Chapter 443: with translation of chapter title

435 No illness, but I want an IV!

So this is what it feels like to be a master?

Zheng Ren sat in the System Space beside the small pond, watching the rippling pond water, recalling the TIPS Surgery, and suddenly understood.

So that's how it is.

He raised his head and let out a long whistle, feeling utterly refreshed.

After crossing a big mountain, looking back, there were so many foolish mistakes; I really don't know what I was thinking then.

However, human history, or medical history, has always been like this.

Many incurable diseases, after getting past them, looking back, turn out to be surprisingly simple.

For example, tuberculosis, for example, malaria, for example…

Perhaps, many years later, looking back, cancer might not even be considered a disease.

Zheng Ren felt happy, glanced at the Skill Tree; the Intervention Skill Tree was already lush and towering. Perhaps after completing the TIPS Surgery task, he would have plenty of time to practice surgery and could try to boost his General Surgery skill?

Because he came from the General Surgery Department, Zheng Ren has always been obsessed with improving his General Surgery skill.

He slowly closed his eyes, Zheng Ren once again recalled the TIPS Surgery procedure, so smooth and effortless. Even without the system-granted Passive Attribute Luck +8, Zheng Ren could be sure that when he performed surgery, the puncture would need only a single needle.

Alone, feeling happy, not knowing how long had passed, Zheng Ren felt a chill. Suddenly he realized he was still soaking in the bath…

Emerging from the System Space, a tub of bathwater had already grown lukewarm. His phone lay nearby, the indicator light in the upper right corner flashing.

Damn!

Has Xie Yiren been trying to contact me all along?

He dried his hand, picked up his phone, and saw that Xie Yiren had left him a message.

【Not out yet? Don't fall asleep. The porridge is downstairs in the living room; remember to finish it and go to sleep quickly. Have a good night's sleep.】

Sweat…

Zheng Ren hurriedly replied to Xie Yiren's message: 'Today I've been swamped and made a lot of mistakes. If it weren't for Xiao Yi Ren's gentleness and thoughtfulness, I'd probably be hanging from a whip right now.'

【I accidentally fell asleep; now I'm going to have the porridge. Good night, sweet dreams.】

He dried off, changed into pajamas, and Zheng Ren went downstairs.

On the coffee table sat an insulated lunch box, with a few small dishes whose names he couldn't name.

The porridge, very fragrant.

The dishes, very fragrant.

Really fragrant.

Because Su Yun was caring for a patient with a ruptured liver in the ICU, Zheng Ren also didn't dare waste time; who knows, he might be called in at any moment tonight to perform surgery.

After finishing the late-night snack, washing the dishes, chatting a few words with Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren went to bed.

However, that night the night-shift god protected him well, and no call came from the Emergency Department.

Zheng Ren woke up naturally, looking at the hazy dawn outside the window, feeling somewhat unreal.

Too quiet.

When being busy has become a habit, waking up naturally is a luxurious reward.

Breakfast, together with Xie Yiren and Chu Yanran, they came to the hospital, and Zheng Ren's phone suddenly rang.

During the day, he fears nothing, so Zheng Ren answered the phone with a cheerful laugh.

"Director Pan, hello."

"Oh, I see, I'll be there right away."

Zheng Ren said a couple of things briefly, then hung up.

"What patient?" Xie Yiren asked anxiously.

"No patient." Zheng Ren's expression was somewhat helpless, "Two doctors in the Emergency Department have come down with the flu…"

This year, the flu is rampant.

That the doctors and nurses of the Emergency Department could hold on until now before someone collapsed is already considered a miracle.

But there are so few doctors in Emergency and Pediatrics; if one goes down, they can barely keep things going. It's amazing that everyone, building on their hardship, can endure just a little more hardship and still pull through.

But with two people suddenly unable to work, the Emergency Department's schedule, already stretched to the limit, collapsed completely.

Director Pan was also helpless; he told Zheng Ren to keep watch for a while while he went to the hospital to request personnel.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless, but faced with this unexpected situation, nobody could do anything.

In the foreseeable future, the phenomenon of staff shortages in the Emergency Department and Pediatrics will lead to extremely serious consequences.

First, Pediatrics; many hospitals, even the pediatrics departments of large tertiary hospitals, have already suspended night services.

After that, Zheng Ren doesn't even want to think about it.

Who knows.

After saying goodbye to Xie Yiren and Chu Yanran, Zheng Ren, while calling Director Sun to ask him to send patients later, hurriedly changed clothes and arrived at the Emergency Department before 8.

The night-shift doctors were already overwhelmed, faces full of fatigue, they could fall asleep standing up.

Zheng Ren quickly relieved him of duty, letting him go rest properly.

Year after year in this work environment, the body stays in a sub‑healthy state; getting sick is normal. Not getting sick, with an iron‑man‑like guarding of the Emergency Department, would be abnormal.

Director Pan wasn't there, and Zheng Ren didn't preside over the handover; he simply briefed the night‑shift doctor on the observation patients, checked the rooms, then sat in the internal medicine consultation room waiting for patients to arrive.

There was no need to wait; what should have been a relatively quiet morning saw patients streaming in nonstop.

Zheng Ren, after all, is a man who has the Big Pig Trotter.

Frankly, the Emergency Department is more suited to him than the Operating Room.

He didn't even have time to question the Big Pig Trotter; the patient sat opposite, without asking about medical history, he first glanced at the diagnosis in the upper‑right corner of his System Panel, then did a brief inquiry and ordered tests.

This process is extremely fast; Zheng Ren had sorted out dozens of patients in a clean, efficient manner.

But even so, when the patients being examined ahead returned, outside the emergency internal medicine clinic's examination room a buildup of patients began to appear.

Zheng Ren was writing a prescription for a patient when a voice suddenly came over.

"Doctor, give me an IV!"

He glanced over; it was a woman in her forties. She had her hair permed in the big, explosive style popular decades ago. She looked full of energy, not like she had any illness.

Zheng Ren glanced at the Xitong Diagnosis again; there was no problem, only the background green was a bit faint.

She doesn't even qualify as sub-healthy; she has no illness, so why hang an IV?

"What's wrong with you?" Zheng Ren asked while finishing the previous patient's prescription.

"I have a slight headache, I need an IV." The woman spoke in a very overbearing tone.

Zheng Ren glanced at the patients waiting behind; they had no objections, and although he was reluctant inside, he still gave the prescription to the previous patient and let the woman sit down.

Based on Zheng Ren's clinical experience, a woman of this age, if she flies into a rage, is the hardest to deal with.

If you let her go wait in line behind, she could cause a disturbance here all morning.

Bad money drives out good; good people always end up losing—basically that's how it is.

Of course, if it were like those legendary doctors, patients who skip registration and squeeze in directly can be refused treatment.

If she starts causing trouble, two police will appear and take her away…… Zheng Ren considers this situation a human paradise.

But after all, he is stuck in the mundane world of red dust, and there's nothing he can do.

"Headache? How long has it been?" Zheng Ren asked, although he knew she was probably hysterical, he still asked patiently.

"Why ask so many questions!" The woman's eyes flashed sideways, the flab on her face trembled three times, and Zheng Ren felt grease splatter onto him.

"You didn't come to see a doctor, did you?"

"I need an IV, are you deaf?"