"Huh?!" Zheng Ren stood up abruptly.
"ICU, motherf * cker!" Su Yun cursed fiercely. His anger could be felt over the phone.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Zheng Ren scolded. "Is Chang Yue okay?"
"She's fine," Su Yun said bitterly.
"I'll go right away." Zheng Ren then hung up.
"Old Liu, I'll go up and take a look. You stay here and take care of the house." Zheng Ren rushed out after saying that.
Zheng Ren calmed down after leaving the door. He did not take the fire escape and climbed to the ICU. Climbing more than ten floors was nothing to him. After all, he was a man who had carried a lead apron weighing dozens of kilograms for three days and three nights of surgery. His body was unbelievably strong.
Rushing up like this would only lead to more intense conflict. It would not solve the problem. Zheng Ren knew that. It was better to calm down and think about what had happened. Chang Yue was fine and Su Yun was still there. Zheng Ren could not care about the others for the time being.
There were many people waiting for the elevator.
The bustling world was noisy but there was a sense of vitality. Zheng Ren gradually calmed down and recalled a series of events. He felt that the only person who could have attacked Chief Zhang was the patient's father.
Chief Zhang had tried to perform the surgery but the patient's father did not think so. This was the most reasonable explanation.
When he got into the elevator, it was crowded with people. The elevator was filled with the stench of sweat. Although it was noisy, Zheng Ren gradually calmed down in the midst of this human atmosphere.
When he arrived at the ICU, Zheng Ren saw that the corridor was crowded with people.
The security guards were maintaining order and the crowd was so crowded that not even a drop of water could trickle through. Zheng Ren was also helpless. He did not know where these passersby came from. It was a deep-rooted habit, even in the hospital. Where was the liveliness? They came faster than the main character.
Relying on his strong body, Zheng Ren squeezed in.
Zheng Ren did not want any more trouble to come out of the way to avoid the elderly. The days were already worrying enough.
The security guards were maintaining the fragile peace. Chief Zhang sat on a chair in the exchange room, his hand covering his head. Blood flowed from between his fingers.
Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes and a murderous aura spread out.
Su Yun stood in front of Chang Yue. Chang Yue grabbed his arm and stopped him from rushing over.
"Chief Zhang, how are you feeling?" Zheng Ren hurriedly strode over and asked in a low voice. There was nothing wrong with the system panel. The diagnosis was that it was a head injury, probably a skin injury.
"It's nothing. It's just a scratch. It's a superficial injury," Chief Zhang Lin said.
"What happened?" Zheng Ren asked.
"My family found a fortune-teller. He said …" Su Yun glared at the person in front of him. Zheng Ren followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was a little thin, but he looked like an immortal.
There was a red spot on his wrist that looked like a butterfly. If it wasn't in such an occasion, anyone would take a second look.
His fingers were pale and bloodless. This kind of white gave people the illusion that it was full of Yin Qi.
"That's him. He said that there was something wrong with his family, and he couldn't even protect his two sons. If he insisted on protecting her, his entire family would be plagued with misfortune. In the end, his family was destroyed and he died without a burial place. "Su Yun said coldly.
Zheng Ren looked at the 'Master'. The System panel was in medium red with a strange diagnosis marked on it — autoimmune insulin receptor disease.
This disease … He frantically searched for relevant information in his mind.
"And then?" Zheng Ren asked as he pondered the condition.
At this time, he was not in the mood to treat the disease. Even the most honest Zheng Ren was enraged this time.
"Master? That young doctor is the Master, "the bearded man said proudly in the crowd.
"That's a doctor, not a Master," someone next to him retorted.
"What do you know? I brought my wife to see a doctor and she even knows what previous illness she had. I didn't say a word. Anyway, believe it or not, I believe it, "the bearded man said in a low voice. He had become Zheng Ren's little fan.
The man in his thirties was dressed in cotton clothes and had an otherworldly appearance. After hearing the bearded man's words, his face slightly tightened. Then, he cupped his hands and said with a smile, "May I know your name, young man?"
"Did you hit him?" Zheng Ren asked coldly.
"No," the man said with a smile. His voice was pleasant and his appearance was quite good. "This is all fate. If you try to interfere, there will be …"
"You don't deserve to talk about fate!" Zheng Ren roared like a clap of thunder, buzzing. The people around him were shocked, and many of their faces turned pale.
Zheng Ren took a step forward. Although he was not a soldier, the aura of a military horse that had seen through life and death burst out like a mountain.
"Do you know that you're going to die on the streets? You still have the face to talk about fate here? "Zheng Ren shouted.
"You …" The man was stunned. Zheng Ren was wearing white clothes. His body was like a mountain and his aura was imposing. He had expected Zheng Ren to reason with him or come up to fight, but none of this happened. He actually said that he was going to die!
The man's fingers were pale. He raised them slightly and pointed at Zheng Ren.
Suddenly, his fingers turned from pale to bright red. His whole body began to twitch and tremble. Then, he fell to the ground and kept spasming.
"Look, look, what did I say?" The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded. The bearded man said proudly, "Boss Zheng is the Master. Whatever he says is true! That person must have been possessed by something. How dare he provoke the Master? Isn't that courting death? Now that you've shouted it out, you've been exposed! "
"Uh …" The people around him could still say a few words just now, but now they could not say a word and looked at him in a daze.
Su Yun also stood behind Zheng Ren in shock. His white clothes were half undone, and it looked like he was ready to tear them off and rush up to fight at any time. Although the other party had more people, Su Yun was not afraid.
Was this Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Situ to death?
The boss said just a few words and he collapsed? It was a scam, right?
Chang Yue was also dumbfounded. Her big eyelids behind her glasses kept clicking, and her face was blank.
The patient's father suddenly panicked.
Originally, he believed in the Master's words, but why did he collapse after being scolded by this young doctor?
His voice was a little loud, but it was not to the extent of it.
He also heard the voices of the people in the crowd next to him, mainly the bearded man, and his heart was very nervous.
He was afraid that the Master he had found was fake and that he had been possessed by something dirty. He had been suppressed by someone …
Had he unknowingly offended a Celestial Master?
In just an instant, he was sweating. He trembled and wanted to go forward to speak, but he accidentally stumbled and knelt on one knee in front of Zheng Ren.
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