The girl's father thanked him profusely and Zheng Ren maintained a polite smile.
They exchanged phone numbers and arranged to have a meal together when the girl recovered.
Before leaving, the middle-aged man brushed past the edge of Zheng Ren's white coat, and Zheng Ren noticed a large red envelope falling into his pocket.
The red envelope was thick but of a moderate size, so it did not stand out in the pocket.
The young patient's father was obviously a professional when it came to gift-giving.
His strength was appropriate, somewhere between what Zheng Ren could feel and what he could not. It was not pretentious but sincere.
Zheng Ren immediately chased after the man after noticing the red envelope and insisted on returning it to the patient's family. However, the father turned around the corridor and disappeared.
The patient was still recovering from the anesthesia. It was inappropriate to go to the ward for a red envelope.
"Chang Yue, please pay the hospital fees." Zheng Ren decided to let Chang Yue do the legwork.
"Wow, it's quite thick." Chang Yue took the red envelope from Zheng Ren and weighed it.
"You'll know when you open it." Su Yun looked up at Zheng Ren playfully. "Postoperative red envelopes are sincere red envelopes. Why don't you want it?"
There were two types of red envelopes.
The first type was when the patient's family begged and stuffed it into the doctor's pocket. The doctor would either not reject it or pretend to reject it and pretend to be forced to. If the doctor was not confident in the surgery, the doctor would pay the hospitalization fees with the red envelope that he could not refuse.
The second type was when the patient's postoperative condition was stable and the family sent a red envelope.
This usually represented sincere gratitude from the patient's family, which was much more sincere than the preoperative red envelope.
For postoperative red envelopes, the doctor had a basic understanding of the surgery and would tacitly accept the kindness of the patient's family if there was no problem.
However, Zheng Ren did not even want the postoperative red envelope. It was a little pretentious.
"Three thousand yuan," Chang Yue said in surprise after quickly counting the money.
"You are so generous. I thought they were all 10 RMB. 200 RMB would be enough." No matter when the sarcastic sissy spoke, his words were always unpleasant to the ear. "You are so generous.
"Go pay the hospital fees and give the receipt to the patient's family," Zheng Ren said calmly.
"Why not?" Su Yun asked persistently.
"Why should I?" Zheng Ren asked back.
"The hospital's income, after deducting the five insurances and one housing fund, is 3,500 yuan a month. We also have to include your overtime pay. Even though you're the chief resident and you've saved up on renting a house, you'll still have to get married sooner or later. Which girl would want to marry a pauper like you who has no money, no time, no house, and no car? "
"I'm afraid something might happen," Zheng Ren said honestly.
When patients send red packets, there is a very small probability that they will secretly record it and then blackmail them.
No matter how beautiful the surgery was, this problem could not be avoided.
However, even if he didn't accept the red packet, there was still a chance that he would be blackmailed by others who would insist that he had given them red packets. If he pulled it into a banner and hung it in the hospital where people came and went.
Tsk tsk, that thing was so cool!
"Pretentious." Su Yun lowered his head and continued to play with his phone.
He had only received one patient's red packet in the past few years.
It was a liver cancer patient he was in charge of. The patient had invited a professor from Sorcery Capital to Sea City for surgery. After the surgery, Zheng Ren had fulfilled his duty as a doctor, even exceeding it.
After the patient had basically recovered, Zheng Ren began to give him basic psychological counseling.
Even though Zheng Ren was not a psychologist, he still tried to read books and combine what was written in the books with practical experience to try his best to distance the patient from the fear of malignant tumors.
He tried his best and received the patient's sincere gratitude.
On an autumn evening three years later, Zheng Ren returned home and met the patient at his doorstep. The patient expressed his gratitude to Zheng Ren in simple words and gave him an envelope with 2,000 yuan inside.
It was the only red packet Zheng Ren had ever received.
However, Zheng Ren was not willing to share his thoughts with Su Yun.
Chang Yue returned quickly and handed the deposit ticket to the patient's family.
The deposit ticket was different from money. Money could be declined, but it would be very troublesome if the deposit ticket was missing during the discharge process.
The patient's family reluctantly accepted the deposit ticket and complained to Chang Yue.
Soon, Zheng Ren received a call from a middle-aged man.
He expressed his dissatisfaction with Zheng Ren over the phone. The tone was just right. It did not arouse Zheng Ren's disgust and completely expressed his gratitude.
In the end, he told Zheng Ren not to order food and that it would be delivered soon.
There was no way he could refuse now, so he had no choice but to agree.
About thirty minutes later, two uniformed waiters from Golden Spiral Restaurant came to the emergency ward with four food boxes.
The dishes were taken out one by one like magic.
Guava snail cordyceps soup, crispy pork, honey barbecued pork, crispy pork, braised pigeon, boiled geoduck, salt and pepper mantis shrimp …
Every time they took out a dish, the waiters would introduce where the ingredients were from, how fresh they were, and what kind of high-level chef had personally cooked them.
In short, the ingredients were fresh, exquisite, and the chef was a top chef in the country.
At first, Zheng Ren was excited but as the on-call room was filled with food, he became numb.
Three thousand yuan was definitely not enough to buy these dishes.
Even though he had never eaten at Golden Spiral Restaurant, he had the common sense of an adult.
Zheng Ren took out his phone and called for the Chu sisters and Xie Yiren to come down for dinner.
Xie Yiren's eyes widened when she saw the table full of food.
On the day when the ground was covered in thin ice, Xie Yiren still insisted on going out for dinner. For a foodie like her, this table of food was the best reward.
They were all on the same side, so there was no need to be polite. After disinfecting their phones, everyone sat down and started eating.
"Delicious." Xie Yiren picked up a piece of crispy pork with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth. Then, she picked up the guava snail cordyceps soup.
"Delicious."
"Delicious."
"Delicious."
Zheng Ren was dumbfounded. With Xie Yiren's wealth, she should have eaten before. However, she still ate with relish, satisfied with every dish and savoring every mouthful of soup.
'What a typical foodie,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Zheng Ren did not eat much. After two bowls of porridge made from unknown seafood and another bowl of soup, he was full.
"Are you feeling a little regretful? You might as well accept the red packet?" Su Yun complained.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren laughed dryly.
Rumors stopped with wise men and conversation stopped with hehe.
Zheng Ren immediately ended the conversation.
"Little Yiren, eat less." Chu Yanran drank the soup elegantly and said, "Overeating hurts the spleen and stomach."
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