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Chapter 100 - A Moment Where Strangers Turn to Friends

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Chapter 100: A Moment Where Strangers Turn to Friends

The woman was in her mid-thirties but looked younger than that. However, she had thinning hair.

Zheng Ren assumed it to be the side effects of chemotherapy.

There was a light-hearted smile on her face as she walked over with Chang Yue.

"Hey, why are you guys hiding like rats?" Chang Yue asked with a laugh.

Zheng Ren gave them a dumb smile and stayed mum. He did not know the details and decided to play it safe.

"Let's get Su Yun and go to dinner," Chang Yue said as she returned the cigarettes to Zheng Ren. "This chief resident of ours is just embarrassing. Leaving a half-packet on the floor like that."

"You…" Zheng Ren opened his mouth, then promptly closed it.

He reigned in his emotions and berated himself for being hot-headed. Nevertheless, he was worried about the woman tagging along. What if the woman did something drastic after dinner and some drinks? Would they be safe?

Chang Yue had a bright smile on her face.

"A minor misdemeanor. Come on, I'm starving after that little breeze."

"Okay, let's get Su Yun." Zheng Ren played along with her antics. He was not going to doubt her now.

Zheng Ren usually took a light year to build relationships with strangers until they were friends. Chang Yue managed it in a blink of an eye.

That was the difference between them.

Only Zheng Ren was in his white coat, so he went in to get Su Yun.

The man was a slowpoke. Perhaps he should add Su Yun in the WeChat group for convenience's sake.

Zheng Ren had qualms with the dashing Su Yun even though the man was only doing his job checking up on patients post-surgery. He could pick up surgical skills just from a visual demonstration, after all.

In the ICU, Zheng Ren saw Su Yun seated between two hospital beds, monitoring patients' vital signs.

Zheng Ren greeted the ICU nurses and approached Su Yun. "How's everything?"

In the top right corner of his vision, the System notified him that both patients were stable and the symptoms of hemorrhagic shock had reversed.

They were still connected to ventilators to aid breathing. It took some burden off their heavily-injured bodies. Zheng Ren expected the tubes would be removed tomorrow.

"They're stable now," Su Yun said. He brushed dark curls from his forehead.

"You don't need to monitor them overnight."

"The ICU has on-call doctors. I'm an emergency department doctor, so I'll monitor them for only two hours post-surgery," Su Yun said stoically. The line alone chilled the ICU.

A few people were staring daggers at Zheng Ren.

He shuddered involuntarily.

"Let's go." Su Yun stood up and dusted his coat. Without a glance back, he headed straight for the ICU exit.

Zheng Ren felt imaginary daggers cut into his skin and quickly ran after Su Yun. He wanted to get out of this bloody ICU.

As they changed their outfits, Su Yun asked, "Why were you looking for me?"

"Ah, didn't Chu Yanran tell you that we're all having dinner together? I was going to check up on the patients, so they sent me to get you."

The word 'dinner' made Su Yun's expression change. His facial muscles twitched as he tried to fight his emotions. It was comical to Zheng Ren.

"I'll tell them to hold back on the drinking. Rest assured." Zheng Ren patted Su Yun's shoulder with false concern.

"…"

They exited the ICU and found their four companions chattering animatedly with the woman from before at the lobby.

Su Yun was taken aback by the stranger.

Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's surprise and clapped his hands together. "The pretty boy is here, so let's go."

"What do you want to eat?" Xie Yiren asked him.

"You guys go ahead, and no need to get takeaway for me. The roads are slippery, so be careful. I'll just grab a bite at the cafeteria," Zheng Ren said.

"Oh, come on! We need to bring Miss Yun back here anyways. It won't be any trouble, any trouble at all," Xie Yiren insisted as she deemed good food to be the best thing in the world. She was not about to let Zheng Ren pass up this opportunity.

How troublesome. Zheng Ren had few opinions on food. He could go without eating were it not for his own hunger and need for sustenance.

In the end, the women ignored Zheng Ren and carried on their conversation in the elevator. Zheng Ren got off on the second floor while they went down to the basement parking lot.

As the elevator door closed, Zheng Ren put an arm to stop it. "Whose car are you guys taking? Does it have snow tires on?"

"We're taking mine," Xie Yiren piped up. "Volvos are the safest car out there and I never took off my snow tires."

Zheng Ren went silent and allowed the elevator door to close.

He was not dumb enough to ask Xie Yiren if snow tires in summer would use up more gas. The woman owned a few properties in the central business district, so gas money was the least of her concerns.

Zheng Ren walked back to the emergency department alone.

The wind howled as snowfall continued. The lonely sound of his footsteps echoed in the hospital corridor.

If his life was a horror movie, this would be the part where something jumped out.

His path back to the emergency department was quiet, unlike the earlier journey to the ICU.

The chattering women and Su Yun were out for dinner along with Miss Yun, who worried Zheng Ren.

He hoped Chang Yue's words were enough and that the woman was in a stable mental state.

Back in the emergency department, Zheng Ren made his routine rounds to check on patients.

The patient with gangrenous appendicitis was already awake and was taking small sips of his porridge.

Based on the severity of his appendicitis, it was not recommended to start eating too early. However, relying on glucose infusions alone would lead to slower recovery. Hence, Zheng Ren had decided that as long as the patient had passed gas, he was allowed to eat actual food.

He spoke with the man and found out the porridge was from this afternoon. Before Chang Yue left for dinner, she had heated it up for the patient. Zheng Ren was pleased with her quality of her care.

It was just a bowl of porridge, after all.

'Chang Yue… is really a good person," Zheng Ren thought.

He returned to the office. The room was silent as he entered. The on-call nurses were not familiar with Zheng Ren, so they minded their own business.

Zheng Ren was not Su Yun, so he garnered little interest from them.

He was fine with that. Picking up the Sciences of Hepatopancreatobiliary book, he started reading.

Zheng Ren once believed in the saying, "hard work pays off".

Now, with the System, Zheng Ren had no right to say it. To the real world, his skills would seem like magic.

Despite that, reading was a habit of his for many years, so Zheng Ren still kept to it.

The emergency department was uncharacteristically silent. The strong winds likely deterred people from leaving their homes.

The peaceful night was a welcome one after a busy day.

At 9:00 pm, Su Yun came in with a box of food. A night shift nurse followed him.

The nurses had no interest in Zheng Ren, but Su Yun was another case altogether.

As the night grew, Zheng Ren became the third wheel.

He could feel the pointed glare from the young nurse and shook his head at this superficial world. How was an average-looking man to survive?

Zheng Ren ate his dinner with Su Yun's voice regaling the story of Miss Yun as accompaniment.

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Chapter 101: The Human Realm, Unworthy

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The woman's name was Zheng Yunxia and she was twenty-eight years of age this year. She had once been a kindergarten teacher in Sea City.

During a clinical checkup half a year ago, she had discovered a space-occupying liver lesion, and after a detailed analysis had been carried out in Sea City General Hospital, it was determined to be liver cancer requiring surgery.

Zheng Yunxia was from a small farming village and was not wealthy. She would often allocate 500 yuan of her meager pay to her family and would also be obligated to hand some money over to her own brother for him to buy lottery tickets every month.

Any normal patient from Sea City would not choose to have their surgery done thereafter finding out they had liver cancer.

This was especially since Imperial City was not far and had higher medical standards. Hence, most people would travel to Imperial City for treatment; as long as they could be admitted there, most people would not mind the extra cost.

However, Zheng Yunxia could barely afford her surgical fees in Sea City, and the money she had used to pay for her treatment were savings she had scraped up over a very long period of time.

After being informed of her current ailment, her husband disappeared without a trace for two whole days. He did not even come by to sign her pre-operations acknowledgment form.

Zheng Yunxia had been on the brink of a breakdown after being relentlessly rushed by the doctor.

Two days later, her husband finally showed up. Unfortunately, when he did, it was with neither compassion nor support but a divorce agreement.

The impact of this single action had greatly broken her.

However, she persevered and fought on. Her post-op recovery was slow, but she began working again before she had even fully recovered.

Due to her cancer, she was no longer able to work as a kindergarten teacher.

The principal's excuse was that if any of the parents found out their children were in contact with someone with liver cancer, they would undoubtedly cause a huge argument.

Hence, she was only able to work jobs within her abilities.

However, fate was not through with her series of unfortunate events. There was no compromise or poetic justice. Life was tragic for her.

During a routine checkup a few months later, her doctor reluctantly informed her that her cancer had recurred.

This news was earth-shattering and absolutely devastated her. She was no longer fit for surgery and her only option was chemotherapy in the oncology department.

There was no localized drug available for liver cancer and her only choice was chemotherapy similar to that used for gastrointestinal cancer.

The effects were…limited. However, she was out of options.

Even though the treatment was the most basic and possessed the highest rate of side effects, Zheng Yunxia was only able to afford a single treatment and was forced to roam the city with a cancer-stricken body after that.

She scraped by for every single meal and would save up the rest in order to afford a cheaper brand of Capecitabine. She knew that Capecitabine was used to treat gastrointestinal cancer and would have no effects on liver cancer.

However, she had no other options left.

This was a manic state of survival; the desperation to cling to life.

Zheng Yunxia was in no way able to afford targeted drug therapy, and Chinese herbal medicines were either too expensive or did not inspire confidence.

Based on her own judgement, traditional Chinese doctors were only able to judge an illness based on one's appearance, body condition, body odor and heartbeat. Hence, what kind of life-saving herbal concoction could such a doctor prescribe when they could not even label which godd*mn artery was which?

This time, she was completely penniless and had absolutely no other alternatives.

Her gradually declining health and her increasingly exhausted body would no longer allow her to work more jobs. She was no longer able to afford Capecitabine, having to switch from an imported brand known as Xeloda to a locally-made variant.

To add insult to injury, her family kept demanding money from her. Her brother had gotten himself a new girlfriend and had demanded twelve thousand yuan as a betrothal gift.

The last phone call she had was moments ago. Zheng Yunxia's mother had told her that raising her had been an absolute waste and that she was useless.

After she hung up, she forced a smile for her oncologist who had been taking care of her all this time before leaving. When she arrived at the hallway, she opened a window and proceeded to sit on the ledge.

She was ready to enjoy the final moments of her life. The sky was dark and the winds were strong. The snowflakes that grazed against her face slightly stung her.

Oh the human realm, how unworthy.

These were the events recounted by Su Yun.

Zheng Ren only ate in silence as he listened without any intention of interrupting.

The nurse who was listening by their side was tearing up, and although situations like these were common in a hospital, every situation would invoke different reactions in people.

"How's crowdfunding going?" the nurse asked while wiping away her tears.

It was the first thing that came to her mind.

"That's pretty much useless," Su Yun replied with tightly-squinted eyes while staring at Zheng Ren, "The thing with liver cancer is that there aren't any effective treatments for it, and even with molecularly-targeted therapy, the effective treatment rate is less than ten percent."

"What can be done now?" the nurse needled, concerned. For an issue of this magnitude, though, there was little she could do.

After Zheng Ren and the trio were done eating, they proceeded to clean up after themselves.

"Chief Zheng, you seemed like you were holding back something. Is there something you would like to say?" Su Yun noticed Zheng Ren appeared to have something on his mind.

"This is the only thing I hate about you. If you have something to say, then go ahead and spit it out. If you had to fart, just release it at full volume. Don't leave your statements hanging. Hearing your statements is like a godd*mn chapter cliffhanger from any novel I read. These annoying cliffhangers are always agonizing and when the next chapter arrives, it doesn't have anything interesting, either," Zheng Ren replied.

"Oh, please," Su Yun grunted.

"Have you done an interventional embolization on a hepatocellular carcinoma before?" Zheng Ren asked casually while packing away his lunchbox.

"I have seen it done before. When Instructor Pan was carrying out the embolization procedure, I was his assistant."

"So just by observing alone, you've managed to master it?" Zheng Ren sardonically.

"Of course." Su Yun seemed to have completely missed the sarcasm, running his fingers through his hair and presented himself stoically.

This simple action and reply completely charmed the nurse accompanying them as her eyes glimmered with brightly-lit sparks of pure admiration.

After they had cleaned up, Zheng Ren returned to his office and proceeded to cuddle up against the Sciences of Hepatopancreatobiliary book, ready to take a nap in the on call room.

"Hey, whether you could pull it off or not, you have to at least say something." Su Yun was face-to-face with Zheng Ren, but since being described as 'beyond awful', Su Yun proceeded to interrogate the latter bluntly.

He was truly an uninteresting person.

"I will try. Not a single person would be confident operating on late-stage cancer," Zheng Ren replied, meeting Su Yun's stare and adding, "Only under a high-intensity MRI scan can we determine how far the cancer had progressed. After that, comes the problem of medical fees."

"Between me, the Chu sisters or that robotic nurse, none of us are in desperate need of money," Su Yun replied passionately.

"If you want to solve the problem and need a lot of money, you'd need to start a huge crowdfunding campaign." Zheng Ren's statement was cold. "We're only able to save those who can afford it."

Su Yun replied with a smile. He understood the hidden meaning behind that statement.

Anyone who had been working in that hospital anywhere between three to five years understood that principle.

There were people who were forcibly discharged early due to their inability to afford their bills. These people were not extremely rich and did not have access to an insane amount of money; a year of unpaid bills would amount to tens of thousands of yuan. In certain rare cases, it would even reach a few hundred million. Who would be able to casually pay such a ridiculous amount of money?

"It's time to showcase a new method, then." Su Yun seemed optimistic as he continued where Zheng Ren left off.

"Yes, indeed. However, the only problem is that I'm not medically qualified to perform interventional therapy. I am only able to manage emergency treatment and if the patient were to pursue legal action, I can kiss my medical license goodbye."

That nurse felt like she was listening to an incomprehensible lecture. She could not understand what the two were talking about.

Besides the constant consumption of targeted drugs for late-stage hepatocellular carcinoma, the best, most effective treatment option would be interventional therapy.

Such treatment would be able to accurately determine the cancer mass in the liver and then administer the chemotherapy drug, known as lipiodol, to embolize the main nutrient-carrying blood vessels. This would ultimately achieve the main goal of treating the cancerous mass growth.

Alternatively, a laser could be used to 'disintegrate' the mass.

As for the total medical fees required, not a single person in Sea City had ever undergone hepatocellular carcinoma interventional embolization. Hence, this could be considered pioneering a new field.

Since it was a new field, the hospital could be willing to charge a lower fee.

Thus, Su Yun followed Zheng Ren back to the on-call room; the nurse behind Zheng Ren sent chills down his spine when he noticed her sinister and hate-filled gaze.

"What are you following me for?"

"I am your assistant surgical officer. Today is unpredictable and if there were any emergencies at night, I worry I would be unable to return in short notice, so I will be staying here for the night," Su Yun replied confidently.

"I don't need an assistant for my surgeries," Zheng Ren lamented.

"Alright, next time I will make sure to prepare the pre-surgery sheets earlier and the postoperative suturing can be left to me. I will not let you down."

"…"

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Chapter 102: Huge Eyes

It was late night and Zheng Ren was about to drift away into dreamland. However, soft whispers could be heard from the bed in front of him.

"How in the world did you practice your surgeries, Chief Zheng? From the way you look, you don't seem to be blessed with talent at all, but somehow your surgical skills are in fact impeccably impressive. Could I possibly have been wrong?"

"…" Zheng Ren cursed internally.

He had decided to ignore Su Yun by pretending to be asleep.

"So not attending a university meant you had absolutely no experience speaking to anyone all night?" Su Yun was still talking to himself.

"I say, you were completely blackout drunk last night after an entire night of binge drinking. Don't you want to at least get some sleep?" Zheng Ren could no longer hold back as he brutally ripped at Su Yun's emotional wounds.

"What's a little booze gonna do, anyway? I was unprepared then, so next time I'll show that little nuisance what a truly strong alpha male is capable of."

As expected, Su Yun was not the slightest bit bothered by Zheng Ren's verbal assault and continued to brag as usual.

However, Zheng Ren was content as he knew a person like Su Yun was shameless beyond imagination.

"Chief Zheng, how exactly did you hone your surgical skills?"

"I'd be able to master it after watching it done once. I never had the chance to practice back then," Zheng Ren replied, brushing him off.

"Who would've known you and I are literally the same, the only difference being the way you look. You look way too bland. If you had made the effort to actually focus entirely on your studies, I'd be forced to endure endless annoyance," Su Yun teased.

Zheng Ren was once again speechless. Su Yun was known for his silver tongue, but it seemed that every single statement escaping his mouth would end the conversation with a huge, tight slap across his face.

After a brief moment of silence, Su Yun spoke again: "I really envy you. Every man wishes nothing more than to be free, free to fly across the sky with nothing holding them back. Unfortunately for me, though, I am fated to sink under an ocean."

"An ocean?" Zheng Ren was puzzled by his statement.

"An ocean of women. If it wasn't for my unbreakable will resisting their temptations, I would've been long dead in that vast, bottomless sea."

Zheng Ren was no longer interested in speaking to such a pretentious man. He proceeded to cover his entire head with his blanket with both his ears tightly muzzled, allowing him to clear his mind and fall asleep quicker.

A full night of absolute silence went by.

The snow had stopped and the next day was greeted with clear skies. It was another lovely day full of life.

Since the roads were unusually slippery, everyone was similarly late to work due to heavy traffic.

However, since people were now more aware, no fatal or serious road accidents occurred, barring some minor scrapes and bumps.

During the start of the morning shift, Old Chief Physician Pan grew impatient and decided not to wait for anyone else as there were only a few people present. Hence, he brought along only Zheng Ren and Su Yun to routine room inspection.

The patients were stable post-surgery and judging from their current condition, if they followed through with treatment, they could be discharged and allowed to return home.

The patients under intensive care were all fine, so Old Chief Physician Pan led the duo to the gynecology department to check on the patient who had placental abruption.

They had assessed that patient before and had been told that she had stopped bleeding yesterday. If she were to start bleeding again after a day or two, she would have had to undergo medically induced labor.

The surgery had been a success, though, and she was now taking a nap.

The patient's family was extremely grateful, as they had been completely terrified by the pre-operations briefing given by Chief Surgeon Su. They were all ecstatic to learn that the patient was safe and their hopes for another child were also preserved.

Old Chief Physician Pan had a brief conversation with Chief Surgeon Su at the hallway before bringing Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the ICU to check on the status of a patient's extubation.

After surgery of a pelvic fracture with bladder rupture that had also been extubated, a patient would be transferred over to the orthopedics department for the next step of their treatment. This was done in order to transfer the patients who had gone through splenectomy and liver restoration surgery back into the emergency ward.

As they were about to leave, a wave of severe vomiting could be heard from down the hallway.

"Doctor! Doctor!" A patient's family member yelled while frantically running out into the hallway.

"This is a hospital, please lower your voice," Chief Surgeon Su said while pacing swiftly toward the medical ward.

Zheng Ren felt that the vomit sounded odd. It was too violent. It sounded nothing like morning sickness due to a pregnancy, but rather as if the patient would puke their entire stomach out.

He glanced over to Old Chief Physician Pan; as their eyes met, there was an unspoken endorsement and he followed Chief Surgeon Su into the ward.

The patient looked inhumanly pale with both hands shaking uncontrollably. Extremely nauseous, she was lying on her side, rocking back and forth and desperately trying to vomit but to no avail. Not even her gastric juices could be expelled.

It seemed like she had nothing left to hurl.

"Doctor, if there is really nothing you can do… just terminate her pregnancy." From the emotional man's tear-filled eyes, he was most likely the patient's husband. His fists were clenched tightly.

Between the pregnant woman and her husband, it was obvious from their reactions that they were both absolutely determined to have a child. If they had never intended to do so, they would not have persisted this long.

"I…I still really want to keep it, no." The pregnant lady managed a full sentence before once again violently vomiting.

Those words alone seemed to exhaust most of her strength; she was vomiting way too violently. In her current state, her body was curled like a giant shrimp and were it not for her baby bump, her head would have undoubtedly touched her feet.

Zheng Ren frowned at this sight as he recalled first looking upon her face earlier: seeing her huge eyes, full of life and spirit.

However, the problem was…

He glanced up toward the upper right corner of the System's display.

As he expected, the patient's diagnosis was similar to his initial judgement.

Zheng Ren proceeded to gently tug the edges of Chief Surgeon Su's sleeves. He whispered to her, "Can I have a word with you, Chief Surgeon Su?"

"Sure." Chief Surgeon Su was slightly displeased.

Since they were still undergoing room inspection and were currently dealing with a complicated patient, what could Zheng Ren, an emergency care doctor have in mind that could not be said later?

She simply glared at him.

"It's about the patient's condition. I have an unconventional thought in mind." His voice was low enough for only the both of them to hear.

Su Yun simply stood behind Zheng Ren. He seemed to be thinking about something as he stared at the patient.

Chief Surgeon Su frowned and said, "Little Li, you can discuss this with the patient's family. If they have no objections, the termination of her pregnancy can be approved."

Some women had severe nausea during their pregnancy that did not ease up by the twelfth week. Instead, it would only grow increasingly severe throughout their entire pregnancy and leave them no choice but to terminate it

This was the same condition this patient was currently suffering.

It was the third time during the entire course of her pregnancy having symptoms of severe nausea. She was not new to this, and the severity of her extreme nausea required her to terminate her pregnancy.

Chief Surgeon Su turned around and left the room while Zheng Ren followed behind her.

The instant they left the room, she did not look back but instead went straight for her office.

"Speak now. What do you have in mind?" Chief Surgeon Su looked displeased.

Had it not been for Zheng Ren's previous idea of an interventional embolization to save a patient suffering placental abruption, thus displaying his praiseworthy level of clinical knowledge, would a Class Three Grade A hospital chief surgeon even listen to a single emergency care resident's advice?

What a joke that would be.

"Chief Surgeon Su, I think we should check the patient's thyroid function."

"Hmm?"

"I think the patient's thyroid function might have some sort of underlying problem. She might be suffering from Graves' Disease," Zheng Ren explained patiently. Chief Surgeon Su's bad mood did not stifle his argument.

It was not life-threatening, but the agony it caused was worse than being suffocated to death.

This was a living hell of absolute hopelessness and despair.

The sooner she was treated, the sooner this problem would be taken care of.

Zheng Ren never knew how to say things…in a polite manner.

"Graves' disease occurs in one in twenty thousand cases." Chief Surgeon Su contemplated in silence.

Such a rare disease was not a common conclusion to come to, since there were tens of thousands of patients with nausea during pregnancy, each with too many possible causes to list. It would be impractical to test every single patient.

There were plenty of doctors who ordered unnecessary tests and charged without reason. If these tests were carried out in order to eliminate every single possibility for the patient's nausea, they would be sued beyond imagination.

Chief Surgeon Su grunted as she said, "Explain your reasoning."

"The patient's eyes were huge."

"Good lord…" Su Yun immediately burst into uncontrollable laughter behind them.

Huge eyes; what kind of reason was this?

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Chapter 103: Dwindling Manpower In The Emergency Care Department

Abnormalities to one's thyroid function would result in bulging eyeballs.

However, the pregnant woman earlier simply had a huge pair of eyes with double eyelids. They were far from what a person's eyes would look like if they suffered abnormal thyroid function.

"Are you being serious right now?" Chief Surgeon Su began to sound impatient.

She had actually considered the possibility of a rare disease; if the patient's eyes had actually been protruding, a thyroid function test would have been done long ago.

However, the patient had not shown any symptoms, and this man had the audacity to be so certain of his judgement. Had it not been for his huge contribution a few days ago, Chief Surgeon Su would have brutally kicked him out of her office.

At this moment, Old Chief Physician Pan walked in. Upon noticing the tense mood building up in the office, he began to ask for what exactly had happened.

When he understood it to be a disagreement over the patient's diagnosis, he waved his hands and said, "The patient is getting an abortion soon, is getting a thyroid function test too much to ask? Chief Surgeon Su, we'll be taking our leave now; there is still another patient waiting to be transferred over to the ICU."

After he was finished, he left Chief Surgeon Su's office with Zheng Ren in tow, and as usual, Su Yun followed closely behind Zheng Ren like a ghost.

"Chief Physician Pan…" Zheng Ren hesitated.

"Don't worry, be a little stronger, alright? From your display of confidence, they will go through with the test." Old Chief Physician Pan cracked a subtle, sly smile on his face.

This was the confidence of an experienced man. A single statement was enough to completely shatter any doubt or hesitation; saying anything more would be excessive.

Thus, Zheng Ren simply followed Old Chief Physician Pan to the ICU. On their way there, Zheng Ren felt nothing but pure admiration toward the single gesture earlier. The more he thought about it, the more he respected the man.

He was only a junior doctor and all he did was to offer the Chief Surgeon advice, nothing more. It would be a complete joke to expect a senior chief surgeon to take anything he said seriously.

The patient who had undergone liver restoration surgery and splenectomy yesterday was in the ICU, being prepped for extubation as he was now stable with a very mild fever.

It would not be an issue because as long as he was stable, the patient would be allowed to transfer out of the ICU.

Liver restoration and splenectomy were viewed as simple general surgeries, like appendectomies. This was merely a minor ailment.

The only problem was ICU Chief Qian bearing an extremely bitter look on his face when he noticed Su Yun.

Still, it was merely a stare of resentment and not one of betrayal.

However, when he looked at ICU Chief Qian, Zheng Ren could somehow feel… a significant, menacing aura directed at him.

Zheng Ren wanted to explain to ICU Chief Qian that he, too, never wanted Su Yun to shadow him like a ghost.

'You assumed I accepted that willfully?'

However, ICU Chief Qian could not read his mind.

Su Yun seemed completely oblivious to ICU Chief Qian's glare as he casually tailed Zheng Ren, his bangs swaying back and forth.

After a single inspection, the trio returned to the intensive care ward at the same time as the nurses. Chang Yue was busy typing her progress notes for the day at a computer.

Upon noticing Zheng Ren and Old Chief Physician Pan's return, Chang Yue cracked her usual smile, which was different to that she had whenever she was in a patient's ward.

As he felt his heart strings tighten, Zheng Ren knew for a fact that it was impossible that her smile was directed at him. He wondered what exactly this little moth was planning.

As he recalled everything Su Yun had told him, he assumed that being a persuasive speaker, Chang Yue was responsible for convincing Old Chief Physician Pan to demonstrate the surgical method of interventional embolization for hepatocellular carcinoma.

However, before Chang Yue could speak, Old Chief Physician Pan revealed a piece of hard, red paper that resembled a wedding invitation card.

"Zheng Ren, this is for you, just prepare for it later." Old Chief Physician Pan gave Chang Yue a gentle nod before handing the card to Zheng Ren.

"This is…"

After accepting it, he realized it was not an invitation; written on that paper was 'National Preachers of Emergency Care Tour. Sea City Stop'.

"Emergency care doctors are dwindling and there are plenty of hospitals below the second grade that have closed their emergency care departments." Old Chief Physician Pan continued, "Hence, the emergency care lecture pioneered by the old Cui Group has been implemented into a tour with a series of talks. This was spearheaded by a man famous around the country in order to teach everything about emergency care."

Zheng Ren shook his head in response.

Could the main reason for the lack of manpower in emergency care be due to the lack of promotions?

No.

It was because of low wages and hazardous environments. There were emergency treatments almost every day, causing fluctuating adrenaline levels that were extremely straining and detrimental to a person's overall health.

The low wages were also another factor. A single appendectomy cost two hundred and thirty four yuan even seventeen years ago. Zheng Ren could not be bothered to think about the pay stagnation that had happened since then.

In other words, how could two thousand yuan be reasonable? An extremely minor general surgery such as simple appendectomy would require two surgeons and at least one anesthesiologist, scrub nurse and circulating nurse respectively.

A total of five people working tirelessly for an hour for a meager two hundred and thirty four yuan.

There was a woman who had arrived in the middle of the night with her dog. A heated argument occurred after she was told that her dog was not allowed in a hospital.

The veterinary hospital near Sea City General Hospital had hung up their emergency contact number for later hours… Since this was an emergency, the starting fee would be around two hundred yuan. If a dog had eaten a sock by accident, surgical removal of the sock would cost at least five thousand yuan.

Hence, there was a time when Zheng Ren considered being a veterinarian.

However, after much deeper thought and knowing how much he had struggled to study all those years, simply ending up a veterinarian would be dissatisfying to him.

This was especially since there was now a wave of interest nationwide that reeled in plenty of professionals from everywhere between the northern and southern coasts.

The existence of medical personnel with much higher pay made Zheng Ren envious and bitter.

About half a year ago, a private hospital from another city offered Zheng Ren an annual salary of three hundred thousand yuan after tax. However, after contemplating it for a long time knowing he was merely a junior doctor, he decided to turn the offer down.

It was never about the wages, but his personal safety and wellbeing.

Within days of his arrival to the emergency care department, he had nearly been beaten twice. Luck had come to his aid later, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be forced to endure abuse.

If he came across a "professional" who knew how to inflict pain without causing permanent harm, it would still hurt, but it would be manageable; were he to encounter an amateur, though… crippling injuries were to be expected.

The pediatrics department were significantly worse, as being a pediatric nurse was known to have the highest career risk in the entire medical field!

The pediatric emergency care department in Sea City General Hospital was currently half-crippled. There was a rumor that another pediatrician was transferred over but resigned immediately and headed straight for the southern coast.

In that moment, a wave of concerns flooded Zheng Ren's mind as he pondered them all. Holding onto that invitation in his hands tightly, he felt its red color somehow assault his eyes.

Upon noticing Zheng Ren was completely lost in thought, Old Chief Physician Pan said, "Learning how to socialize isn't that bad."

"Alright." Zheng Ren was like a patient who had just received a business card, taking it with a single glance. Since this was two months away, he proceeded to toss the invitation onto one of his shelves and would likely forget about it in a few minutes.

Chang Yue frowned as her oversized double eyelids twitched slightly; she was even more adorable than a cartoon character.

The old chief said, "I will take the wheel outside, take care of the patients here, alright?"

After that, he left with both of his hands on the back of his head.

Upon noticing this, Chang Yue chased after him.

However, after a moment, she returned with a strange look on her face.

"Hey, what on Earth are you planning?" Su Yun asked after noticing her troubled expression.

"I asked Old Chief Physician Pan about something earlier," Chang Yue replied after contemplating her answer.

"About what?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun needled at the same time.

Both of them were exceptionally smart, the only difference being that one of them was indescribably, life-threateningly handsome, while the other was average-looking.

"Oh, you know, Sister Yun's surgery." Chang Yue was clearly troubled by it as her voice lowered. She continued, "Chief Physician Pan said he would think about it. Tell me, guys, what is there to think about?"

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Thus, the emergency care department progressively became busier as the days went by.

Within the span of a week, Zheng Ren managed to perform sixteen appendectomies and seven acute cholecystitis surgeries. On top of that, he also saved a patient from a knife wound that required a splenectomy.

Emergency care was like this every day: overwhelmingly busy.

Due to Old Chief Physician Pan's hard work at the right time, manpower had increased in the department.

The entire first general surgery department was greatly reshuffled after Chief Surgeon Liu fully recovered and was discharged.

Cen Meng had resigned and taken a job in Harbin Medical University Affiliated Second Hospital. Zheng Ren's friend Yang Lei, who had been his source of information within the first general surgery department, had taken the initiative to apply for a transfer over to the emergency care department.

However, with just one additional doctor, the entire nursing staff had inadvertently grown a lot livelier.

The entire nursing department seemed extremely chaotic of late.

There were ten or more applications to transfer to the emergency care department.

Zheng Ren knew this was all thanks to Su Yun. The man was like a walking, breathing citrus fruit… a mistake for any woman to consume.

However, this had successfully gotten the emergency care department back on track.

As a sad and bitter chief resident, Zheng Ren's job only became more arduous as more patients were admitted.

Fortunately, every procedure was successful and completed perfectly. No postoperative side effects occurred or he would not have been able to even take a decent nap.

The weather was becoming gradually colder, but as cloudy as the sky was, it did not snow. This caused everyone to slightly be on edge.

However, it did not bother Zheng Ren as the dull and quiet System had been especially inactive lately, with no new assignments given to him. Hence, he simply relied on five of his mainline tasks, gaining fifty skill points and five thousand experience points in total.

His general surgery skill had increased from 3161 to 3185 points. His data storage skill had accumulated to a total of 1789 points, in addition to his total of 88626 experience points. In addition, he had gained three silver chests.

Zheng Ren felt that with his current progress, with enough surgery and plenty of reading, he would be able to improve his skill in general surgery to a Master rank in a month's time.

Managing everything major and minor in the whole ward fell on Chang Yue and Yang Lei's shoulders. It was thanks to the both of them that everything was in order.

All Zheng Ren had to do every day was perform surgery and read a few books. Doing so was enough to satisfy him. He enjoyed calming days like these; however, the only problem was Su Yun still shadowing his every step like a ghost. This had earned him plenty of hate-filled stares.

Still, he had gradually gotten used to it as Zheng Ren knew he was not gay and could not care less what others might think of him.

Today, Zheng Ren was busy reading the huge, thick Sciences of Hepatopancreatobiliary book; the moment he reached the very last page, the emergency care department received a phone call, requesting they assist in a consultation in the urology department.

Zheng Ren was unwilling to go the instant he heard what department it was.

His reluctance was not due to it being in urology, which involved the lower half of the human body, but rather his lack of experience in it, as his only brush with it had been during his internship for a whole month several years ago. He severely lacked the knowledge needed for that field.

There were two theory books available, but although these books were written by specialists, they would never exceed the standards of the chief surgeon of the urology department. Since he was never able to truly learn or gain any professional experience in the field, it was inconsequential if Zheng Ren decided to go or not.

However, since it was a medical or possibly even an emergency consultation, he would be required there in five minutes.

Left without a choice, Zheng Ren proceeded to close his book and rushed to the urology department.

"So what kind of patient do you think it'll be?" As usual, Su Yun followed closely beside Zheng Ren, gleefully chuckling as he spoke.

"I'm not God." Zheng Ren's replies to Su Yun had become simple and brutally blunt. Not even Zheng Ren himself had realized the sudden change in attitude.

"Way to insult my IQ now." Su Yun sighed as he continued, "You're not even well-versed in the field of urology; the only reason they sought you out for consultation and gave you full liberty to carry out the surgery is nothing more than your credibility in interventional embolization."

That alone was obvious to Zheng Ren; however, he was unable to bear looking at Su Yun's superbly handsome, smug face. There was an eighty percent chance of him turning back while this man walked alongside him. He would undoubtedly be the hideous wingman if any group of girls were with them.

Unfortunately for him, Su Yun was like stubborn caramel candy. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of him.

Thus, their entire walk toward the urology department continued in silence.

The assistant director of admission, known as Chen, was standing by the hallway. He was anxiously glancing at the clock on his phone while staring at the door.

As Zheng Ren's silhouette appeared, his expression turned to relief.

"Chief Zheng, there is a patient that requires your attention," Assistant Director Chen frantically called out.

"Which patient?"

"A male patient in his youth with a confirmed diagnosis of a left renal carcinoma. He had undergone a surgery to remove the tumor from his kidney twenty-nine days ago in Imperial City General Hospital. The patient had his upper pole renal segment removed from his left kidney. Hematuria has persisted for five hours since this morning. Hemostatic drugs have proven ineffective. It was speculated that his upper pole renal segment is currently bleeding." Assistant Director Chen explained the patient"s medical history in great detail.

His explanation of the patient's history was clear as day with no contradictions.

Due to the patient's young age, his left kidney could still be preserved.

However, human kidneys were known to be quite fragile anatomically. Any sutures or ligation made could not guarantee that the kidney would not bleed post-surgery.

If such tools were used on any other organ, full recovery was common within twenty-nine days. However, the human kidney…was different. This sudden, severe bleeding could be caused by a rupture in any of its blood vessels.

"The patient's family has provided us with the surgeon's contact number, and two different methods for this patient were proposed: an interventional embolization that could stop the bleeding, or surgery without interventional embolization, which only means completely removing the patient's left kidney." Assistant Director Chen let out a huge sigh after the long explanation.

Zheng Ren gauged that stopping the bleed with interventional embolization was not too difficult.

"Can you do it, Chief Zheng? You are also aware of the current state of our hospital, and I heard that you had performed two emergency procedures to stop bleeding before, which is why I wanted to try asking for you," the assistant director frantically pleaded after noticing Zheng Ren contemplating something in silence for a brief moment.

His words were tinged with extreme caution.

However, since this involved a patient's kidney, one could not blame him for being extremely frantic and on edge.

"I'll take a look at the patient." Zheng Ren never made promises hastily. He simply offered to check on the patient for a better assessment.

When they arrived at the intensive care unit, the System's diagnosis was simple. The patient was losing blood solely due to the removal of a segment from the patient's left kidney; based on this, all this patient seemed to need was an interventional embolization to stop the bleeding.

"Has the patient had enough time to fast?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Ye, he has," Assistant Director Chen answered confidently.

"Have the patient's family come to me for a preoperative briefing. You can wheel the patient into the intensive care interventional operating theatre. Prep 10 U of blood and some plasma from the blood bank."

A spark of hope was lit in the extremely anxious hearts of the patient's family, who had been standing on the sidelines, listening in on the conversation.

"I'll have the family members directly related to the patient sign here," Zheng Ren said casually.

A young woman in her twenties, presumably the patient's girlfriend, along with two older people who were not yet in their sixties followed Zheng Ren to the ICU.

Zheng Ren proceeded to explain the situation to the patient's family in a straightforward and concise manner, since they had already been forewarned about possible post-surgery complications before the operation in Imperial City General Hospital, especially regarding postoperative hemorrhaging, which was serious enough to warrant repetition.

On that, they were nearly as informed as doctors were, with even some understanding of the development of the disease and no further need for a more detailed explanation.

When they had decided on removing a segment of the kidney, they had prepared themselves mentally for postoperative hemorrhaging.

However, they had not expected it to take so long to occur.

After his short explanation, he handed everything over to Chang Yue. It was now her turn to give a pre-surgery briefing, especially regarding the possibility of necrosis due to ectopic embolization which would require the complete removal of the patient's kidney.

While the briefing was being carried out, Zheng Ren and Su Yun changed into the proper attire in the surgery room.

After that, Zheng Ren prepared to gather all the tools he would require for the surgery.

At that moment, he heard Su Yun's voice go, "All instruments have been prepared. Chief Zheng, you may begin surgery immediately."

"Huh?"

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"Hmm?"

"As an inexperienced junior doctor, one has to perform everything flawlessly," Su Yun said, gently running his fingers across his bangs before putting on his sterile face shield. "I have informed the others in the groupchat, they should be ready for the surgery right now."

"How did you do it?" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"Are you asking me how I knew which tools and machines they would require for this surgery?" The hair that was moments ago covering his forehead was now neatly tucked behind his face shield. However, out of habit, Su Yun began to toy with it again. "I had made a table, which now hangs outside the interventional operating theater, listing which apparatus and machine each procedure requires. Basically, different as they may be, each procedure has their similarities. Hence, all I had to do was make some minor adjustments. Chief Zheng, will you be using the gelatin sponge for embolization or the spring-loaded one?"

Since surgical nurses were unfamiliar with interventional embolization, it was about time a leading nurse was assigned to the interventional embolization control room.

Good lord… this was the first time in Zheng Ren's life he felt this way.

It was not at the level of joy, but rather relief.

"The gelatin sponge, then."

"Hey, is anyone in now?" Su Yun yelled.

The patient was not yet in the surgical theater and the hallways were empty. A shouted response echoed down the empty hallway.

"What do you need?" Based on the voice, it was most likely Chu Yanzhi.

"The gelatin sponge."

"Alright."

Zheng Ren was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of powerlessness.

What kind of situation was this? There was absolutely no need for him to prepare anything for this surgery. Was that not a luxury solely enjoyed by instructing professors?

"The patient is currently in transit, current blood pressure at 60/40 mmhG. Stay here and watch for the patient, then let me know what kind of machines are to be used. I will be heading out to scrub now," Su Yun said softly after making a phone call.

There were hints of flirtatious intent in that gentle voice.

The feeling was… oddly peculiar.

The patient arrived swiftly and the blood bag in his pressure transfusion set was almost empty.

After the transfer was made, Zheng Ren placed the patient onto the surgical bed with the help of the urologist. Su Yun had already changed into his lead apron and sterile surgical gown and was disinfecting his gloves.

Zheng Ren also changed; he put on his special lead vest, then got himself scrubbed thoroughly before putting on his surgical gown.

As he stood in front of the operating table, he realized that disinfection and the placement of sterile surgical sheets had already been done. Su Yun was holding the introducer sheath and to his surprise, even artery cannulation, the very first step, was complete.

Zheng Ren sighed as he lamented how fast everything was being performed.

This brat was truly incredible; could someone with such impressive photographic memory truly exist in the world? Zheng Ren was unsure, since even he required continuous practice and revision with his System. It was only through constant exercise that he could improve his skills.

This man however, mastered everything with a single glance.

In the live broadcast room of Xinglin Garden, several hundred doctors were already sending messages of support within the first minute of the livestream.

During the day, there were fewer people online, with viewer counts rising at around 8 or 9 in the evening.

With a daily schedule of routine room inspections, surgeries and writing patient reports, anyone caught watching livestreams on their phones would be scolded into oblivion by their superiors.

[Hmm? Finally, I've been waiting for another interventional embolization.]

[We'll see what it is. Tsk, it looks like postoperative hemorrhaging after kidney removal.]

[None of you understand my pain in the urology department. Removing a segment of a kidney is and will always be marginally more difficult than spleen restoration surgery. A spleen can be removed at a whim, but the kidney cannot. Tears are streaming down my face now. I'll come back in ten minutes after I'm done crying about it.]

Several bold comments flooded the screen as the viewers were currently unfocused, and the host surgeon could be seen positioning the micro guide wire. The stream picked up as superselective catheterization began.

[Why do I feel like the standards of the surgical assistants have been greatly improved?]

[Good god! There is no limit to his skill, is there? I'm so envious right now.]

[You are unworthy of being a surgeon if your observation skills are so poor.

[Can't you see there's another pair of hands at the bottom right corner of the stream? The surgeon has found themselves an assistant.]

[Why would this surgeon even need to go through the trouble of finding an assistant? A single call would attract at least a few thousand people.]

[However, with an assistant now, the rate of surgery is marginally faster. It's almost as if they are flying.]

The stream view shifted to the patient, displaying a view of his blood vessels and the micro guide wire within them.

The wire arrived at the edge of the aorta branch. As the viewers watched, the micro guide wire advanced once more and swiftly reached the renal artery.

It then entered the renal artery, allowing for radiography to begin.

The wound at the edge of the kidney was clearly visible. Under the contrast medium, it looked like a cloud of lethal fireworks exploding out of the kidney.

Superselective catheterization continued as it entered the renal artery through to its branching vessels.

[Partial nephrectomy can only be performed in top-of-the-line hospitals in huge cities. If any backwater hospital performed this procedure, the moment the kidney began to bleed, they would resort to removing the entire organ to minimize injury.]

[Come on now, the modern era of medicine is different and combines several fields. Private hospitals are only capable of performing minor surgeries. Their focus lies mainly on ophthalmology and anorectalogy. Any post-surgery side effects would be referred to general hospitals.]

[You're going off topic; minor hospitals are not capable of performing these procedures and our hospitals do not have an interventional embolization department.]

[Report: our hospital had a pelvic fracture patient yesterday with some inflammation in the peritoneum leading to hemorrhagic shock, hence my immediate suggestion of performing interventional embolization. The patient has since been transferred to a hospital that performs this procedure, and according to what I was told, the surgery was completed and the patient is now fine and still alive.]

[Pfft… that person sure is lucky. Had this happened a month prior, that patient would've died in your hospital.]

As the stream viewers were conversing with each other, the gelatin sponge was swiftly embolized in a single attempt. The entire swift, smooth action was visible on-air. After three whole minutes, another radiograph was taken and the lethal, morbidly beautiful firework of blood had disappeared completely.

The entire duration of the surgery, including the three-minute wait, was five minutes and twelve seconds.

Thus, the stream ended. However, the doctors were speaking to each other in the comments.

[If our urology department wanted to perform a partial nephrectomy, someone has to master interventional embolization.]

[Stop joking now, alright, it's bold of you to assume anyone would be brave enough to perform this procedure even if they had mastered it. Without a radiography license, if any unfortunate accidents were to occur, you might as well say goodbye to your medical license. If you're brave enough to perform such a risky procedure, the patient's family would also be bold enough to cause a scene. Let me tell you, young man, if you want to solve such an issue, you'll have to have at least one million yuan lying around.]

[There's way too few radiographers out there, and fewer still would have clinical knowledge. What should we do about this?]

[What should you do? Tuberculosis was a terminal illness a hundred and fifty years ago. Time will solve everything.]

[I really, really want to study under you now, which hospital do you work in, my lord?]

[I believe there is a rumor that this signal was broadcast from Montreal General Hospital]

[…]

…

The surgery had been completed extremely quickly. Zheng Ren felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Having an assistant felt amazing!

Although Su Yun was still rough at the edges, having him was still better than performing the entire procedure alone.

As the surgery concluded, they removed their gloves, recorded the surgery and began editing the video recording of the procedure in order to hand it over to the patient's family.

The urologist had literally wheeled the stretcher out of the operating theater moments ago and had just managed to reassure the family for a few minutes.

The moment he returned, the surgery was complete.

Assistant Director Chen grabbed Zheng Ren's arm as the latter edited the video of the procedure. He said, "Chief Zheng, you're wasting your talent in our hospital."

"It's fine," Zheng Ren replied, chuckling.

"Your standards in specialized fields notwithstanding, your skill at interventional embolization alone would easily net you an annual salary of over a few hundred thousand yuan, even after tax deductions. You'd only make four thousand yuan a month in our hospital."

"I'm not a lead surgeon yet, I'm just a chief resident. It's actually three thousand eight hundred yuan," Zheng Ren corrected.

That was the gross total inclusive of tax, which was dwarfed by the sum of a few hundred thousand yuan after tax.

"You're joking, Assistant Director Chen," Zheng Ren said as he edited the video, "Who would want a lead surgeon to write a patient's report after performing a surgery, right?"

"Yes, you have a point. Just take care of the patient's report first; the assistant chief surgeon will take over after that. Haih, what would we do if a similar patient were to be in our hospital?"

The single statement by Assistant Director Chen instantly silenced the entire room.

It was an impossible debacle to solve.

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Shenzhen City, a city open to all.

The phrase, "everyone is welcome to Shenzhen City", was deeply ingrained in the hearts of all of its people. Following the construction of the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge, Shenzhen City received another boost to its already rapid development.

People of all creeds and origins swarmed into Shenzhen City from all over the country, and to sustain this influx, hospitals with multiple specialties were established. In addition, there was a massive influx of medical professionals into the city due to the shockingly high wages on offer.

…

Shenzhen Economic Development Zone People's Hospital was a large, newly-constructed Class Three Grade A general hospital. Its bright, spacious corridors coupled with clean wards were eye candy.

However, what attracted visitors most was the presence of metaphorical demons of the medical field from Mainland China, which the People's Hospital had hired for a king's ransom.

One of them was Wu Haishi, a retired senior consultant in interventional radiology, who had been re-employed in the People's Hospital.

The elderly man, who was already sixty-four years old, was one of the first few people in China to study interventional radiology and was an eminent authority in the domain.

He had a smaller workload due to fewer consultations in the newly established People's Hospital and the standardization of various treatment programs, which were still in progress.

Old Wu adhered to the style of the older generation—being down to earth and hardworking. Even in Shenzhen City, without fail, he insisted on exchanging views and theoretical knowledge with his fellow colleagues every day.

After the morning ward round, Old Wu sat in his office, put on his spectacles with presbyopia lenses and began preparing materials for his next lecture. He also added footage of digital subtraction angiography so that junior doctors could better understand the process and potential difficulties of surgery.

"Knock-knock-knock!" Someone was at the door.

"Please come in."

"Master," greeted a man in his thirties who entered and stood in place ceremoniously.

He was Mu Tao, a thirty-eight-year-old closed-door student[1] of Old Wu. He had taken a successive undergraduate-graduate program before furthering his studies as a doctoral student under Old Wu's guidance. When Old Wu had been re-employed to Shenzhen Economic Development Zone People's Hospital, he had followed suit and moved to the rapidly changing city.

Despite his advancing age, Old Wu's hearing was flawless. Still reviewing his materials, he nodded. "Yes?"

"Recently, there has been an anonymous account in Xinglin Garden that broadcasts its surgery live. Its host surgeon has just finished a renal artery embolization for post-partial nephrectomy hemorrhaging today, and I thought it was very interesting…"

"Oh? Let me see it. Footage for this type of surgery is quite rare." Old Wu immediately raised his gaze and pushed his spectacles up, interested.

Mu Tao quickly took out his phone and transmitted the video to an LCD television in Old Wu's office via Bluetooth.

In the video, the host surgeon was performing a femoral artery cannulation.

His maneuvering was proficient and effective, and every step was done accurately without haste. In a blink of an eye, the introducer sheath successfully entered the femoral artery.

In Old Wu's opinion, it was only to be expected for the host surgeon to be adept at artery cannulation, which was why he had no criticism to give the beautiful maneuver.

When the micro-guidewire was in place, the imaging system was activated and the operative field was adjusted upward.

"Eh?" mumbled Old Wu this time.

Mu Tao quickly paused the video, perking his ears attentively.

He had followed Old Wu for more than a decade. Without the need for words, he knew Old Wu had discovered something.

That "something" was most likely related to the host surgeon's precision in blind manipulation of the micro-guidewire. In the video, the micro-guidewire made contact perfectly at the end of the renal artery, which saved a lot of time for subsequent superselective catheterization.

"The crossed-hands maneuver?" said Old Wu as he pointed at the host surgeon's hands on the screen.

Mu Ta froze for a moment. From his perspective, the host surgeon's surgery had multiple highlights, but the pair of hands that would soon disappear from the screen had definitely not been one of them.

What the hell was the crossed-hands maneuver?

Old Wu stood up with a smile, walked to the large screen and pointed at the host surgeon's crossed hands wrapped in sterile gloves. "This is an operative habit only used by the older generations who first learned interventional radiology.

"Look, the left hand is securing the guidewire on the right and the right hand is inserting the catheter on the left.

"Here, you can clearly see the assistant's hands, but the host surgeon still habitually uses the crossed-hands maneuver to perform the surgery. Do you know why?"

Mu Tao was perplexed after hearing Old Wu's question.

Were he honest with himself, he considered the maneuver flawed or at least unnecessary as it largely made the assistant's role obsolete during the surgery.

"I don't know," answered Mu Tao truthfully.

"When it all began, the few surgeons who were interested in interventional radiology had difficulty hiring assistants. Therefore, they had to set the guidewire and insert the catheter all by themselves, and thus developed the crossed-hands maneuver where their more nimble right hand would manipulate the catheter while their left secured the guidewire.

"However, you youngsters don't have to learn that technique now."

Old Wu felt a little emotional and nostalgic. He missed the old days, where he would perform surgery patiently and meticulously under a large amount of radiation.

Now, every procedure—contrast agent injection, superselective catheterization and insertion of absorbable gelatin sponge—was done smoothly and successfully without pause.

Following the embolization, the host surgeon waited for a few moments before performing another imaging test to ensure the complete absence of the previously massive hemorrhage from the renal artery. With that, the surgery video ended.

"That was good," said Old Wu softly.

"Their maneuvering was very fast.

"Every act of superselective catheterization was successful, meaning the host surgeon is incredibly precise. Let me try to guess who they could be." Old Wu sat in his chair, closed his eyes and began meditating.

Mu Tao waited patiently without a sound.

A few minutes later, Old Wu shook his head and said, "Those who used the crossed-hands maneuver have basically retired from the clinical field. Even when invited to attend surgeries, they will guide the surgeon rather than perform it personally. This host surgeon is meticulous, with stable hands and superb eyesight, so I suppose they are a young man."

Surgeons and boxers shared a common trait—experience and physical fitness never occurred together.

The peak period for surgeons was when they were between forty to fifty years old. This was when they had both significant amounts of experience and were still in a good physical form—not yet assailed by blurry vision or trembling hands.

The heights of surgical proficiency would be reached within this age group.

However, this did not account for wunderkinds.

For example, in the last decade of the twentieth century, a cardiothoracic surgeon reached the pinnacle of his career in his thirties. Unfortunately, he was excluded from Fuwai Hospital in Imperial Capital due to his lack of sociability. Thus, he returned to his hometown in the northeast and established a specialty hospital for cardiovascular disease.

In just a few years, the hospital became the best hospital in the country.

There were many incredible stories surrounding this legend. A few years later, he became a secretary in a medical department at the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

After his retirement, he suffered tachyarrhythmia and required surgical intervention.

However, he trusted only himself as he was the best cardiothoracic surgeon in the country, and therefore other surgeons' skills and experience were simply inferior to his…

Thus, he laid on the operating table with a screen suspended above his head.

Looking directly at the screen, he guided a doctoral student through his own operation.

Ventricular fibrillation had occurred intraoperatively. After successful resuscitation, he continued guiding the doctoral student through the surgery.

In the end, the surgery had been successful!

Of course, it was merely an anecdote, but the main point was that he was indeed a demon who had reached the pinnacle of his career at thirty-five years old.

Mu Tao felt ashamed of his inferiority, but did his master mean that… the host surgeon in Xinglin Garden was of the same mold?

"Perhaps one of my old friends taught him, who knows?" Old Wu smiled and continued, "Pay attention to this live broadcast room. By the way, save this video to a USB flash drive and inform everyone that we have a training session this afternoon."

[1] Usually refers to the master's favorite student who trains separately from normal classes and has the luxury of learning the master's secret techniques.

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They were in the emergency interventional radiology suite in Sea City General Hospital.

"Zheng Ren, save me a copy of the angiographic footage," said Su Yun as he took off his lead apron; the patient, whose puncture wound had stopped bleeding, was being transferred to a stretcher trolley. A urological surgeon would take over the patient from here.

"Sure," answered Zheng Ren without questioning the man's motives.

Su Yun, who was not in a rush to change his attire, quietly stood behind Zheng Ren and watched him edit the surgery video and save every important clip.

Approximately ten minutes later, Zheng Ren completed his work and passed a printed image to Deputy Chief Shen of the urology surgery department.

It was simply a typical imaging film. Despite his lack of knowledge in interventional radiology, Deputy Chief Shen could still explain the procedures behind the surgery and potential postoperative effects based on the film to the patient's family members.

"There might be blood clots in the bladder—" Zheng Ren nagged.

Deputy Chief Shen interrupted him with a smile. "Chief Zheng, we can handle these things. Thank you for the trouble this time. Let's go out for a meal together someday."

"I'm a chief resident, I can't."

"You're only the chief resident for one year, and we still have a long way ahead of us." Deputy Chief Shen smiled and left the interventional radiology suite with the film.

Zheng Ren stretched lazily. It was always relaxing and comfortable after an emergency rescue.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

"Zheng Ren, come to my office," said Old Chief Physician Pan bluntly.

"Okay," Zheng Ren replied and quickly stood up as if Old Chief Physician Pan was standing before him in person.

The corners of Su Yun's lips twitched slightly, as if fighting the urge to laugh.

They changed out of surgical attire and hurried to Old Chief Physician Pan's office on the first floor of the emergency building.

After knocking and entering, they saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes sitting across from and chatting with Old Chief Physician Pan.

"Zheng Ren, this is Manager Feng, a sales manager from China Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery," Old Chief Physician Pan said upon noticing Zheng Ren.

Manager Feng, who still looked baby-faced in his twenties, immediately stood up, extended both hands and greeted them politely with a slight nod, "Hello, my name is Feng Xuhui, but you can just call me Little Feng."

"Hello, Manager Feng. I'm Zheng Ren, Old Chief Physician Pan's 'soldier'."

"You must be Chief Zheng. I was just listening to Old Chief Physician Pan's praise for you, but I didn't expect you to be so young." Manager Feng began eyeing him up.

"Let's not stand on ceremony here. Please have a seat and we can speak." Old Chief Physician Pan waved his hand and continued, "Little Zheng, didn't Chang Yue mention that a patient required our help a few days ago? Manager Feng is currently working in Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery, a newly-established company specialising in minimally-invasive surgical supplies, and he is here to promote the technology his company develops."

'Oh, so that's what it is.' Zheng Ren began to understand the situation.

Medical device companies had vested interests in advertising their products, just like shopping malls.

However, medical equipment production required extremely high technical standards, which were why there were relatively few major medical device companies worldwide. In China, however, there had been a recent boom in large-scale imitations; companies were on the rise such as Tianjing Microinvasive Surgery and now, Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery.

"I have to thank Manager Feng first of all." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Domestic medical device companies can further reduce the cost of patient treatment, which is good news all around."

"Chief Zheng, that's too polite of you." Manager Feng looked like a fresh graduate based on his nervousness when speaking.

From this, Zheng Ren concluded that Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery did not place a high value on Sea City's market.

For potential large-scale business opportunities, the company would always send the smarter, more competent salespeople instead of fresh graduates to handle the product sales to relevant hospitals.

However, it would be inappropriate to criticise someone for simply being part of an outreach program, would it not?

"Just talk to Manager Feng if you need anything," said Old Chief Physician Pan with a smile.

Manager Feng finally regained his composure and recalled the purpose of his visit.

"Chief Physician Pan, Chief Zheng, the company is providing a large contribution." Manager Feng smiled and added, "Due to the underdeveloped state of interventional radiology in Sea City, Professor Pei Yingjie from a hepatobiliary hospital in Sorcery Capital will personally visit to promote and handle the surgery."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was momentarily stunned. This was unforeseen; he had expected to receive free products in exchange for performing the surgery.

"Professor Pei Yingjie is a well-reputed expert in the country and one of the editors of the Interventional Radiology journal." Manager Feng began reciting Professor Pei Yingjie's biography in a disjointed manner, almost like a student presenting a case.

Zheng Ren smiled and pretended to attentively listen to Manager Feng's introduction.

A professor from Sorcery Capital would be proficient in this domain, especially for what was merely a tier-three surgery, so the news that the professor was personally taking over the field did not perturb Zheng Ren.

As long as Zheng Yunxia's tumor remained under control, whoever handled the surgery in the end made no difference.

Five minutes later, the nervous Manager Feng finished describing Professor Pei Yingjie's personal biography from memory, calming his nerves almost instantaneously.

His hands were no longer trembling, as well.

"When will Professor Pei arrive?" asked Old Chief Physician Pan.

"If all preoperative preparations are complete, he will arrive the next day," answered Manager Feng.

"Okay," Zheng Ren stood and cheerfully shook Manager Feng's hand again. "I'll proceed with preoperative preparations now. Manager Feng, please give me your contact number and I'll let you know as soon as everything is ready."

Amazed at Zheng Ren's unexpected enthusiasm, Manager Feng quickly took out his phone and they exchanged phone numbers and WeChat IDs.

Upon leaving Old Chief Physician Pan's office, Su Yun sighed and said, "Our hospital is still small."

"This is good enough. He wouldn't even have bothered to come had we just been a township hospital." Zheng Ren remained unconcerned and quickly walked to the emergency ward.

"You're chief resident 24365, so what's the rush?"

24365 was a hospital joke referring to chief residents having to stay in the hospital twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

Come to think of it, who would be in such a hurry in the comfort of their own home?

"I need to go back to my room to revise," replied Zheng Ren coldly as he walked up the fire escape without looking back.

"No wonder you're single. Nerds like you are the worst batch of students in school… Well, you're not exactly a nerd, since you're very good at surgery."

Zheng Ren could not be bothered to entertain the brat. Upon returning to his office, he saw Chang Yue documenting a case and said, "Admit Zheng Yunxia to the hospital and check if she has any contraindications for surgery. Professor Pei from a hepatobiliary hospital in Sorcery Capital will personally handle the case."

"Yeah!" Chang Yu was visibly delighted, which was an unusual occasion, and asked, "Is it free?"

"Yes, thanks to Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery," replied Zheng Ren. He proceeded to sit at his table and reopen the Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery book.

On the other hand, Su Yun once again sat behind him and started tapping away on his phone.

From it, Zheng Ren thought he could hear a thirty-second alert for encroaching enemies. Meanwhile, Chang Yue was on her phone contacting Yunxia to get her to the hospital.

On his device, Su Yun was actually replaying the video recording of Zheng Ren's interventional radiology surgery earlier.

He held the phone in his left hand and constantly twisted his right as if simulating each motion.

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Chapter 108: Preoperative Double Contrast-Enhanced Imaging

Chang Yue explained every detail, including immediate fasting to hasten testing and hospital admission fees, to Zheng Yunxia in two minutes.

'This girl looks cold but is actually enthusiastic. How good it would be if she could treat me the same way she usually treats patients.' Zheng Ren was daydreaming as he read a book.

Passion and mindfulness were, beyond doubt, the most essential qualities a good clinician needed to have.

…

An hour later, Zheng Yunxia appeared in the emergency ward.

As expected, she had a sallow complexion, a typical symptom of liver disease.

From her sparse and messy hair, she had to have trimmed it herself at home. Men's haircuts cost anywhere between fifteen to twenty yuan, which could be saved up for better food once in a while.

The collar and cuffs on her plain-looking clothes were worn, but very clean.

Zheng Yunxia was calm, showing no sign of joy or, from before, dejection. She looked more like a visiting family member than a patient about to be admitted for surgery.

"Little Chang, here I am," greeted Zheng Yunxia as she entered the office, standing by the desk.

"Miss Yun, hold on, I'll handle your admission process." Chang Yue launched the patient management system and began filling the entry for her.

"Little Su, you're here too." Zheng Yunxia scanned the area and spotted Su Yun on his phone behind Zheng Ren, whom she completely ignored.

Su Yun's right thumb, index finger and middle finger were twisted together in a strange manner.

"Hi." He raised his head and smiled before continuing his simulation.

"Chief Zheng, give me the manager's phone number," said Chang Yue as Zheng Yunxia left to pay the bill after completing her registration.

Zheng Ren slipped out his phone and sent Manager Feng's phone number to Chang Yue via WeChat.

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to confirm details such as the types of imaging the professor wants to see before surgery." Chang Yue seemed reckless at times, but was actually a meticulous person.

Zheng Yunxia had undergone contrast-enhanced nuclear magnetic resonance imaging (NMRI) half a month ago, which Chang Yue could assume was more than enough to proceed with the surgery, but she had to ask regardless, just in case.

Manager Feng was unavailable, but another greenhorn picked up, promising to look into her inquiry.

Soon, Manager Feng returned her call.

"Hello, Doctor Chang. The professor says a double contrast-enhanced image is needed."

The so-called double contrast-enhanced image referred to contrast-enhanced NMRI and a contrast-enhanced 64-slice CT scan with image reconstruction.

These were completely different imaging processes but required intravenous injections of contrast agents, which meant the patient had to wait five to seven days between them. Moreover, due to their relatively high cost, hospitals in small cities rarely performed double contrast-enhanced imaging as preoperative tests.

Only professors in Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital were accustomed to double contrast-enhanced imaging films.

"The patient underwent a contrast-enhanced NMRI of the liver ten days ago, so for the 64-slice… Can we skip it? I mean if it isn't really necessary…" Chang Yue insisted.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun heard the conversation clearly after she put it on loudspeaker, presumably unable to argue further.

"Doctor Chang, this was Professor Pei's request." Manager Feng did not have the courage to make the call on his own.

"The patient's financial condition…" Chang Yue went silent immediately.

After all, Manager Feng was not the surgeon, so negotiation was impossible at this stage.

"Alright, Manager Feng. We'll contact you again after all tests are complete," replied Chang Yue before hanging up.

"Zheng Ren, is it really necessary?" she asked.

"Of course," Before Zheng Ren could answer the question, Su Yun spoke up while brushing his black bangs aside, "In the arterial phase of NMRI, by checking for abnormal blood supplies in the liver, we can detect the presence of dysplastic lesions that cannot be seen in a normal CT scan; as for the 64-slice CT scan of the liver… Hehe."

He smirked.

"Why the hell are you even leaving us hanging? Spit it out already." Whenever Chang Yue faced Su Yun, her aura intensified and the eleven boxes of Snow began radiating immense pressure, like a mountain.

"…" Su Yun was perplexed as this was the first time he had met such a woman.

"We can check lipiodol deposition within the tumor cells in a liver CT scan, but that's all I know about it," replied Zheng Ren.

"Isn't that a bit complicated?" Chang Yue frowned.

"Interventional radiology isn't just a simple diagnostic test; it has therapeutic effects on hepatocellular carcinoma as well," Su Yun said, "I've a mentor who is particularly skilled in this domain—one of the top five surgeons in this country."

Zheng Ren locked onto the word Su Yun used—mentor.

Su Yun must have great respect for his mentor. Strangely enough, for a man with zero self-awareness, he was actually capable of reverence for someone other than himself.

Such critique felt undeserved, however, as Su Yun had performed as a surgical assistant beautifully and flawlessly in recent surgeries.

The trio were still having a "constructive" discussion on the theory of the contrast-enhanced 64-slice CT scan when Zheng Yunxia returned to the office.

After listening for a few moments, she understood the issue at hand.

"Little Chang, Little Su, Chief Zheng, thank you for your kindness." A languid but determined smile formed on Zheng Yunxia's face. "I've caused you enough trouble already. Since this is the professor's request, I'll gladly do it."

Chang Yue remained silent.

"It should cost me 1680 yuan. I've done it before. Don't worry, I'll pay the other 1000 yuan later," Zheng Yunxia said, trying to appease Chang Yue.

"In that case, you would have to undergo the test as soon as possible, but there are lots of patients on the waiting list, so you might have to wait a week," said Chang Yue, embarrassed.

"Chief Zheng, don't you have anything to say?" asked Su Yun.

"I don't know anyone in the CT department." Zheng Ren felt helpless as well.

"What a poor bachelor, his nose buried only in books. Well, I guess I've to do it now. CT room… Overtime… CT room…" Su Yun mumbled. It was unclear if he was searching for a contact number in WeChat or his phone.

"Hello, is this Sister Zhao? I'm Little Su." A few seconds in and Su Yun had located a number that had been buried for god only knew how long.

"Haha, I live a busy life in the ICU. You also know that I've to watch the ventilators every day; I can't get a good night's rest either, unlike you guys who have the luxury of getting off work on time and even free medical checkups. That's a good life.

"Yes, yes, I was in the wrong. I'll treat you to dinner someday and you can choose any place you like.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but can you work overtime tonight? Okay, what time shall we visit?

"Alright, sure."

Zheng Ren daydreamed a cheesy romance as Su Yun chatted and finally hung up.

"It's settled. We'll depart at half-past seven in the evening." The black hair on his forehead danced along with the beautiful smile on his face.

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Chapter 109: A Drunk Rogue

Emergency response was a daily routine in the emergency department, and Zheng Yunxia was merely an interlude, an unplanned issue that had to be dealt with.

Two patients with serious abdominal issues—acute appendicitis and acute cholecystitis respectively—arrived during the day. Due to inadequate preoperative fasting in the former patient, Zheng Ren had decided to perform cholecystectomy first and proceed with appendectomy later.

Three surgeries in one day was normal in his day-to-day life.

There was no major surgery, such as those involving hemorrhagic shock, which greatly satisfied Zheng Ren. As for the surgical treatment and follow-up for the patient in the urology surgery department? That was the urological surgeon's problem and none of his concern.

The day went on peacefully. Instead of getting off work, Chang Yue waited until half-past seven and brought Zheng Yunxia to the CT room along with Xie Yiren and the Chu sisters.

Of course, the most important person—Su Yun—tagged along as well.

The waiting list for scanning was very long, and so controversy was inevitable if medical personnel helped friends or family members skip the queue. Therefore, the hospital had implemented firm regulations to prohibit this practice.

However, medical personnel could use personal connections to request a scan only after working hours and if the radiologist was willing to work overtime.

And Su Yun was the kind of person capable of convincing others to work themselves to death.

Zheng Ren also followed them to the CT room as he had nothing to do in the emergency ward. It was also a short distance away, allowing him to return quickly if he was needed urgently.

It was still crowded in the CT room despite it being night.

There were patients with minor injuries who had been involved in traffic collisions or fistfights.

A woman in her forties was making a phone call when the group reached the CT room.

Upon their arrival, she made a hand gesture, signaling them to bring Zheng Yunxia to the CT unit.

Xie Yiren had already inserted a cannula into Zheng Yunxia for contrast agent administration. Soon, the other woman finished her phone call and began installing a pressure injector.

"Su Yun, you're so snobbish. Is it really necessary to hide from me for a year and a half?" the woman nagged during the process.

Su Yun put on a smile and said, "How could you say that? I'm really busy, Sister Zhao."

"How many times have I asked you out for a meal? I've repeatedly invited you over since my lover's intracranial hemorrhage was treated and he was discharged from the ICU, but you turned down my offer every single time." Despite the nagging, there was a hint of enthusiasm in Sister Zhao's chatter.

After listening to the story, Zheng Ren felt slightly ashamed at his initial speculations. From their conversation, it seemed like Su Yun had successfully rescued Sister Zhao's lover in the ICU, allowing him to be discharged afterward.

'This guy has some skill,' he thought.

"I'm now working in the emergency department, which is even busier, but… Don't worry, Sister Zhao, I'll definitely invite you for a meal in a few days. How is your lover right now?"

"Thanks to you, he is doing fine, and the rehabilitation is almost complete. He just has some slight numbness in his left hand, but that isn't really an issue."

After the contrast agent was placed into the pressure injector, Xie Yiren connected it proficiently to Zheng Yunxia and left the CT unit with the others.

The machine began to run, emitting a high-frequency humming which did not cause any actual damage to the body, but was loud enough to induce slight discomfort in Zheng Ren.

He took a deep breath upon exiting the unit and felt better instantly.

A loud voice echoed from across the hall.

Quarrels were common and considered trivial in a hospital. Arguments between patients and their family members, disagreements between two parties, wars of words between family members and medical personnel… What had Zheng Ren not encountered in his practice?

Therefore, the argument failed to pique his curiosity.

However, even Zheng Ren could vaguely make out the terms "beating" and "police officer" in the increasingly loud din.

Since he had nothing to do at the moment, he decided to take a look at the commotion.

The strong smell of alcohol lingered in the hall over hundreds of square meters, and a man with rosy cheeks was rolling across the floor, shouting that the police officer had hit him.

An innocent-looking, young traffic officer stood nearby, helpless and frozen in place.

The traffic officer's timidity fuelled the brazenness of the drunkard, who yelled loudly, "That police officer hit me!"

Zheng Ren shook his head, having already guessed the truth.

The drunkard had probably been arrested for drunk driving and was required to draw blood samples as evidence, but why would he here for a CT scan? Presumably, he had also claimed dizziness due to being struck, leading to the farce before Zheng Ren.

"He looks fine," Zheng Ren said to himself, walking over.

It was not loud, unlike that of a negotiator trying to be heard in order to break up a fight.

However, his words were clearly audible to both the officer and the man on the floor.

"Doctor, look…" The young traffic officer, caught in a difficult situation, immediately reached out like a drowning man clutching at straws upon seeing Zheng Ren approach in a white coat.

"Those who are capable of stirring up a ruckus are usually fine, so don't worry about him," Zheng Ren said softly, "The moment they go quiet, that's when it starts to become concerning."

"He can be tested for evidence of health issues, right?" asked the anxious traffic officer.

"Not necessarily. There is a chance that he might have delayed traumatic intracerebral hemorrhage," answered Zheng Ren.

"But… I didn't even touch him." The traffic officer was almost in tears.

"I'm not a police officer, so I can't do anything about it." Zheng Ren added, "Admit him to the hospital if his condition is serious, but judging by his current situation, he should be alright."

Zheng Ren noticed that the stooge had gradually stopped rolling about after stealing a glance at him, finally quieting down.

This frightened the young traffic officer.

His career would be over if someone died under his watch.

Such a fate would have been justified had he actually assaulted the man, but… he was being falsely accused.

The System panel clearly stated that the man was merely suffering alcohol intoxication with no signs or symptoms of intracranial hemorrhaging.

"Lend me a hand. Let's proceed with a CT scan first and admit him to the ward later," said Zheng Ren seriously.

Dazed and confused, the young traffic officer subconsciously obeyed Zheng Ren's commands.

They carried the inebriated rogue to the bed in the CT unit for a cranial CT scan and left the room, closing the lead door behind them. Then, Zheng Ren said, "You must be frightened."

"Huh?" The young traffic officer was startled.

"Get used to it. You can call your superior to ask them to handle the situation for you," said Zheng Ren with a smile.

"I…" Red-faced, the young officer clenched his fists tightly, trying but failing to vent the resentment in his heart.

Police officers, a career just as miserable as that of doctors, were infinitely glorified but would still be dumbfounded when meeting unreasonable ruffians. Sighing heavily, Zheng Ren decided to help this young traffic officer.

"You don't have the courage to do so? In that case, find a senior police officer whom you're on good terms with to take it from here and leave the rest to me," said Zheng Ren with a smile.

"You are…"

"I'm Zheng Ren, a chief resident in the emergency department," Zheng Ren said before going to the operator console room. "I'm going to take a look at the scan results."

The CT scan had been completed. After ensuring that there were no signs of intracranial hemorrhage noted in the films, he entered the CT unit and said, "The patient's condition is very serious. I'll request a stretcher trolley."

The young traffic officer was stunned… Which sentence was the truth?

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