Chapter 506: line with translation of chapter title

"Are they the biological parents?" Zheng Renji whispered to the ICU doctor, still clinging to a sliver of unrealistic hope.

"They came with the household register and ID card; we've confirmed it." The ICU doctor sighed.

Zheng Ren sighed, brushed past the ICU doctor, and went inside.

As the door closed, the sound of the young man banging his head against the floor came through—thud, thud, thud.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun said nothing, their expressions stern and cold.

Entering the ICU, Zheng Ren first glanced at the boy with rebar penetrating his wound. He had awakened, a saline gauze pad covering his eyes.

With ventilator assistance, vital signs were stable, and the ventilator readings were relatively optimistic.

Su Yun went to check the lab report; soon he gestured a "V" sign to Zheng Ren.

This should have been a happy matter, but because both had things on their minds, no one laughed; instead they communicated through tacit understanding and gestures.

The boy was likely to survive; Zheng Ren glanced again at the perianal drainage—output was small, so the drain could probably be removed in a day or two.

After seeing the patients he needed to, Zheng Ren wanted to leave.

The ICU doctor who had just been talking with the patient's family at the doorway returned, face grim, and upon entering threw the chart clipboard onto the table.

"Pull the tube!" said the ICU doctor.

Seeing her lose her temper, the on-duty nurses reacted—some stayed silent, some sighed, some simply left the ICU for the staff room, unwilling to witness it.

Zheng Ren stopped in his tracks, coldly watching the ICU doctor take a sterile pack and go to remove the tube from the young female patient.

She could still be treated; the hope of recovery and discharge was great… no! The hope of recovery and discharge was immense.

But,

Just like that,

abandoned by her family.

Zheng Ren suddenly recalled that yesterday, when he came to see the patient, the ICU doctor said the young man refused, no matter what, to call his family.

He must have anticipated that once the girl's parents were found, they would abandon treatment.

Really… really damn it!

The ICU doctor, face grim, withdrew the ventilator and began pulling the tube.

A young, vibrant life was just snuffed out…

Zheng Ren fell silent; a ball of fire rose in his heart, blazing fiercely.

A few seconds later, the ICU doctor abruptly gave up, shouted angrily, then with trembling hands reinserted the endotracheal tube, secured it, and reconnected the ventilator.

What should have been a simple maneuver seemed to drain all her strength.

Turning to leave, she suddenly squatted, clutching her head and burst into tears.

"Why are you crying?" Su Yun, face grim, approached to say a few comforting words.

"When I pulled the tube, she bit the endotracheal tube with her teeth…" The female ICU doctor could not bear this near‑murderous act; her mind was already showing signs of breaking down.

Zheng Ren felt his whole body boiling, frowned, and said in a low voice: "Don't pull the tube yet; I'll get in touch."

Before his eyes, the young man kept kowtowing, his forehead striking the ground, skin splitting and flesh torn, blood flowing—a scene impossible to erase. Meanwhile, the background music was the sound of the girl biting the endotracheal tube in an empty expanse.

This was not a terminal cancer patient whose family, fearing the elderly would suffer too much, decided to forego treatment.

Nor was it a patient beyond saving.

This was a patient with the simplest form of congenital heart disease—a patent arterial duct—requiring only a minor procedure to fix.

Perhaps twenty years ago it would have needed open‑chest surgery, but now interventional surgery can completely cure a patent arterial duct.

Thigh,

femoral artery,

a needle‑sized puncture,

a few thousand yuan,

a life!

The crucial point is that Zheng Ren has already contacted Feng Xu Hui; Longwind Micro‑creation can supply the consumables.

Even this isn't enough—what else can be done?

Zheng Ren is already furious beyond measure.

Perhaps twenty years ago, while the girl was still in swaddling clothes, she had already been abandoned.

These twenty years, she has been lucky—no onset of illness; or if she did fall ill, she endured it on her own.

A bout of flu shattered this fragile balance.

Zheng Ren decided to do something.

Perhaps in the past Zheng Ren would have silently respected the family's opinion, but after unexpectedly meeting Liu Tianxing in Sheng Cheng today, he underwent changes he himself hadn't noticed.

"Director Pan, there's such a patient in the ICU I want to report to you." Zheng Ren coldly held the phone and briefed the old Director Pan on the condition.

Su Yun stood beside Zheng Ren, head slightly bowed.

The black hair on his forehead floated weakly, drifting aimlessly.

After Zheng Ren gave a brief report, holding the phone, both sides fell silent at once.

Such an incident appears simple and quite clear‑cut, but to reverse it is absolutely beyond a doctor's capability.

"Director Pan, please trouble yourself to think of a way." Zheng Ren said: "I'll keep contacting from my end and consider other options."

"Okay, thanks for the trouble." Zheng Ren said that and hung up.

He thought, found a number on his phone, and dialed it.

Su Yun habitually wanted to snap at Zheng Ren, but held back when the words reached his lips.

"Director Kong, this is Zheng Ren."

"Oh oh, okay, I'm ready whenever you call."

Um, there's something I'd like to trouble you with. Earlier I did bump into a sports car, right? I remember a big lawyer came saying he wanted to sue me for intentional injury.

No, no, I'm not going to trouble him. I have a patient here with some issues, and I want to consult the relevant legal provisions.

Yes, just have Lin JiaoJiao from Yimei give me a call.

Don't worry, I'm always at your beck and call here; one phone call and I'll come flying over.

Having said that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Su Yun saw Zheng Ren's expression unusually solemn and serious, even… even with a hint of determination.

Su Yun also felt Strange, for Zheng Ren, who hates any trouble, what he did today truly counts as breaking character.

"Boss, what do you want to do?" Su Yun asked.

"Let's keep it as is for now, I'll look for… that lawyer, I think his surname is Ge. I'll have Lawyer Ge come to sue, I'm wondering whether I should contact Hai Cheng Urban News." Zheng Ren said.

"Yo ho, Boss, you're quite skilled at this medical troublemaking." Su Yun had endured for a long time; now he finally couldn't hold back and started to spew.

"I've looked into it, it's not that difficult." Zheng Ren sneered.

Su Yun was slightly startled; it was the first time he saw that sneering expression on Zheng Ren's face.

With a touch of contempt and resolve, it gave Su Yun the illusion that Zheng Ren had become calmly insane.

While still in surprise, Zheng Ren picked up the phone again and made a call.

"Editor-in-chief Tang, this is Zheng Ren."

From the other end of the phone, an unrestrained cheerful laugh came through; Su Yun heard in the laughter a fullness of vibrant spring.

"Hmm, yes, there's something I'd like to trouble you with."

"Alright, then come to my office; let's talk in person. As for the specifics, I have no idea either—I'll need to hear your opinion."

"All right, see you soon."

"Boss, are you going all out?" Su Yun exclaimed in surprise.