Chapter 818: 806 The Truth Comes Out

Suturing the duodenal bulb, Zheng Ren lightly touched the still inconspicuous tumor, feeling endless regret.

But the patient's current condition cannot withstand any further damage, even the collateral damage from surgery.

Even now, surviving in the ICU is considered fortunate. As for the future, Zheng Renye also has no good options.

Suturing, irrigation, checking twice—no active bleeding—Zheng Ren began closing the abdomen.

Having reached this point in the surgery, Zheng Ren's work is done.

Seeing Jiang Zong's assistant finish the instructions, he returned to scrub up, looked up at Jiang Zong, and said softly, "Jiang Zong, I'm heading out."

"Boss Zheng, you're busy, you're busy." Jiang Zong said politely.

Zheng Ren wanted to smile, but he just let out a soft sigh and stepped down.

Sitting in the changing room, Zheng Ren gazed at the outside sky and silently smoked a cigarette. With food and clothing assured, isn't that good enough? Why go through all this trouble?

After finishing the cigarette, Zheng Ren ended his contemplation.

He himself hadn't been seeking an answer either.

Such matters are humanity's ultimate question—there simply is no answer.

Human greed is insatiable, and it has always been so.

He tossed the cigarette butt, Zheng Ren changed his clothes, and left the operating room.

Sister Lin wasn't there, so Zheng Ren left her a WeChat message and returned to the Intervention Department.

In the office, Su Yun cradled her phone while talking with Chang Yue, their heads together, looking quite intimate.

"Hey, what are you two up to?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

Chang Yue lifted her head, seemingly oblivious to Zheng Ren's smile, her expression dead serious, and said, "Chief Zheng, come look."

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren's curiosity was piqued.

What's going on?

"In the pediatric emergency department, Xiao Yin posted lots of photos on her Moments." Su Yun lowered her head, took Chang Yue's phone, and flipped through the pictures one by one.

Zheng Ren moved closer.

What met his eye was a lab report; the header of a certain Women and Children's Hospital in Di Du was strikingly visible.

He didn't rush to check the lab results—the child was already dead, so the indicators no longer mattered.

Zheng Ren glanced at the time—it was this morning's emergency lab test.

As it turns out, that's exactly it—Su Yun, this bastard, never hesitates to speculate about people's hearts from the darkest places.

Finally glancing at the numbers on the lab sheet—countless arrows, outrageously high figures—every one indicated the child's condition had deteriorated to an extreme degree.

Su Yun examined everything slowly—each photo, or inpatient record, or emergency lab sheet—she looked at them with great care, far more meticulously than she usually reviews pre‑op patient data.

Flipping through them one by one, it took nearly ten minutes to finish the nine photos.

The situation was clear: the child's mother had just completed discharge formalities; judging by the timing, she must have then gone to the nearby 912 Hospital.

Why the 912 Hospital?

Only one reason—it's close by.

Zheng Ren felt helpless—was this an innocent disaster? Or perhaps a big hospital just letting a little slip through its fingers would be enough?

As for the possibility that these photos leaked patient privacy, Zheng Ren hadn't even thought about it. Things are as they are; we can't just wait to be wronged.

"Rumor has it the child's mother is a nurse from the Women and Children's Hospital itself." Su Yun said gloomily.

This person's heart must already be pitch‑black, and even her tone has unconsciously turned like this.

Back on the front lines, Zheng Ren still remembered Su Yun saying his own worldview had changed.

Who would have thought it would drag him back so quickly?

Zheng Ren shook his head and then sighed.

From the simple information, he had basically sketched out the truth of the matter.

The child was hospitalized for treatment at some hospital, but the condition was severe and progressed rapidly.

The parents' motives are unclear; perhaps the mother had seen many medical disturbances succeed?

Anyway, after seeing the emergency lab results in the morning and receiving the final critical‑illness notice, she completed discharge procedures and went to the 912.

Thus, a farce unfolded just like that.

"Any news on that side?" Zheng Ren asked.

"They've dug to the bottom—what else can be done? This person wanted to profit from the child's death, but didn't expect to kick an iron plate." Su Yun sneered, "Quick to react, solid evidence—what more can be done? We're already at this point; I don't believe the 912 can't settle this."

Having said that, Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren through the black hair across her forehead and said, "Boss, if this ends with just a payout, I'd suggest we go to another hospital. Or we could open a pet clinic in Du Du— the income wouldn't be bad. If you want to do research, how about we go abroad? Fugui'er would love to jump for joy."

"……" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"If you don't want to open a pet clinic or go abroad, that's fine too." Su Yun said, "Just six beds—back in Hai Cheng we'd have more beds than this. Tell Dean Xiao you have a Nobel Prize project, and he'll allocate half the hospital to you. Add the surgery livestream from Xinglin Yuan, and learners will flood in, patients will flood in, and we'll have countless surgeries to do."

"Oh my goodness, Yun Ge'er, I think your idea is solid." Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "How about we go to the Heidelberg Medical Center?"

"Oh, cut it out— a little ripple gets you all worked up." Zheng Ren said, "Don't worry, just work hard, and…"

"Tch!" Su Yun scoffed, "Where should we eat tonight? I want to drink. Fugui'er, you and Xiaobao'er go together, and when you get back we'll have a proper get‑together."

Zheng Ren wanted to say there was surgery today and postoperative patients needed care, but then he thought, with the duty doctor and Inpatient Chief present, and the Professor and little Oliver already busy for days, going out for a meal and relaxing is also appropriate.

"For dinner, I'm easy." Zheng Ren said, "You guys work it out—just add a pair of chopsticks for me."

"What a boring person."

"As long as I'm full, what I eat really doesn't matter." Zheng Ren laughed.

Saying that, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "How did your talk with the manager of Xinglin Yuan go?"

Su Yun snorted, "I thought you didn't care about this at all."

"How could that be!"

"I'll go consult a lawyer this afternoon about the detailed terms. Boss, it's a beautiful female lawyer—do you want to come along?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren Gang wanted to speak, but keenly perceived that Chang Yue's eyes seemed to have a light flashing like a blade cutting throat, so he forcibly swallowed his words back.

"The main thing you need to do is Surgery live broadcast; the patient side's expenses will be handled by the people from Xinglin Yuan; the specific terms, that side offers very favorable conditions. However, I'm pondering, how can we bring Longwind Micro-creation into this game?"

Su Yun said this, and Zheng Ren was very satisfied.

Feng Xu Hui was injured and left with a disability; being able to take him out to play, we still need to have a good time together.