Chapter 448: 440 Jianghu Status

The patient was taken away by Feng Qing, and Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.

He had more confidence in Feng Qing's ability; although his speech wasn't eloquent, his skill was still high. It's not like performing crosstalk—what's the point of a doctor having such a slick tongue?

Originally they planned for the Inpatient Chief of Endocrinology to come for a consultation, perhaps hesitating whether the patient's head injury warranted a debate over going to neurosurgery or similar.

The patient's luck wasn't bad—there were several neighbors willing to pay for his treatment, and he even ran into a doctor like Feng Qing, whose skill was comparatively high.

After seeing off the emergency cases, this clinic was already in full swing.

In less than half an hour, nearly twenty patients were queuing outside.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless—emergency work, no wonder nobody wants to do it.

While seeing patients, Zheng Ren incidentally admitted an acute appendicitis patient to the Inpatient Department and called Su Yun to prepare for surgery.

While making the call, Zheng Ren's mood was somewhat complicated.

Usually he's the one answering calls; now he's making them—a role reversal that feels inexplicably odd.

Right after finishing lunch, the sky had already darkened. Zheng Ren didn't bother ordering dinner, and it wasn't until after six that the patients in the clinic were finally cleared out.

Now he could catch his breath; next came waiting for the patient surge after eight.

Zheng Ren took a break, pulling Fan Tian Shui to the side door for a smoke; after just two puffs, before he could say anything to Fan Tian Shui, he heard a voice coming from the hallway.

"Doctor…… my stomach hurts……"

Zheng Ren startled, then his temper flared; he flung the door open and shouted, "Keep quiet inside the hospital, don't you know?"

Su Yun giggled, stopped making noise, and ran over to Zheng Ren.

"I didn't come just to see you," Su Yun said with a chuckle.

"Is the appendectomy done?"

"It's been done long ago; I'm telling you, the professor and the Head of Interventional Radiology Department from the medical university have been waiting for you all afternoon." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed, "No time."

"I'm not just here to stand in for you for a bit," Su Yun said, blowing a strand of black hair from his forehead. "Academic matters should still be grounded. You really need to pay attention to this, Zheng Lao Ban."

Saying that, Su Yun switched to an extremely serious expression and said, "TIPS Surgery is a new surgical method—you shouldn't tell them everything. At the very least, wait until I and the professor publish our article before speaking."

"Unnecessary," Zheng Ren waved his hand.

Zheng Ren's thought was simple: he estimated that he was the only Master-level interventional doctor in the world, capable of crushing others with pure skill—worrying about these things was truly unnecessary.

Su Yun was somewhat surprised, glanced at Zheng Ren, his black hair fluttering above his forehead.

After a few seconds, he leisurely said, "Boss, sometimes I think you're pretending to be stupid, sometimes I think you're genuinely stupid."

"Pretty much the same."

"Um, if you add something like life, or add something like love, your words could turn into a bowl of rich, oily chicken soup." Su Yun spat: "Don't you know that a brand‑new surgical method can be the best way to enhance your academic standing… your Jianghu status?"

Zheng Ren smiled, looked at Su Yun, and said seriously: "Unnecessary—if everyone learned it, patients could be treated sooner, more people would benefit. Hiding and hoarding is completely unnecessary, just like life."

"……" Su Yun's gaze suddenly turned sharp; Zheng Ren knew he was preparing to unleash full fire, to spray himself.

Fan Tian Shui watched the two of them bickering pointlessly here, laughing in a simple‑hearted way.

But before Su Yun could get a word out, the nurse shouted, "Chief Zheng, there's a patient."

Zheng Ren hastily stubbed out his cigarette and hurried back into the hallway.

A middle‑aged man in his fifties, with a ruddy complexion tinged with worry, appeared before his eyes, being pulled by a child.

The middle‑aged man kept saying no, while the young man wore a stubborn expression.

The young man looked nineteen or twenty, in the prime of his health; although the middle‑aged man was also firm, he couldn't overpower him.

"Doctor, look at my grandpa, save him!" the young man said, seeing Zheng Ren rush over, his voice choked with tears.

Zheng Ren glanced at the Xitong Diagnosis in the upper‑right corner of his vision, and his heart turned cold halfway.

No, not just halfway—his whole heart was cold.

Su Yun said strangely: "Inside the hospital, what are you arguing about?"

"Su Yun!" Zheng Ren hissed softly, then stepped up to the two and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Su Yun was a bit surprised, but quickly realized the patient must have a problem—otherwise Zheng Ren, such as an honest and simple‑hearted person, would never speak to him in that tone.

He followed Zheng Ren solemnly, carefully observing the middle‑aged man.

"Doctor, my grandpa drank pesticide!" the young man exclaimed, on the verge of tears, grabbing Zheng Ren's arm and pleading, "Doctor, please, save him."

"Su Yun, take the patient for gastric lavage," Zheng Ren said in a low voice full of senior‑doctor authority.

Su Yun knew from his tone that the situation was serious, but seeing the middle‑aged man jumping about, seemingly fine, he felt strange.

Suddenly, something moved in his heart, and his face changed abruptly.

Without arguing with Zheng Ren, Su Yun took the middle‑aged man straight to the resuscitation room for gastric lavage.

"You, come with me." Having said that, Zheng Ren led the young man to the internal medicine consultation room, had him sit down, and asked, "What pesticide did you drink, and how much?"

"I don't know what pesticide it was; I drank about half a bottle." The young man said, setting down his canvas backpack, opening it, and pulling out a half‑bottle of pesticide.

"Doctor, this is it." The young man's tears were already flowing; "I know, gastric lavage will fix it, right, right?"

Zheng Ren glanced at the pesticide—the system's Big Pig Trotter hadn't been wrong; sure enough, it was paraquat!

This was the first time, after being bound to the system, that Zheng Ren genuinely hoped the Big Pig Trotter would give an erroneous diagnosis.

But the system, cold as ever, once again proved its correctness.

"What's your name?" Zheng Ren tried to soften his tone, attempting to soothe the young man.

"I'm Chu Wenshan," the young man said.

"Little Chu, are you in school or working?" Zheng Ren didn't continue with the condition, instead chatting with Chu Wenshan about everyday matters.

Chu Wenshan sensed something odd; he sprang to his feet, and two lines of tears streamed down from his eyes.

"Doctor, I'm a third‑year student in Sheng Cheng," Chu Wenshan said. "You… you have whatever… just say it straight."

"Please sit down first," Zheng Ren said, looking into his eyes.

Chu Wenshan seemed to have heard Zheng Ren's inner thoughts, trembling and swaying as he sat before Zheng Ren.

"Paraquat, a small dose still offers hope, although…… actually hope isn't great either. But the patient drank so much, there really is no hope left." Zheng Ren helplessly spoke the truth.

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The plot that had originally been deleted, during the New Year period, a classmate working at Southern Hospital encountered such a case again. Although the state no longer permits its manufacture, some still exists. I didn't write about the previous case; I merely gave a brief description later, trying to lighten the sorrowful atmosphere as much as possible.

Live earnestly, work hard. No matter how difficult the matter, after some time, looking back it all becomes breezy and calm.

Ten years ago, a young nurse; every night shift, I would buy her a cola. Because she couldn't marry her boyfriend of five or six years, she attempted suicide. Well, she didn't die. The ICU is no joke. The next day when I went to work, she was still in a semi-conscious state. She told me, "Brother, I want a cola."

Whether taking medicine or other means, honestly, it's quite painful. Now the young lady has married, borne children, happy and content. But speaking of this impulse, she is full of regret. Although she didn't die, she has been left with a lingering ailment.

Can't say any more, or I'll have to charge. As the old saying goes, "When the boat reaches the bridge, it will go straight naturally." Don't be afraid, don't panic, just wait and see.