Chapter 79

Zheng Ren waved, called the on-duty doctor of the Emergency Department out, and had Su Yun take over the consultation.

When their gazes crossed, Zheng Ren saw the sick girl's eyes flick to Su Yun for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a small universe had exploded.

"What a society that judges by looks," Zheng Ren sighed inwardly, called the on-duty doctor aside, and in the hallway exchanged updates on the recent emergency admissions.

With a bang, the office door of Director Pan opened, and Director Qian of the ICU stormed out.

Since there were patients outside, one had to keep some decorum, so the only thing that could bear the grievance was that door.

Director Pan wore a smile, leisurely following Director Qian's steps out. Just by looking at their expressions, one could tell who had the upper hand in the recent argument.

Watching Director Qian of the ICU storm off angrily, Director Pan was in high spirits, and seeing Zheng Ren there, called him into his office.

"Little Zheng, have a seat." Director Pan lifted his teacup, steam rising.

"In terms of work, what support do you still need?" Director Pan asked.

"Regarding interventional supplies, I've made a list for you; I hope it can be done soon." Zheng Ren did not sit, but like a new soldier reporting to his squad leader, he said earnestly: "Interventional surgery is useful for the diagnosis and treatment of the Emergency Department, like..."

Before he could finish, Director Pan waved his hand, cutting off Zheng Ren's words.

"Don't worry about this; I've already submitted a temporary purchase request. The supplies should arrive in the next two days. Since it's a temporary purchase, you just need to keep following up and communicate more with the Head Nurse." Director Pan was decisive; in two days he had already solved the hospital's thorny problem of procuring new supplies.

"Other... why did Su Yun come over?" Zheng Ren asked.

"He submitted the application himself, and reportedly he even had a big argument with Director Fu." Director Pan smiled, eyes narrowed, "He's a rare talent."

……

If you ask the nurses, that's indeed the case.

"I've looked over his file, and I called his comrades at Xiehe; reportedly, when he left Xiehe, everyone felt regret."

"Alright then." Zheng Ren does not persist much on non-principle matters.

Although Su Yun spoke a bit sharply, it's undeniable that he's good at getting work done when there are many people.

Even if he can't do anything, putting him up as a mascot would still put the Jizhenbingfang on the fast lane, speeding ahead.

Leaving Director Pan's office, Su Yun happened to walk out of the consultation room together with a young female patient.

The young female patient's cheeks were flushed, her big watery eyes full of spring.

Su Yun's face was expressionless; presumably he had finished telling the young female patient what needed to be said. He stood beside Zheng Ren like a ghost, silent.

It seemed the patient's problem had been perfectly solved, and Zheng Ren smiled.

"Doctor Su, should I come back here for my follow-up?" the young female patient ignored Zheng Ren's presence, her gaze passing through the air as if he weren't there, straight to Su Yun.

"I'm in the upstairs Jizhenbingfang; I don't see outpatients." Su Yun's tone was a bit impatient.

The seemingly elf-like girl didn't seem to catch the displeasure in Su Yun's tone; her face beamed with spring breeze, she made a cute ghost face, and said: "Then when I come for a follow-up, I'll go to the Jizhenbingfang to find you."

Having said that, she didn't wait for Su Yun to speak, turned and ran off.

She was just like a conservative girl from decades ago, when her feelings first began to stir.

Whether it was because her mind was in a turmoil or because of the 5-cm high heels under her feet, she twisted her ankle at the corner.

Really flustered…… Zheng Ren stared, mouth agape, at the girl's retreating back, feeling a myriad of emotions.

"The consultation seems to have gone smoothly." Zheng Ren walked toward the Jizhenbingfang while chatting casually with Su Yun.

"Not bad." Su Yun habitually flicked the black hair in front of his forehead, "I've been straightened out."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren blinked, "Straightened out? What does that mean?"

Zheng Ren, who had always been immersed in studying, Shou Bing, and caring for patients, had no idea about such things.

"Your diagnosis is correct; after the consultation I told her to go to the hand surgery outpatient clinic for a minor procedure, and then send the postoperative pathology specimen." Su Yun's zombie face, "She wants to have a meal with me, change dressings. For future troubles with female patients, please don't come to me."

"Oh." Zheng Ren uttered a meaningless "oh", but he was delighted inside. Seeing the sharp-tongued Su Yun suffer a setback was such a happy thing.

"If you were the one seeing patients, there definitely wouldn't be so much trouble. Which girl would be blind enough to ask you out for a meal?"

Su Yun's critical hits came one after another.

In a war of words, Zheng Ren was completely outmatched, so he endured ten thousand points of damage and silently returned to the Jizhenbingfang.

Chang Yue was still strolling around the ward, Zheng Ren returned to the office, opened his anatomy book, and began to accumulate skill points.

Su Yun sat in the chair behind Zheng Ren, quietly fiddling with his phone.

From time to time, a little nurse would pretend to pass by, walking straight past the office door. But Zheng Ren knew that before, they would never have passed by the office so many times.

After a while of reading, one of the Chu Family Sisters appeared before Zheng Ren, wearing a white coat on the outside and an isolation gown underneath.

"Chief Zheng, an elderly friend of my father's is sick; reportedly he shows severe signs of peritonitis." The Chu sister said, "Should I have him send the person directly to the Jizhenbingfang?"

"Did you ask about it?" Zheng Ren didn't look up, gripping the time to finish the last few lines.

"I made a simple inquiry; it's likely peritonitis. Exactly where the problem lies, I don't know." The Chu sister said.

"Let the person come first; how old is the patient?"

"76 years old; three years ago he had a cerebral infarction, mobility impaired, and has been cared for by a housemaid. The old man has a bad temper; when ill he just takes medicine for a few days himself, each time refusing to come to the hospital. This time too, only after developing a fever did he reluctantly agree."

"When will he arrive?" Zheng Ren finished the last few lines, then closed his thick book.

"About ten minutes."

Soon, the sound of a gurney rolling over the marble floor came from the hallway.

A man in his fifties, wearing casual clothes, refined yet dignified, helped push the gurney forward as he walked in quickly.

"Uncle Lin, you're here. This is our Chief Zheng; let's first take a look at Grandfather." The Chu sisters pushed the gurney into the resuscitation room, Zheng Ren followed and entered, completely failing to notice the patient's relative reaching out.

In Zheng Ren's eyes, only the patient existed. The patient's family... what are they?

The middle-aged, refined man felt a bit embarrassed.

"He's just like that—bad at interpersonal skills, but his medical expertise is top-notch." Su Yun followed Zheng Ren in, adding a comment that made it sound as if he were actually good at dealing with people.

In the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's field of vision, the System Panel displayed the patient's condition summary and diagnosis.

Acute exacerbation of chronic suppurative cholecystitis.

"Get a bedside ultrasound, check vital signs, have Chang Yue ask about medical history and any contraindications." Zheng Ren examined the patient while arranging: "If the family consents to Shou Bing and there's enough fasting time, you two prepare for general anesthesia, notify Xie Yiren, and ready the laparotomy instruments."

Chang Yue stood half a step behind Zheng Ren, holding a notebook and a pen, recording what Zheng Ren said.

For any parts Zheng Ren had omitted, Chang Yue asked again, and only after everything was clear did she close the notebook.

"Need Shou Bing?" the refined middle-aged man asked, somewhat puzzled.

"The patient has had cholecystitis many times; this is an acute attack. I estimate there are severe adhesions and edema inside. With conservative treatment, intravenous antibiotics drip would take a long time, and there would likely be dysbiosis, etc. I recommend Shou Bing removal."