Chapter 548: 539 Feeling Wronged and Crying

"What's going on?" Zheng Ren asked.

The 120 doctor had a strange expression and hurried over to Zheng Ren.

In Zheng Ren's upper right field of view, the system panel showed a light green; nothing's wrong, what's the fuss?

"Chief Zheng, this group had an argument with the bathhouse staff and started fighting." The 120 doctor wanted to laugh, but laughing would just make himself uncomfortable.

He suppressed his laughter and reported to Zheng Ren: "Only one is somewhat serious; the People's Hospital 120 arrived early and took them away. The rest are fine—I loaded eight into one vehicle."

Shortly after, another vehicle returned, also carrying eight middle-aged people.

Their clothing was a mess; some even came wearing only a bath towel in the deep winter, haphazardly putting on a pair of pants.

Damn it!

Zheng Ren worried, "If anyone gets frostbite, whose fault would that be?"

"Why don't you let them come properly dressed?" Zheng Ren's tone was slightly stern.

"Chief Zheng, we barely pulled the bathhouse staff apart; we don't dare delay too long, or if time drags on they might fight again and we'd have trouble explaining." The 120 doctor also felt wronged and complained.

Zheng Ren nodded and said, "Contact the bathhouse and have them send clothes. If they're worried about losing belongings, tell them someone might get frostbite—they'll bear full responsibility!"

After saying that, Zheng Ren brought the patients to the examination room, began assisting the on-duty surgeon with physical exams, and wrote orders.

Just as he entered the examination room, Zheng Ren heard a heart-wrenching cry.

"It's not that we can't beat them; we're wearing slippers—put any force and we'd fall flat on our backs, really can't fight." A big brother cried especially sadly, recounting how he lost: "They're wearing non-slip soles—how are we supposed to fight?"

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

Going to bathe at noon, with ten or twenty people, it's already quite bizarre to fight the staff. Probably it's because there are many people, the staff can't attend to everyone, someone has a foul mouth, and then arguments break out on both sides.

As for fighting, the bathhouse staff are all young men in their twenties, full of vigor. Moreover, wearing non-slip shoes there is normal. On the wet floor with various bath liquids and suds, this fight really can't be won.

But this big brother is overly aggrieved—actually crying like that in the emergency department.

Zheng Ren felt helpless.

In this situation, we can't skimp on examinations; whatever feels uncomfortable must be checked. Otherwise, trouble will arise in a few days.

Perhaps we won't even wait a few days—trouble will come immediately.

They can't beat the bathhouse staff, but they might vent their anger at the hospital.

Although Director Kong is well-informed, he rarely sees such bizarre things. Now he's had a drink, feeling relaxed, wandering the corridors pretending to be a patient's relative, looking around to get the full picture of Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department.

These patients were being handled when a young man resembling a team leader brought over a dozen youths to the emergency department.

Zheng Ren's heart tightened; he feared these two groups would clash again in the emergency department.

Each strong and sturdy, with dozens fighting, killing or maiming one or two would be normal.

A glance showed Fan Tian Shui standing like a spear at the door of the surgical consultation room, holding a rubber baton.

Although that baton is just a toy to scare people, Fan Tian Shui holding it feels different.

Zheng Ren relaxed.

The team leader came to the emergency surgical consultation room; unexpectedly, he had no intention of fighting. He first looked around, as if searching for someone, then his gaze locked onto Zheng Ren.

After Zheng Ren finished with the patients, he entered the consultation room, slightly bowed, and politely asked, "May I ask, are you Chief Zheng?"

Zheng Ren nodded, not knowing what this was about.

"Sixth Brother specifically told me not to cause trouble at City First Hospital's emergency department. Chief Zheng, do you find this convenient?" the team leader inquired.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Ren ignored the team leader's gaze and asked frankly.

Seeing this, the team leader realized they didn't want his bribe; there was nothing to do but proceed by the book.

"You've greeted us; we'll do as you say." The team leader then said, "I've brought some unwanted clothes; let the brothers make do wearing them. Their belongings are all sealed, with video, so nothing will be lost."

Zheng Ren nodded, beginning to appreciate how efficiently this young man handled things.

"What's your surname?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Chief Zheng, you're too polite. My surname is Zhao; you can call me Xiao Zhao." The team leader laughed and said, "I'll take them to pay and get checked; just assign someone to accompany and guide them."

Hey, you even thought of that?

Surely you're not going to take them away and beat them again, right?

Zheng Ren immediately laughed; he'd been overthinking. Once that surge of hot-blooded impulse passes—i. e., the moment of a crime of passion—who would beat someone to death? They're ordinary folks, not professional special forces like Fan Tian Shui.

"Mm, talk to them nicely." Zheng Ren instructed.

"Rest assured." The team leader smiled and said, "If I don't handle what Sixth Brother told me to do properly, I'll pack up tomorrow and slink back home from Hai Cheng—no face to stay in Hai Cheng."

Hearing that, the implied flattery made Zheng Ren feel especially pleased.

This young man is skilled, Zheng Ren judged.

"All right, you may go." Zheng Ren only then stood up and extended his hand.

The team leader wore a warm, unobsequious smile that inspired closeness; he shook Zheng Ren's hand, left contact information, and said that if anything happened on that side, they'd get in touch with Zheng Ren.

Watching them leave, Zheng Ren shook his head and walked out of the consultation room.

"Boss Zheng, I'm not saying this to you, but are you putting your energy into this?" Director Kong complained.

Zheng Ren gave a simple, honest smile and didn't argue with Director Kong.

Actually, Director Kong is right; compared to TIPS surgery, this kind of trivial matter isn't worth mentioning.

Zheng Ren was just about to greet Director Kong and invite him to sit awhile in the emergency ward when he heard a shrill cry coming from the corridor.

"Doctor, save me!"

Heart rate instantly 120 beats per minute.

Zheng Ren had no time to talk to Director Kong; he sprinted to the door of the emergency resuscitation room.

In the corridor, a crowd rushed forward; at the front was a burly man covered in grease, carrying a person on his back.

Because of the burly man, Zheng Ren couldn't see the patient's system panel; he quickly pointed to the emergency resuscitation room and said, "Here!"

The crowd surged into the emergency resuscitation room and laid the person on their back onto the examination bed.

No blood, no color, not even breath.

Diagnosis: rib Bone fracture, chest Bone fracture, heart crush injury, pericardial tamponade. The handwriting is very blurry, as if it were about to disappear into the white expanse of the System Panel's background.

Zheng Ren rushed forward, shoved aside the big man carrying the patient, and while tearing open the patient's clothes, shouted, "How did you get injured!"