Chapter 883: 866 Elegant Bribery (White Silver Alliance 3/7 Interactive Entertainment Li Yifei Bonus Chapter 4)

Boss, I've always been suspicious of your not accepting red envelopes. Su Yun said softly, looking back and glancing at him; the man was a bit dazed, as if in his mind there was no possibility of refusing a file bag of RMB.

'Not interesting.' Zheng Ren said, 'Perhaps this is to occupy the moral high ground?'

'No wonder you were so poor before; you really deserve it.' Su Yun sighed.

'Once I had diarrhea.' Zheng Ren said, 'When I just started work, I almost never left the hospital. I had a bad stomach, squatting in the toilet unable to get up.'

Su Yun did not interrupt Zheng Ren's words.

'Two people came in and smoked in the restroom. One asked, "Was it recorded?" The other said, "It's all set." Zheng Ren said lightly, "No need to say; I know what it is."

'Then what?'

'Later I told my master about this, but he still didn't care. Appendicitis—isn't it normal to take a 200‑yuan red envelope? That's what he thought.' Zheng Ren said, 'Later, after the patient was discharged, he came to my master and said he wanted to sell him a video.'

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'My master didn't agree. At that time it was chaotic; both white and black paths were involved, and in the end the video was still reported under real name. My master was fired, and the whole family moved south.'

'This matter, viewed from the south, is etiquette, a sign of respect for doctors.' Su Yun emphasized.

'Having psychological trauma, it's fine not to accept; just have peace of mind. By the way, the income of 912 is quite high!' Zheng Ren, not wanting to discuss an unhappy topic, turned to salary.

'It's not that Director Kong arranged it for you.' Su Yun, having no idea what Zheng Ren was thinking, expressed contempt, 'Our group's consumables profit distribution model differs from other groups; it should follow the private hospital model. Director Kong went to great lengths to keep you.'

'Oh, no wonder.' Zheng Ren suddenly understood.

'That idiot Zhao Wenhua, always looking for a loophole over stealing a bed from you. Not taking red envelopes is fine, but this method is still too low‑class.' Su Yun, as if thinking of something, said, 'Do you know how gifts were given in the Qing dynasty?'

'I've researched it; back then it was called elegant bribery.' Zheng Ren said, 'Officials would take some broken junk, put it in a pawn shop, and mark it with a high price. Basically it was a piece of scrap copper and iron labeled as worth ten thousand taels of silver, then they waited for someone to come ask them for a favor.'

'When handling affairs, with clean sleeves they certainly don't take money. But how much could a piece of scrap copper and iron be worth? The person who goes to them for a matter returns to the pawn shop, redeems the scrap, and sends it to the manor. In that case the only weak point is the pawn shop, but everyone uses this model and no one wants to overturn the table.'

'Right, otherwise nobody would have anything to play with.' Su Yun laughed and said, 'What about opening a flower shop on this side of the hospital? Everything is deathly expensive, with handwritten notes for a certain doctor, personally written; at a glance you know it's your own flower.'

'Not good.' Zheng Ren, without getting into the details, analyzed the pros and cons with Su Yun mainly because patient and family mobility is too high, and before the unspoken rules could be clarified, they were admitted and underwent surgery.

If the patient were left outside for a month, Zheng Ren could not accept it in his heart.

Zheng Ren knew he was among those doctors bound by medical ethics. Fortunately, with this system—the big pig trotter—he quickly raised his technical level and escaped the mire.

This is also normal; in any industry, the lowest layer is built on countless bones.

While they were chatting, Chang Yue returned.

She held in her hand the documents for patient family pre‑operative communication, signatures, and authorization for surgery live broadcast, etc.

Zheng Ren felt that he and Su Yun were idly chatting here, while Chang Yue was busy alone, which seemed a bit off. But Su Yun didn't mind and instead greeted Chang Yue.

'Chang Yue, the patient for tomorrow's third bed looks well‑off at home; why did they agree to surgery live broadcast?' Su Yun asked.

'Director Luo collects only those who agree to surgery live broadcast. But the family still has some little ideas, giving me money to ask if they can avoid the broadcast. I told him, the surgery is top‑tier, the doctor is world‑class; don't you want to see with your own eyes how the operation on your old master is done?'

This idea is truly novel and quite curious.

'At a glance that person is an energetic successful person. Curious? Everyone has that, and besides his family is having the old master undergo surgery; saying that, he didn't say anything else to me.' Chang Yue said.

Each has their own persuasion method; Chang Yue doing this is actually appropriate.

If possible, Zheng Ren wouldn't want to deal with these matters. In this team, Zheng Ren only needs to keep his spirits up; tomorrow's surgery will be enough.

When surgery succeeds, moving from one success to the next, everyone enjoys the good life. But if it ever fails, trying to get back up would require great effort.

If failures keep occurring, it's better to honestly return to Hai Cheng.

'Boss, let me remind you of something.' Su Yun said.

'Speak.'

'Mu Tao's side—how are you preparing to deal with it?'

'If he can learn it, let him learn.' Zheng Ren said, 'People who have families and careers should just form a good karma.'

'Maybe find time to have a meal with him to smooth relations. Later, if we meet and there happens to be some interest dispute, good…' Su Yun had just said this when she suddenly saw Yang Rui in a white coat, his chest exposed, storming past the doctors' office and walking inside.

'Brother Yang!' Zheng Ren also saw Yang Rui's figure and called out.

But Professor Yang walked away so fast that his silhouette vanished from the doorway in an instant; presumably he didn't hear Zheng Ren's shout.

What's going on? Zheng Ren wondered.

'Boss, guess what's happening?' Su Yun asked with a giddy, onlooker's mood.

'I don't know.' Zheng Ren shook his head. Su Yun pretended to be profound, waiting for Zheng Ren to ask.

Yet Zheng Ren this guy held his breath, said not a word, sitting there observing his nose, nose observing mouth, mouth observing heart, almost suffocating Su Yun.

His emotional intelligence is truly low; not being able to chat to this extent is also quite rare in the world.

Soon, a few arguments were heard in the hallway, and then Professor Yang stormed back.

Zheng Ren immediately jumped up, left the office, and asked, 'Brother Yang, what's wrong?'

Professor Yang saw it was Zheng Ren, his expression eased a little but remained grim. He glanced back and saw Zhao Wenhua standing at the director's office door, muttering lowly, 'Director Kong isn't home; this guy really thinks he's the director!'

Uh……

'What's happening, Brother Yang?' Zheng Ren followed Professor Yang's steps out of the ward and asked softly.

'Sigh.' Professor Yang sighed, 'Isn't there a patient with a colonic tumor who wants a stent before surgery?'