Chapter 805: 793 City folks, they really know how to have fun

793 City folks, they really know how to have fun.

Zheng Ren's hand went numb for a moment.

This is a normal reaction; the trouble Su Yun mentioned is most likely a medical disturbance.

Hearing those two words 'medical disturbance', which doctor wouldn't get a headache?

Back when hospitals were pushed onto the market, all contradictions eventually concentrated in doctor-patient relations. This is the big picture; nobody can do anything about it.

Back when he was in Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren also imagined that doctor-patient relations at the Capital City Large Tertiary Hospital might be better.

Indeed, this place is much better than Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, but there are definitely no shortage of doctor-patient conflicts.

After working here for ten days, Zheng Ren and Doctor Shen chatted and heard that a certain orthopedics hospital had several major medical disputes the year before. Those coming were the most professional medical troublemakers, well-versed in all the tricks; the hospital's medical department and legal advisors were no match for them.

Really, no matter the industry, if you reach the top level it becomes a discipline; assuming medical troublemaking is also a profession.

912 Hospital also isn't a pure land; it will have medical disputes and medical troublemakers. Zheng Ren hung up Su Yun's call, rushed downstairs, and headed toward the pediatric emergency.

Although it wouldn't solve any practical problem, going there would just be to watch the excitement, and one would feel the sorrow of a rabbit's death, the fox's grief. But seeing what happened would also serve as a warning to oneself.

The pediatric emergency is in a standalone building beside the hospital's main gate. Since it sees more patients, its scale is larger than that of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan.

Even before getting close to the pediatric emergency, the crowd had already begun to grow.

It looks like the noise over there attracted many people's attention, and everyone went to watch the excitement.

Zheng Ren felt a bit gloomy; pediatrics is the department most prone to accidents—there's no second, it's utterly unique.

Pediatric doctors have become scarce to a certain degree; many would rather resign or pursue academic research than stay on the clinical front line.

In many hospitals nationwide, pediatric night shifts no longer have emergency services, and the way to deal with this is actually to lower the threshold for pediatric doctors.

Recent news has it that even veterinarians can work as pediatric doctors.

Zheng Ren cannot agree with this approach.

This can only lead to more and more medical disputes, making pediatric doctors ever fewer.

What a headache—whenever he hears words like 'trouble' or 'dispute,' his brains turn to mush.

But it cannot be denied that the dispute rate of hospitals like 912 Hospital, which are large tertiary hospitals nationwide, is indeed low.

Because most patients come from all over the country to seek treatment, they hold a sense of awe. Moreover, the doctors' skill is high, the misdiagnosis rate low, patients receive effective treatment, and being away from home, they can't kick up a fuss.

What's going on today?

Zheng Ren quickly walked through the crowd and saw Su Yun waving at him from the flowerbed in the distance.

Spring had arrived and flowers were blooming; the flowerbed gradually gained vivid colors. Yet in Zheng Ren's heart, everything was a dull gray.

Having reached Su Yun's side, Zheng Ren squeezed in. The people nearby glanced at him twice, saw he was wearing a white coat, and said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.

Looking over from afar, a woman was holding a crying child, and in the system panel the child's background color was gradually turning pallid.

This is the interval between life and death; Zheng Ren sighed.

No matter what, a baby still in swaddling clothes is innocent.

"I chatted with Manager Peng for a while, reached several agreements, and hurried back. Thinking there was nothing wrong, I returned just to reflect on the cooperation process." Su Yun said: "I saw that woman come out holding the child, wailing loudly. She first said they weren't given treatment, then said they used the wrong medicine and killed the child."

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

Last year in the pediatric emergency of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, Zheng Ren encountered a gang that extorted money by bringing a dead child's corpse to the hospital.

That time, the system's Big Pig Trotter scored big, because Zheng Ren saw the system panel was pallid and took precautions early.

This time, hearing Su Yun's account, Zheng Ren's first thought was medical troublemaking, and a hasty one at that.

The woman's story kept changing, meaning that at the outset she hadn't decided what to say and could only improvise.

This matter...

Zheng Ren sighed again.

"Hey Boss, why are you coming over in a white coat? Are you not afraid of making a big deal, or do you want the patient's family to grab you and give you a beating?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren's white coat, found it glaring, and retorted directly.

"I just finished looking at the images, hadn't changed clothes yet, and then I got your call."

"Take off the white coat and let's see what's going on." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren took off his white coat, rolled it up, held it in his hand, and narrowed his eyes to look.

The hospital's medical department staff had already arrived, were assessing the situation, and comforting the patient's family.

Yet the situation didn't improve with the medical department's involvement; instead the woman's wailing grew fiercer, and she even used the child's body to ram a junior staffer of the medical department.

Zheng Ren's eyebrows furrowed.

He could now determine that this was a medical troublemaking incident.

Although it wasn't a long-premeditated, carefully plotted scheme, the patient's mother seemed to know the child couldn't be saved and was exerting all her effort to blow the matter up.

In domestic affairs, once a matter blows up, various forces will cover it up and spend money to settle it.

Regardless of right or wrong.

"Boss, something's not right." Su Yun also sensed something amiss and said softly.

Everyone around was a noisy crowd; his words were drowned in the din, and besides Zheng Ren, no one else noticed what the two were communicating.

"Yes, I feel this won't be small." Zheng Ren focused his gaze, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

After arriving at 912 Hospital, he looked at images every day and received much gratitude and respect from patients' families; Zheng Ren didn't think much of it. Now it seems he had indeed gotten carried away.

Just as in Hai Cheng, one must maintain high vigilance; otherwise, once involved with medical troublemaking, and with some ulterior motives fanning the flames behind the scenes, the situation would spiral out of control.

By then, don't even talk about calmly working on a Nobel Prize project; he might end up being chased out to another hospital, disgraced.

At worst, his medical license would be revoked outright...

If that happened, he would only be able to go abroad.

Zheng Ren's pessimistic mind ran wild, imagining all kinds of dire outcomes.

As he was thinking, a group of people surged in through the main gate. They came one after another, but not far apart; it looked like they had arrived together.

Because the hospital entrance couldn't accommodate that many cars, it seemed lacking in 'organization'.

Several women in their forties or fifties came to the patient's mother's side and burst into loud wailing. It was the kind of grief that went deep to the bone, with snot and tears streaming, truly heartbreaking.

"This is paid mourning; there are people who specialize in it." Su Yun explained to Zheng Ren, "Eight hundred a day, not a bad earning."

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless; in Hai Cheng, he had never encountered such a professional person.

City folks, they really know how to have fun.