

But seeing Fan Tian Shui and the old monitor behind him, like two big mountains, he felt powerless. Zheng Lao Ban's safety awareness is truly strong, unrelated to him; he first brought two security guards over. Looking at that physique, it's much stronger than the security guards he'd want.

"Laugh at me, I'm just a joke." Director Sun Chao said in self-abandonment. His words were full of resentment and grudge, nearly exploding.

"Director Sun, Zheng Lao Ban contacted an acquaintance to come help you solve the problem." Mao Chi hurried to smooth things over. He also felt Su Yun really doesn't know his limits; Sun Chao is like this, ready to explode at the slightest provocation—why provoke him?

"Hehe, don't rush." Su Yun sat down smiling, "Director Sun, outside that's an evolved medical disturbance; we can't handle it. The boss has already called in our Northern Province's top medical disturbance to deal with this."

Northern Province……top-level……medical disturbance……

These words left Director Sun Chao dazed—does this even have a title? Zheng Lao Ban really contacts anyone; even medical disturbance is top‑level.

Su Yun obviously didn't want Sun Chao to keep day‑dreaming, and said with a smile, "Recently this guy was jealous of the funeral shop opposite the hospital, thought it made money, and wanted to take it over."

Guess how he did it?

"Smash and grab?" Sun Chao said offhand.

"Low‑class—someone like you would have been tossed into a crackdown and shot ten days ago. They use moves from ancient texts, like 'ghost knocks on the door.' " Su Yun then added his own interpretation of the incidents where Dahung Ya caught bats, slammed doors, etc., and told it to Director Sun Chao.

Sun Chao's mind was a mush; his attention was quickly drawn elsewhere. It wasn't that he was broad‑minded, but rather the person Zheng Lao Ban recommended should, in his imagination, be a hermit expert in a Daoist robe stepping on auspicious clouds.

The higher the rank of the reinforcements, the greater his chance of rescue; even Sun Chao fantasized about a flying Tathagata Palm from beyond the heavens destroying him and the world together.

Today this thing is totally fucked up; I just went to have a look, and the patient's eyes were bleeding tears—even Sun Chao felt he wasn't human.

He just didn't know where he'd gone wrong; even just now he hadn't heard clearly what Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun said. He didn't think it was a medical disturbance; rather… he had no opinion, his whole self was dazed.

"Ghost knocks on the door—really badass, but we won't talk about that. He got a parasitic infection while catching bats, and worms were coming out of his eyes." Su Yun said with a smile, "Later, at 912, we had the boss get them out."

"Um… Doctor Su, when will that expert you mentioned arrive?" Sun Chao asked hopefully.

"An expert?" Su Yun hesitated, "It's just…"

Saying that, he immediately realized he still had to give Sun Chao hope, or else he'd truly be suffocated. Since we'd already called it a medical disturbance, Sun Chao selectively forgot that fact—showing he truly has no recourse; whoever can grab him is a benefactor.

"Well, call him an expert anyway—anyway, the boss asked what trick it was, and he didn't say. Four hours… three and a half hours later he'll arrive; supposedly, once he shows up he'll solve the problem." Su Yun glanced at the time and corrected himself.

Sun Chao's eyes filled with hot tears.

"Doctor… Su, Zheng Lao Ban, thank you, thank you." Sun Chao struggled not to tear up, his trembling hands reaching out, but neither Zheng Renhe nor Su Yun wanted to shake his hand.

……

"Isn't that Zheng Lao Ban?" In the meeting room, the department heads and team‑leading professors gathered, sympathizing from the bottom of their hearts with Director Sun Chao's predicament, but no one had a good solution.

"Look at Zheng Lao Ban's entourage—he came to the consultation with two bodyguards!"

"Bodyguards? Come on. It's just an ordinary medical dispute—why bring bodyguards, and what does it have to do with him?"

Fan Tian Shui and the old monitor stood beside Zheng Ren, solemn in appearance, every gesture exuding an iron‑blooded, gallant vigor.

Everyone looked on enviously, but they didn't know why Zheng Ren had come.

"How did Zheng Lao Ban get here?"

"I heard he always brings trouble wherever he goes—wherever he goes, it's never peaceful."

"Don't spout nonsense—the patient was admitted early, what's that got to do with Zheng Lao Ban?" a department head scolded, "Keep it down, don't bring trouble on yourself. The newly appointed head of the Science and Education Department at 912, Lin Ge, is thriving; also, Zhou Chun Yong of the capital's liver and gallbladder division talked a deputy chief with poor health into stepping down, opening a spot for a friend of Zheng Lao Ban. I heard Hua Shi TV is doing a program, saying it'll be on the thirty‑minute news."

"Zhou Chun Yong? He doesn't know jack!"

"Never mind what he knows—if they can get on Hua Shi TV, can you?"

At that moment the hospital director and the head of the Medical Department were in a small meeting, discussing how to solve the problem; after watching the video, everyone roughly agreed the patient himself had a mental disorder, though they still couldn't explain why his eyes were bleeding.

Feeling the sorrow of "when the rabbit dies the fox grieves," sitting together gossiping about Zheng Lao Ban behind his back wasn't bad either.

"Why isn't Zheng Lao Ban going home, but coming over here to our side?"

"Never mind—I was waiting in the operating room at three this afternoon." a thoracic professor said, "The patient's venous filter drifted into the right heart, forming a pulmonary embolism; Director Sun wanted to remove it. The esophageal‑type capture tool and the filter got tangled, and he carefully pulled from the right heart all the way to the iliac vein, but in the end he had no choice but to call."

"Here we go again saving the day? Isn't it said Sun Chao and Zheng Lao Ban have a grudge?"

"What grudge? That's just rumor. I heard from the 912 staff that last time they opened the chest to remove a clot, Director Sun's vision was poor and he bumped into Zheng Lao Ban's assistant—namely, the guy standing next to him."

Saying that, he glanced at Su Yun.

"Zheng Lao Ban has a good temper, but his assistant's temper is totally fucked up. Still, this is small‑time—you've seen people fight on stage and apologize offstage before. I'd guess their private relationship is fine; otherwise, why would Zheng Lao Ban come just because something happened?"

"Then what happened?"

"Zheng Lao Ban showed up—what more could happen? During the surgery Zheng Lao Ban didn't lift a finger; his assistant went up and just took out the filter—smooth as silk."

After finishing Shou Bing, just go back; why stay to watch the excitement?