Chapter 337: with translation of chapter title

Ding Zhongtai's expression was a little stiff; when he heard that it was Director Kong from Di Du calling, his ears twitched slightly, wanting to strain to hear the conversation.

Unfortunately, Zheng Ren's phone volume was low, making it hard to hear anything.

"Little Zheng, how did Director Kong find out?" Ding Zhongtai asked directly.

Communicating with clinical doctors is great—just ask if you have something to say. No need to guess everything like in a government office. Ding Zhongtai stared intently at Zheng Ren's eyes, as if trying to see some clue.

"Director Kong is just asking about the situation; I also don't know how he found out." Zheng Ren said lightly: "Director Kong wants to understand the circumstances, see if there's anywhere he can help. He's far away, so I guess he's just being polite."

Seeing Zheng Ren's calm expression, Ding Zhongtai thought, you still have some backbone. Director Kong probably just wanted to express something… Wait, Director Kong is so far away—how could he know about this?

His thoughts were quick and perceptive; a fleeting idea was instantly caught by Director Ding.

He paused without changing expression, his tone gradually easing: "Little Zheng, regarding this serious incident, the city's command and the hospital attach great importance; what you did cannot be said to be wrong. After all, you're young—pay more attention in the future."

"In the future..." Zheng Ren thought, then smiled: "If such a situation arises again, I think I would still press on."

"..." Ding Zhongtai cursed inwardly, thinking, "How stubborn, like a stone—truly thick-headed? Do you really think a call from a clinical director in Di Du means you have backing?"

"Don't worry, the hospital will back you up. It's just that car… it's really too expensive." Ding Zhongtai was displeased inside but showed nothing on his face: "After the emergency rescue ends, the traffic police need you to come over."

"Okay." Zheng Ren stood up and asked: "Which traffic police unit?"

Zheng Ren only ever got a driver's license, never owned a car, and had never dealt with the traffic police—he didn't even know which direction to drive out the gate.

"Sigh, change your clothes first; I'll take you there." Director Ding said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what happened?" The professor had been listening, but since Zheng Ren and Ding Zhongtai spoke vaguely, he didn't fully understand; he only vaguely sensed that Zheng Ren must have run into some trouble.

"It's fine. By the way, Professor Rudolf, don't call me boss anymore." Zheng Ren said.

"Please call me Rudolf Fugui, or Fugui'er is also fine." Professor Rudolf Wagner said seriously.

Because he had something on his mind, Zheng Ren had no interest in the cute professor.

After changing clothes, he took a moment to call Su Yun to ask about the patient's condition in the ICU.

The situation there was fairly stable; postoperative blood pressure had appeared, although it was still low.

There was no more bleeding; as long as we infuse another one or two thousand of red blood cells and plasma, the blood pressure can recover.

As for renal and cerebral ischemia-reperfusion, these critical care topics, Zheng Ren wasn't familiar with, so he had nothing to add.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren gave Chang Yue a heads-up, then went downstairs with Director Ding and took a car to the traffic police unit.

Zheng Ren neither complained nor regretted.

If life gave him a chance to start over, just as he told Ding Zhongtai earlier, he would still act without hesitation and press on.

Who cares whether it's a Porsche or a Ferrari.

No matter how expensive, isn't a life more valuable?!

Arriving at the traffic police unit, Zheng Ren and Ding Zhongtai went upstairs together to the accident handling center.

Director Pan and a stern-looking old police officer sat together; Zheng Ren didn't know what the bars and flowers on the police shoulder insignia meant, only feeling he was some leader of the bureau.

A middle-aged man in a suit sat on the other side, with a young man and woman behind him holding notebooks, continuously recording the dialogue.

"The dashcam footage shows solid evidence," the stern officer said, the national emblem gleaming.

"I still need to verify this data. Moreover, I haven't yet confirmed the situation with my client, so I can't just listen to your side alone." The suited middle-aged man smiled, without a trace of worldliness.

"Lawyer Ge, you are a big lawyer from Di Du. The suspect—"

"Sorry, Commissioner." Lawyer Ge continued smiling, "The term 'suspect' I think shouldn't yet be applied to my client. If we must use that word, the person who drove the 120 ambulance at the time, suspected of murder, would be more fitting."

Murder?

Director Pan's brows were knotted like two azure dragons, his expression even more solemn.

When talking about medical treatment, rescue, and surgery, Director Pan and Zheng Ren etc. are insiders. But when it comes to those awkward, convoluted, rigorous legal statutes, everyone is an outsider.

Even the captain of the traffic police brigade can't compare to a lawyer in this regard.

After all, that's how they make a living.

At this point, moral blame isn't important. Over the years, countless cases have given bloody proof.

For example, a certain major southern newspaper reported that an obstetrician sutured a parturient woman's anus after she gave birth…

At the time it stirred up a huge wave; countless onlookers were stirred up, completely ignoring what the actual truth was.

If it happened now, there would definitely be some ulterior‑motived people buying the so‑called "news" onto hot searches, adding numerous paid public accounts to fan the flames, really pushing the narrative. Ignorant crowds would be provoked, and the matter would be set in stone.

This truly isn't something you can say just because you're right.

Rather, it depends on who controls sufficient resources.

Like the person driving the Porsche—within the time of a single surgery, a top lawyer flew over from Di Du.

The financial, material, and human resources mobilized are beyond ordinary people's imagination.

At least Zheng Ren couldn't imagine it, because poverty had long limited his imagination.

Looking at the loathsome smile of the big lawyer, Director Pan wanted nothing more than to go up and slap him twice.

But now we can't give them an excuse; no matter how great the grievance, we can only endure it.

"What you say is just speculation." Director Pan said solemnly: "The hospital's legal counsel is on the way. I think it would be more appropriate for him to talk with you when he arrives."

"The hospital's?" Lawyer Ge's smile was carved on, showing no emotion: "Frankly, in the legal profession, those who win cases open their own firms; those who lose are just the most foolish, and that's why they affiliate with some company or institution as legal consultants."

His smile grew ever more loathsome.

"That's how it is in Di Du; as for Hai Cheng… heh." All of Lawyer Ge's contempt and scorn were packed into that "heh."

"This must be the doctor who swapped places with the 120 driver back then." Lawyer Ge had noticed Zheng Ren entering earlier, but he first said a bunch of things to Director Pan before looking at Zheng Ren.

"Your matter has already involved a criminal case; on this point, I will—" As he spoke, the female assistant behind Lawyer Ge's phone rang.

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Thanks to the Silver Alliance from Li Yifei of 37 Interactive; I'll keep updating slowly, no rush. Too many words in a day, and quality drops.