Chapter 569: 560: Making Rounds, All Under Ten Thousand Steps

Yesterday, the Night Shift God treated Director Kong's dissatisfaction.

Everyone at the City First Hospital's Emergency Ward, including the rotating nurses and the head nurse who was dragged from home in the early morning, was exhausted.

Zheng Ren, on the other hand, wanted to go home, soak in the bathtub, and sleep soundly, then happily send Director Kong off the next day.

But, no.

Yesterday, there were so many surgical patients; Su Yun watched them all day.

Regarding Su Yun staying in the hospital, Zheng Ren still felt reassured.

But we can't just keep milking a single sheep, can we?

Of course, Zheng Ren sees himself as that sheep being sheared, completely unaware.

When he had a moment, he sent Xie Yiren a message saying he planned to stay at the hospital tonight and not go home.

Xie Yiren's side seemed listless, not replying as quickly as usual. Zheng Ren knew she was also exhausted.

Catching up on sleep during the day cannot in any way make up for the fatigue and harm caused by staying up late.

Assuming Xiao Yi Ren was half‑awake, Zheng Ren smiled and said good night to Xie Yiren, then began his rounds.

Su Yun followed Zheng Ren, leading him expertly on a first round of the Emergency Ward patients.

Yesterday's postoperative patients…… were actually mostly absent!

Zheng Ren couldn't help but marvel: as technology advances and minimally invasive procedures like laparoscopy are introduced, patients' postoperative suffering is truly decreasing.

Whether it's laparoscopic appendectomy or cholecystectomy, on the first postoperative day patients can't wait to go home…… This is a good thing, showing patients recover quickly. If they were still in pain, even if we chased them away, they wouldn't leave.

However, this is a major medical hidden danger.

Surgery, postoperative complications are myriad; Zheng Ren also cannot fully guarantee that laparoscopic postoperative patients won't encounter problems.

But Zheng Ren has no way to keep patients in the hospital.

Although worried, restricting personal freedom like that…… we can't have Fan Tian Shui swinging a plastic baton down the halls, can we?

Here, it's not a prison.

Absent patients meant nothing was wrong, but Zheng Ren still called each one, inquiring about the current situation with the patients and their families, and gave them precautions.

Su Yun found this contemptible, pursed her lips, but didn't lash out at Zheng Ren.

"Director Sun's grandson, is he in ICU or general surgery?" Zheng Ren asked after seeing the patients in this ward.

"General surgery." Su Yun said, "He's recovering well, just not very cooperative."

An eleven‑month‑old child being cooperative would be a miracle.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun went together to the General Surgery Ward 2.

This route, Zheng Ren knows it better than anyone.

General Surgery Wards 1 and 2 are opposite each other; a few months ago, Zheng Ren walked this route to work every day.

Now that he's about to leave Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren feels a tinge of nostalgia.

But this artistic mood can't overcome the fatigue of thirty‑six hours without sleep. Zheng Ren is pondering whether to drink some energy potion.

That faint mint flavor, Zheng Ren still remembers.

Before, Zheng Ren used to worry a lot, especially afraid that the energy potion contained unknown ingredients that could harm his body.

But looking at it now, after drinking the energy potion for so long, his body shows no special reaction; it should be fine.

Forget it; better not to drink it if possible, just in case nothing happens tonight.

Zheng Ren can only hold onto that "just in case" hope.

After all, the Night Shift God's expertise includes another move called "throwing stones into a well."

Arriving at General Surgery Ward 2, Su Yun led Zheng Ren to the innermost private room.

He knocked gently, then Zheng Ren opened the door with extreme care and tiptoed inside.

Director Sun sat in a chair, looking at his little grandson. Hearing someone enter, he turned and saw Zheng Ren, then quickly stood up.

Seeing the child already asleep, Zheng Ren made a mouth shape saying "let's talk outside."

Director Sun nodded, and several people left the ward.

"Chief Zheng, how come you're here?" Director Sun looked much older, every wrinkle deeper, full of dust and fatigue.

"It's not that I'm not worried; I just came to take a look."

"Chief Zheng, thank you." Director Sun thought for a while, didn't know what to say, and finally managed to utter this sentence.

"You're too polite." Zheng Ren laughed, "Is the child recovering well?"

"Quite well; he already passed gas tonight." Director Sun said this, then perked up a bit, a smile spreading across his face, giving those knife‑carved wrinkles a hint of pleasure.

"All right then." Zheng Ren said, "I won't belabor this side; Director Sun, you handle it."

"Mm, Chief Zheng, rest assured, there's definitely no problem." Saying this, Director Sun felt grateful and said, "I still need to thank you for my grandson's situation. If the diagnosis weren't accurate, I'd probably just be doing manual reduction. The underlying disease wouldn't be solved, so later we'd still have to do intestinal intussusception."

Saying this, Director Sun thought that without Zheng Ren, next time intestinal intussusception could still not be relieved by air enema. Another surgery…… would lead to adhesions and obstruction, and the child is still under one year old……

He shivered, but then realized it was just his own fantasy, and let out a breath.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren chuckled, "You go about your work; I'll go check on the other patients."

Director Sun nodded; he'd already said many thanks, and saying more would be overly sentimental.

All the way to the elevator, the doors closed slowly, and Director Sun bowed to Zheng Ren inside.

"Boss, do you think this is like bidding farewell to a corpse?" The elevator doors shut, and Su Yun habitually snorted.

"……" Zheng Ren said nothing, just shook his head.

The white‑haired Director Sun, though of average ability, is cautious and meticulous, a bit slick; one could even say greasy.

But in this matter, Zheng Ren can sense his deepest, most sincere gratitude.

The two then went to see other patients—orthopedics, obstetrics, interventional surgery embolization hemostasis treatment—whose postoperative recoveries were swift, almost immediate.

Seeing that the patients had already moved past the critical stage of hemorrhagic shock, the numbers on the monitors and the diagnoses in the system panel showed they were gradually improving, and the bodily fatigue seemed to have lessened considerably. (Note 1)

After making a big round, it took nearly two hours.

Just making rounds, checking post-op patients, I walked over ten thousand steps.

Sent Su Yun home to rest, but Su Yun had a bit of Worry, asking Zheng Ren if he could keep things under control.

Seeing the faint mockery on his handsome face, Zheng Ren secretly felt hurt.

I don't want that either—who wouldn't want to lie in bed and sleep until waking naturally?

Hopefully.

Zheng Ren's hope eventually became reality.

When they returned, Yang Lei had already lain down; Zheng Renze, on another bed, lay down fully clothed.

After waking up, the sky was already bright.

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Note 1: This feeling is truly existent. Especially for patients whom I personally rescued successfully, even a slight improvement really equals the effect of a vial of stamina potion.