Chapter 584: 575 Have You Ever Held Up a Banner?

It's still early; Gao Shaojie is about to go out for clinic, we've agreed to meet at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Then in the evening we'll first look at the images, see the patients, and then go out for a meal.

Zheng Ren told Feng Xu Hui to first take Professor Rudolf Wagner to the hotel to get a room, and to let him know when it's time to eat.

Feng Xu Hui naturally wanted to go with Zheng Ren, but Zheng Ren had already made arrangements, so he didn't object.

Hu Hai drove all the way to the underground parking lot of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in Sheng Cheng, then brought Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren to change clothes first.

The Medical University Affiliated Hospital has especially many outpatients each day; wearing casual clothes is not allowed inside.

After all, the patients have been waiting in line for a while, each feeling impatient; if someone swaggered straight in, there would be complaints every day.

Hu Hai saved himself the trouble; besides, it wasn't far, so he just brought Zheng Ren to change clothes.

Li Su Mei then took Xie Yiren back to the department to wait for a call, and she and Xie Yiren were chatting happily. Zheng Ren didn't understand anything about lipstick shades.

In Zheng Ren's view, lipstick is all just one color……

It was already getting close to off-duty time, but there were still many patients waiting outside the clinic. Zheng Ren and Hu Hai walked into the clinic and went straight to Gao Shaojie's consultation room.

Gao Shaojie was examining an elderly patient, performing percussion, roughly estimating the amount of ascites.

Seeing Zheng Ren come in, he excitedly said, "Boss, you're here!"

Zheng Ren waved his hand, indicating he should get back to work and not worry about him.

He put an old man on the examination bed, with the man's shirt still lifted up—really not proper.

The patient's family heard the slightly gray‑tinged Gao Shaojie address Zheng Ren as "Boss," and they were puzzled, secretly glancing at Zheng Ren with sidelong eyes, sizing him up and guessing.

After finishing the physical exam, Gao Shaojie disinfected his hands, picked up the film, placed it on the viewer, and said, "Boss, take a look—I think this patient is suitable for TIPS surgery."

Zheng Ren nodded and moved closer.

The patient is a typical case of end‑stage liver cirrhosis with portal hypertension, ascites, and splenomegaly.

The surgical indications were well chosen, with no problems whatsoever. Zheng Ren also glanced at the lab report and found no absolute contraindications to surgery.

After discussing, Gao Shaojie wrote the patient an admission order, left a phone number, and also ordered a liver MRI diffusion scan.

Before admission, completing all kinds of tests—especially those that require waiting in line—can shorten the hospital stay and improve bed turnover.

This is just a little trick; it doesn't really affect the patient himself.

While Gao Shaojie was writing the order, a person in a security uniform walked in.

Zheng Ren was recalling the patient's liver MRI plain and enhanced images when he heard a "clang".

The person in the security uniform was especially arrogant, walking in and kicking his foot onto Gao Shaojie's desk.

"Lao Gao, you're awesome!" that person shouted in front of the patient, directly berating: "I heard from my little brother—you damn well won't give me an extra number?!"

Gao Shaojie rubbed his glasses, wearing a look of disgust.

"Who gave you the guts!" the person snarled.

Zheng Ren lifted his head and took a look.

Huh? He seems very familiar.

The signature big yellow teeth pulled Zheng Ren's memory back to the obstetrics department's medical disturbance a few months ago.

Yeah, that's him.

Although Zheng Ren is face‑blind, the man's mouth with those big yellow teeth still vaguely showed vegetable leaves, making it obvious what he'd eaten at lunch.

Later, the person holding the banner seemed to be him as well……

"Are you from Hai Cheng?" Gao Shaojie didn't speak; Zheng Ren asked first.

"You damn well mind your own business…" Dahungya yelled, then glanced sideways, dazed, and swallowed the rest of his words.

"Have you ever held up a banner?" Zheng Ren couldn't remember whether the banner‑holder included him, his mind fixed on that, and he blurted out the question.

…… Dahungya instantly wilted, putting on a fawning smile, his waist involuntarily bending, "Doctor Zheng, Chief Zheng, Zheng……"

"Huh?" Zheng Ren stared at his eyes, really not daring to look at his mouth; those big yellow teeth seemed to come alive, and whenever he looked, they would tell him about the man's lunch.

"How did you come here, old man?" Dahungya inwardly groaned; having fled in panic to Sheng Cheng, he still couldn't escape this young master—what sin had he committed?

No way; when I go back tonight I'll definitely burn some paper, or else set off some firecrackers to dispel the bad luck.

"I've come to do surgery with Lao Gao." Zheng Ren smiled gently.

"Pa~~" Dahungya slapped himself on the face—not hard, but it made a particularly loud sound.

One look and you know he's experienced—this isn't his first time doing this.

"Master Zheng, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Dahungya bowed his body, apologizing repeatedly.

"Are you selling numbers?" Zheng Ren didn't get up, didn't stop him, and just asked lightly.

"Didn't Liu Ye say we're not supposed to cause medical disturbances anymore? I also think this can't last long, so I brought my brothers to Sheng Cheng to beg for a meal." Dahungya seized the moment to stop his hands, offering an apologetic smile: "My brothers all have families to feed; they need something to eat."

"Don't be so arrogant; if you have something to say, say it properly." Zheng Ren said, "Besides, just call me Zheng Ren."

"Okay, okay, Doctor Zheng, I won't bother you anymore." Dahungya's eyes darted around, trying to read Zheng Ren's expression to see if he was unhappy.

"Should I get lost then?" Dahungya anxiously looked at Zheng Ren and asked in a low voice.

"Go on, and remember to speak properly next time—don't be too greedy." Zheng Ren reminded him.

Dahungya kept bowing, not daring to lift his head, turned and ran.

As he turned, he was in such a hurry that he didn't notice and bumped his head against the door frame.

"Bang!" the sound was extremely loud, comparable to the kick he'd given the door.

Dahungya didn't dare shout in pain, covered his head, and vanished instantly.

Hu Hai stared at Zheng Ren in astonishment; young Boss Zheng may be small in age and skilled at surgery, but how could even this gang of ruffians be afraid of him?

This gang of ruffians is no simple matter.

Who controls the security at the Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital? Probably not even the director has the authority to assign them directly. This kind of jianghu matter, legend says, requires blood to be shed.

Every time the security is changed, the two or even several parties involved have to settle it privately.

It's said that this time it actually caused several deaths.

These people, not a single doctor wants to associate with them.

Generally, when people come to get a number, doctors also know they are scalpers. Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital can't compare to the large tertiary hospitals in Di Du and Modu; a registration number isn't too expensive, but if it's a scalper's number, one also costs several hundred.

Especially Gao Shaojie's expert-of-expert number is even harder to obtain.

Hu Hai slightly shook their head and praised, 'Teacher Zheng, you're really amazing!'

"Oh, a person from Hai Cheng." Zheng Ren said: "I once skewered with their older brother."

Zheng Renye also felt fortunate; he didn't want to encounter the Di Du Black Umbrella incident again. However, these people all care about face; it looks like they'll go back to find Xiao Liu to eat, to thank him.