Chapter 806: 794 Malicious Incident (Part 1)

Even without Su Yun's explanation, Zheng Ren could see it.

The patient's mother began to stare blankly, but later she joined in crying along with their wails.

This meant she didn't know them, there was no communication, and their forms of address were chaotic; but this chaos was hidden in the crying, so few noticed.

As the hired mourners arrived, the front of the pediatric emergency became even livelier.

A woman in her fifties cried while dragging a low‑level staffer from the Medical Department all over the place.

At this point, let alone solving the problem, the Medical Department's junior staffer could barely protect himself.

This was just the beginning; a crowd of men of various heights and builds gathered nearby and started wailing accusations.

The child had been killed by treatment, pitiful and innocent, and the deafening sobs heightened emotions, drawing tears from countless passersby.

They skillfully fabricated a shared‑suffering backdrop and, in a very short time, won the sympathy of onlookers; the whole operation was practiced to perfection.

If one claimed this was their first time doing it, Zheng Ren would surely not believe it.

This matter was troublesome, and Zheng Ren knew it clearly.

For such an affair, the Medical Department couldn't suppress it right away; otherwise later things would only become harder.

Having said that, facing professional medical troublemakers, the Medical Department also couldn't quell the matter immediately.

Because everything was too professional, there was no time to brew; it erupted instantly, leaving no chance to react.

"Boss, when do you think this will hit the news?" Su Yun lowered her head slightly, her gaze piercing through her black hair as she whispered to Zheng Ren.

Actually, he already had an estimate, but the habit of nagging is hard to change; he just wanted to talk to Zheng Ren to ease his inner tension.

"Soon," Zheng Ren said. "Probably in a few hours it will spread. If this isn't resolved by tomorrow morning, it will only grow bigger."

"I don't even know how many big V accounts and public accounts they bought to spread it," Su Yun said.

"Who knows? I think the incident happened quite suddenly, preparation was inadequate, and how big the uproar gets depends on the hospital's measures."

"Boss, you've been a bit spacey lately; be careful," Su Yun warned.

"Mm." Zheng Ren knew Su Yun was right and nodded.

Healing the sick? That also depends on whether the setting permits it.

Just like the pancreatic endocrine tumor patient we saw earlier, if I insisted on surgery, it would likely provoke even stronger resentment from the patient's family. (Note 1)

At 912, maybe nothing would happen. But if it were Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, the matter would become delicate.

It could be big or small; if handled properly, before the family turns hostile, saying a few pleasing words in line with their thoughts might suppress the issue. But if one insists on the original intention of healing and suggests surgery…

Zheng Ren shook his head and let out a long sigh.

Although it had nothing to do with him, Zheng Ren felt his limbs turn cold; he had entered a state of stress.

As time trickled by, the crowd in front of the pediatric emergency grew larger and the momentum swelled.

Although the Director of Medical Affairs arrived quickly, by the time he got there the situation had already reached an irredeemable point.

Earth‑shaking wails, a throng blocking the hospital gate, a chaotic crowd, and countless onlookers craning their necks.

In this environment, let alone solving the problem, the Director of Medical Affairs himself was swept into a massive vortex, unable to extricate himself.

The patient's family outright refused to talk to the Director of Medical Affairs, ignoring his suggestions for discussion and communication, and merely kept wailing their grievances.

Such indifference, displayed before everyone, looked utterly helpless.

In the crowd, people from various angles used their phones to record video.

Most of these people were curious onlookers who recorded audio‑video and posted it to their Moments and Weibo.

Moreover, a few professionals positioned themselves with an excellent vantage point to overlook the whole scene, and their phone cameras never stopped recording.

Zheng Ren keenly sensed these people's presence; he vaguely recalled that they had entered together with the other troublemakers.

Only their division of labor differed—they handled filming and photography, supplying material to big‑V Weibo accounts and public accounts.

This organization, really tight‑knit.

Moreover, aside from the woman who at the very start grabbed a Medical Department staffer a few times, no one laid hands on anyone, no banners were tugged; they skirted the edge of the law without actually violating any provision.

Zheng Ren marveled, "This is truly a seasoned act, comparable to my own surgical skill."

"Boss, still watching?" Su Yun said, a bit glum.

"Nothing worth seeing." Zheng Ren shook his head, his expression just as ordinary.

In Zheng Ren's and Su Yun's hearts, it was already quite clear. This was a heaven‑toppling matter; the chance of resolving it smoothly was slim, and it could even blow up into a nationwide major malicious incident.

Unless the hospital declares its stance and pays a large sum, achieving the goal of this medical‑trouble group.

Zheng Ren lowered his head, clutching a white coat, and could faintly hear the sound.

"Let's go, boss." Su Yun said: "What do you want to eat for lunch? You still haven't given me the money from Duo Bao."

"No money, I'll wait for the paycheck. I can't keep asking Xiao Yi Ren for cash, don't rush." Zheng Ren said indifferently while walking.

"By the way, have you handed over your payroll card?" Su Yun, wanting to lighten the recent oppressive mood, asked casually.

"Not yet—does the payroll card need to be turned in?"

"Are you an idiot?" Su Yun snapped. "Even kids know this; you're just pretending to be clueless here."

Zheng Ren froze for a moment; he really didn't know.

But having just arrived at 912, he hadn't even seen what a payroll card looks like.

Su Yun's enthusiasm for speaking was clearly low; after a few words she fell silent. Heaven knows what unpleasant memory she recalled, but her whole demeanor shifted slightly.

Zheng Ren took out his phone and began sending a WeChat message to Xie Yiren.

On Xie Yiren's end, the operating room had already been tidied up; there was nothing left to do.

Planning to go eat together, Zheng Ren also had no appetite, felt not hungry at all, and couldn't think of what to eat.

Professor Rudolf Wagner saw that Zheng Ren and Su Yun's faces looked bad; unusually, he didn't pester Zheng Ren about patient numbers, and sensibly stepped aside.

Zheng Ren changed his clothes, then went downstairs with Su Yun and Chang Yue to wait for Xie Yiren. No one spoke; the silence was as if they had encountered something.

"I was video‑chatting with Director Pan last night; he's also heading back to Hai Cheng." Zheng Ren felt the atmosphere was off, so he looked for a topic to say something.

Well, go back early, don't wear yourself out. In the evening I'll persuade the old director to rest early, not to get involved in medical matters if there's nothing wrong—are you tired? Su Yun complained.

Last December, when I had just entered V, one of my old patients experienced this situation. A Teacher at Chongqing Third Military Medical University said, it might be worth trying. But the patient's family strongly resisted; this matter became delicate.

Finally, when the old gentleman was discharged, the patient's son did not show up. I knew in my heart, any slight mistake would become a dispute.

In short, let's leave it at that.

This pediatric medical dispute, many readers should be fairly familiar with it. It happened either last year or the year before, quite a heated incident. Before the block, after watching the video, it basically matched the description.