Chapter 832: 820 Entrusted to Chang Yue (Alliance Leader's Book Bag Bonus Chapter 2)

Hu Yan Hui carried a black backpack, following behind Zheng Ren, her face showing nervous excitement.

Chang Yue had a blank expression, and together they went to the Department of Gastroenterology. For her, communicating with patients' families was basically not difficult.

"Boss, will we be able to do surgeries in other departments from now on?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked happily.

The only reason for the restriction on surgical volume now is the shortage of beds.

Actually Professor Rudolf Wagner didn't understand this at first, but after being here a while, he gradually accepted the reality.

Now there might be a chance to break through the limit—how could he not be happy!

"Let's try; we need to do this exceptionally well so that doctors in other departments can feel assured. This is a positive feedback loop, so we definitely cannot be careless just because the patients are from other departments," Zheng Ren said while walking.

"Fugui'er."

"Heh heh, boss."

"After the surgery, we two will check the wards twice a day. Also, in other departments, you should speak as little as possible." Zheng Ren earnestly instructed Professor Rudolf Wagner.

"Mm, don't worry, I'll be as quiet as a bird." The professor whispered.

"Your spoken Chinese is fine; can you write now?"

"Not yet, I'm still learning. Boss, you don't know—each Chinese character looks like a three-dimensional structure to me, and memorizing them is especially troublesome." The professor complained, but it seemed he was studying earnestly.

His scholarly attitude is rigorous enough to describe Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Zheng Ren didn't know what the professor was like at Heidelberg University, but right before him the professor was humble, cautious, hardworking, and eager to learn—that was enough.

Hu Yan Hui followed behind Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner, curiously sizing up the professor. She hadn't expected that this Zheng Teacher, who looked unremarkable, would have such a strong research team.

It was just that this foreigner spoke fluent Northeastern dialect, which sounded unusually theatrical.

Arriving at the Department of Gastroenterology, it was already past quitting time, so the doctors' office wasn't as crowded, seeming a bit deserted.

Manager Liu was busy, not knowing whether she was reviewing medical records or looking at patients' lab reports. Feeling a group appear at the office door, she looked up and saw Zheng Ren, immediately breaking into a warm smile.

"Boss Zheng, how come you're here so early?"

"There's an opening for the MRI around five-thirty; I was thinking of first taking the patient to get in line." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Do you need my help?"

"For now, no. If there's anything I need to trouble you with, I definitely won't stand on ceremony."

After exchanging a few polite words, Zheng Ren went to the ward, called the patient's son to get a wheelchair, and pushed the elderly lady to get an MRI.

The mother and son had clearly argued; the old woman's spirits were low, and the man was also somewhat huffy.

As for family matters, Zheng Ren would definitely not get involved. Trying to mediate would be futile, and if he did, he'd end up offending both sides.

Just take care of seeing patients.

However, this time Zheng Ren had an extra task: to persuade the patient's son to agree to the surgery live broadcast.

Chang Yue should be fine.

What Zheng Ren worried about most was tomorrow's surgery live broadcast.

This kind of live broadcast—the kind on websites—had not yet appeared domestically.

Zheng Ren glanced sideways at the somewhat flustered girl behind him who couldn't inspire confidence, and sighed inwardly.

Anyway, this time we'll leave it to the people from Xinglin Yuan to handle; if they can't, I'll take over myself.

Forget it, no point thinking about it—overthinking won't help. The patient's family are too unsophisticated, and I don't know if they'll accept the surgery live broadcast.

Let Chang Yue do it; Zheng Ren feels at ease.

As for Su Yun... Zheng Ren would not entrust this to him.

Su Yun's speech is like stale steamed buns—whether from last night or three days and nights ago. It's stiff; throw it out and it could knock a dog over.

And if the patient's family don't understand, they might go from thinking about a cheongsam to bare arms; once they say something unpleasant, Zheng Ren fears Su Yun and the patient's family might come to blows.

That guy would take four scouts to hold down.

Zhao Yunlong is tall and strong—wouldn't one punch split the corner of his eye?

The patient's son went to push the wheelchair; seeing him absent, the old lady immediately whispered, "Doctor, let's not do the examination. Really, I don't want to have surgery."

"Auntie, it's like this: the surgery won't be very expensive, and I can try to save you money." Zheng Ren put on a smile, doing his best to give the patient a sense of security so she wouldn't be so anxious.

"But..."

"If you have the surgery tomorrow, your ascites will decrease and you'll likely avoid the risk of bleeding again. Think about it—when you go back to your hometown, you'll always be in the hospital, and that's not cheap either." Zheng Ren said.

The reasoning is sound, but...

The old lady always felt something was off.

Zheng Ren sensed that Chang Yue beside him was eager to give it a try, but because he was communicating with the patient, he refrained from speaking over her.

The conversation was brief, and the patient's son came in pushing the wheelchair.

After helping the old lady onto the wheelchair, Zheng Ren took her for a diffuse MRI. Passing the doctors' office door, he greeted Manager Liu.

On the way, Zheng Ren pondered and said, "Regarding the fees, I have a plan on my end. This is my assistant, Chang Yue; you brief him."

Zheng Ren introduced Chang Yue to the patient's family, counting it as them getting to know each other. As for the rest, it depends on Chang Yue's ability.

The patient's family didn't know what Chang Yue was going to say, so they just gave an embarrassed smile.

In his view, this was charity, a very embarrassing thing. If it weren't in the capital, where even one day's lodging costs a lot, and if he really couldn't scrape together any money, he would definitely not accept this charity, even if it was well-intentioned.

As for the house back home, who would want to sell it if they could avoid it?

Even if they cured the illness and went back, with no nest to speak of, would the old lady not fall ill acutely?

He glanced at Chang Yue, his eyes clearly showing incomprehension and contempt.

"Just a little girl, what does she have to say to me?"

However, because Professor Rudolf Wagner was standing nearby, the patient's family still had a bit more confidence in Zheng Ren. But the professor can't speak; once he does, that strong Northeastern accent will make all that trust evaporate.

Arriving at the MRI room, Zheng Ren had previously contacted Doctor Liang, who was already waiting in the lobby.

"You wait here; after the check-up, I'll bring the auntie out." Zheng Ren said.

This is a certain private space deliberately left for Chang Yue, so she can go persuade the patient's family.

Liang Boshi grabbed the wheelchair and walked into the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance room with Zheng Ren and the professor; Zheng Ren faintly heard an angry man's voice coming from outside.

"What did you say! If you've got the guts, say it again!"

"Don't argue, speak slowly if there's something." Zheng Ren turned his head, glanced at the patient's family, and warned.

"Fugui'er, stay and watch over Chang Yue." After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he and the professor said.

"Hmm." The professor flicked his head, and his lion-like blond hair flew.

The surgeon's words are heavier than a mountain before the operation, unless the patient doesn't want to undergo surgery.

Zheng Ren knows this.

He saw the patient's family clenching their fists in anger, suppressing their rage as they sat down.