Chapter 3103: 2899 Premeditated

The sound of the 120 emergency service came from afar, growing closer; it was clear that an emergency patient had returned. Zhou Litao was stretched thin, just about to find someone to accompany the patient to the ENT department, when Zheng Ren said, "Manager Zhou, go attend to your duties—I'll take a quick look at this patient for you."

"Er… okay." Zhou Litao didn't refuse either; since Zheng Lao Ban had said so, there was no need to stand on ceremony.

"You're already at the hospital, so don't be stubborn." Su Yun told the patient, "Get it checked quickly and leave quickly—the hospital is busy."

Su Yun didn't even dare to say things like "What are you doing at the hospital if you're not seeing a doctor?" The patient was in an emotionally agitated state, and speaking carelessly could get them complained about. After arguing with his wife, all his frustration was taken out on himself, which was pointless.

The man didn't speak, just held his nose and lay on his back, staring blankly.

"Buddy, why are you being so extreme? I don't see much bleeding—just a simple fix and you can go home, okay?" Su Yun asked.

Difficult patients fall into several types; the one before us belongs to a special category.

It's not that he's giving up on himself—if he truly were, he wouldn't have come to the hospital. This is him making a scene at the hospital, which is somewhat tiresome.

But we can't just leave him here unattended, or the risk of something happening would be too great. If Zheng Ren and Su Yun weren't around, the patient would definitely be sent to the ENT department for treatment—even if the condition isn't serious, his abnormal emotions can't be ignored.

But no matter how Su Yun questioned him, the man remained silent, head tilted back, sniffing.

Is he crying?

"Buddy, don't cry—people will laugh at you." Su Yun patted his shoulder, suddenly interested, and said, "Want a smoke? I don't see much bleeding—let's have a cigarette to calm down."

Zheng Ren spread his hands. "How can Su Yun be so unreliable?"

Taking a patient who's still bleeding from the nose to smoke……

The patient hesitated a moment, then Su Yun vigorously patted his shoulder again and laughed, "Nothing's so serious that a cigarette can't fix it—your little spat with your wife doesn't even need a whole smoke; half will do."

"Ah." Speaking of this, the man let out a deep sigh.

Half‑reluctant, half‑willing, the man held his nose and followed Su Yun to the outdoor smoking area. A patient's relative saw him come out with blood‑soaked hands over his nose, jumped back, hastily tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, and ran off.

"Look at that, no manners." Su Yun picked up the butt, extinguished it in the outdoor ashtray, then handed out cigarettes.

"There's no obstacle that can't be overcome—let's see the doctor first." Su Yun said, "But this is strange—you hit your head, why is your nose bleeding? Do you usually have high blood pressure?"

"No, my nose is always bad—I often get nosebleeds, and sometimes it hurts." The patient said, "Today, as soon as I got upset, the bleeding started—first the nosebleed, then I……"

"Oh? Arguing with your wife—don't get worked up. You're an old married couple; how many years have you been fighting and still getting upset?" Su Yun chuckled, "Bed‑head arguments end with the bed still shared—don't make it so frightening. But frankly, losing this much blood and your wife not even staying by your side is worth talking about."

"……" The man blinked, drew a deep breath, and said, "We're divorced—today my wife came with the divorce agreement."

"They're just threats, but you actually believed them." Su Yun laughed, "Go home, cook a few of your signature dishes, drink two bottles of wine—that's all you need. I'm telling you, definitely don't sign the consent."

The man seemed to have something hard to say; he froze for a moment, then let out another deep sigh.

Seeing that the man refused to speak no matter what, Su Yun grew curious, blew a puff of air, and his black hair fluttered on his forehead. A wisp of smoke shot straight like a spear aimed at the blood trace on the man's lip; Su Yun felt pleased with his finer control of power and smiled, saying, "Boss, how's that? Impressive, right?"

Zheng Ren knew Su Yun was trying to work some psychological suggestion again, and he slightly shook his head.

This guy is just bored out of his mind—really, we should focus on examining the patient. The man's system panel is a bit odd, and Zheng Ren was eager to look at the images. But since Su Yun wanted to ask about the medical history, after thinking it over, Zheng Ren felt it should be him doing it.

"Tell me, what's really going on?" Su Yun asked. "Is your wife seeing someone else, or did you get caught by her having someone on the side? Normally that wouldn't happen—you came with the divorce agreement, so this was prepared long ago."

Su Yun pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out what the heavenly stems and earthly branches had to do with it. The man's condition resembled many everyday cases we see, yet it was also different in every way.

"I…… have someone outside, and it's my wife." The man said, his eyes somewhat bewildered.

That sentence was convoluted; Su Yun took two seconds to vaguely grasp what he meant.

"I… wow, buddy, you're really high‑end!" Suyun exclaimed.

"Who knows?" The man took a deep drag of smoke, pulling the nosebleed in with it, and choked, coughing violently.

His coughing was severe, and blood spray flew everywhere.

Zheng Renze simply didn't understand what the man was saying—the explanation was too convoluted, and besides, his clinical experience in this area was scant, barely at intern level, so he couldn't make sense of it.

"You're just chatting—have you found your wife's alternate account?" Su Yun probed.

"It wasn't me who started the chat—one day a secondary account just added me." The man said bitterly, "At first I thought it was a tea‑seller's tactic, but she said she'd added the wrong person, and then we just kept it going like that for a long time."

"Oh? Interesting—then what?" Su Yun's eyes lit up as he pressed further. It was obvious he'd never encountered this routine before; at that moment Su Yun was immersed in his thirst for knowledge, unable to pull himself away.

"I haven't chatted either—I just occasionally scroll through my feed and see that secondary account constantly updating selfies."

"Is the girl pretty?"

"Mm." The man nodded vigorously, and fresh blood spattered.

"……" Zheng Ren was utterly speechless—this was practically asking for it, bleeding from the nose like that and still nodding hard; he really wanted to turn and walk away. Only because the man's problem was so strange did he reluctantly stay.

"Then what happened?"

"After that, it was just liking posts on the feed, then leaving comments after a while." The man said, "Until one day I saw a status update on the feed saying his mood was low……"

"So you started flirting then?!'"

"I just wanted to comfort him." The man said softly, puffing on his cigarette with a sorrowful expression.

"As we kept chatting, I began to feel she was unusually familiar with me—almost like a soul mate."

Zheng Ren glanced at the man and silently cursed, "What an idiot." That's your wife—how could you not be familiar with her?

"Afterwards, I'd send a red packet for every holiday, transfer money for birthdays—over a year passed like that." The man said, "Yesterday we agreed to meet today, and I even specially changed into a new outfit."

"The result was that the person who showed up was my wife, and she slapped the divorce agreement right onto the table."