There was a knock on the door as Zheng Ren was scrolling through the WeChat group chat history.
The on-call room door opened and a voice said, "Dr. Zheng is receiving an IV drip in the on-call room."
Su Yun could not see who it was because the door was blocked by a cabinet. He glanced at Zheng Ren, who was engrossed in the chat history and did not seem to have heard the knock.
A petite figure appeared, followed by two police officers.
Su Yun was startled at first, but then he realized that since such a big thing had happened, he should be here to ask about the situation at the time and record a confession.
He quickly nudged Zheng Ren with his foot, feeling that the man was possessed.
"Hello, Dr. Zheng." The skinny man, who was dressed in casual clothes, stood three steps behind Zheng Ren and spoke in a clear voice.
"Hmm?" Zheng Ren turned around as the man pulled him back.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the chief surgeon of the thoracic surgery department, Bao Yunming." He bowed deeply to Zheng Ren. "Thank you for your help. On behalf of all my colleagues in the thoracic surgery department, I would like to express our sincerest gratitude."
Zheng Ren quickly stood up. He was at a loss as to what to say, but he could not say a word.
"Have a seat. I've brought two police officers here to ask about the incident so that your treatment won't be delayed," Chief Bao said politely.
The two police officers were also very polite. They shook hands with Zheng Ren and asked about the situation at the time.
The process was simple. They took notes, pressed their fingerprints, saluted solemnly when they left, and left in silence.
Chief Bao wanted to arrange a single room for Zheng Ren to recuperate in, but Zheng Ren refused.
It was just a superficial wound. Was there a need to go to such lengths? They were just being polite, but Zheng Ren could not take them seriously.
"Dr. Zheng, rest well. Let me know if you need anything," Chief Bao said before he left.
He had once encountered a police interrogation in Sea City. Fortunately, Old Chief Physician Pan had been present at the time. It was the same this time, with Chief Bao by his side.
Zheng Ren was not good at interpersonal relationships, so he continued with the IV drip after saying goodbye to Chief Bao politely.
After a long time, Su Yun said leisurely, "As long as you have a little EQ, you will be able to consolidate this gratitude. You …"
In the endless blank spaces that followed, Zheng Ren filled in all kinds of ridicule and mockery.
But it couldn't be helped. In a social situation, he really didn't know what to say.
Zheng Ren smiled. Seeing that the drip was almost done, he asked Su Yun to find a nurse to remove it.
"Twice a day. Don't forget it at night," the nurse said.
"Uh …" Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment.
"You're courting death. You're walking further and further away. I'm almost unable to catch up," Su Yun said leisurely. "Local infection, fever. Infiltration of infected tissue, involving the apex of the pleura, followed by a large area of lung infection, lung abscess, empyema. My pericardium is exhausted … "
"Stop!" Zheng Ren quickly stopped Su Yun and smiled bitterly. "I'll do the drip tonight, okay?"
"If you want to die, no one will stop you."
"…" Zheng Ren cursed inwardly. It was just a superficial wound. She made it sound like he would die if he did not take the drip.
His clothes were torn, so Su Yun borrowed a white robe for him to put on. After a while, he would go back and change into a sweater or something, and he would be able to barely cope.
When he left the thoracic surgery department, Zheng Ren saw Feng Xuhui running towards him in a panic.
"Manager Feng, where are you going?" Zheng Ren asked in surprise.
"…" Feng Xuhui took a few deep breaths. When he calmed down, he said guiltily, "Chief Zheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should have gone to the consultation room with you in the morning. Who would've thought something like this would happen? "
"Oh." Zheng Ren did not expect it to be because of this. He smiled and said, "It's not your problem."
"Your problem is my problem." Feng Xuhui was extremely annoyed.
Early in the morning, after settling Zheng Ren and Su Yun's breakfast, Feng Xuhui sent them to the consultation room and left.
However, he did not expect his WeChat Moments to be in an uproar after one or two hours.
Such a big incident was like a virus, spreading like wildfire in WeChat Moments and Weibo.
Feng Xuhui also began to ask about it after seeing it. What surprised him even more was that it had something to do with Zheng Ren!
He did not know how badly Chief Zheng was injured. Feng Xuhui tried to send Zheng Ren a WeChat message but did not get a reply.
Feng Xuhui was scared out of his wits.
He did not know that Zheng Ren was so tired that he did not hear the notification. The nurse had only opened his phone once and Zheng Ren did not even look at it. When he opened it, Zheng Ren only read the chat history in the group and did not open Feng Xuhui's interface.
Either something happened to Chief Zheng and the scientific research came to an end …
Or Chief Zheng took his anger out on him and he …
Feng Xuhui quickly asked all kinds of people, both familiar and unfamiliar, and finally found out that Zheng Ren was receiving an intravenous drip in the thoracic surgery department.
Fortunately, he stopped Zheng Ren at the door.
Seeing that Zheng Ren did not mind, he was slightly relieved.
'I must not make any more mistakes,' Feng Xuhui kept reminding himself.
"Chief Zheng, where are you going?" Feng Xuhui asked.
"Back to rest," Su Yun said.
"To the meeting," Zheng Ren said.
The two men said at the same time and looked at each other.
"Still looking for trouble?" Su Yun said coldly.
"Since I'm here, I still have to attend the meeting," Zheng Ren said.
"Tch."
Feng Xuhui was stunned. What should he do? As a newcomer in the workplace, the disagreement between Zheng Ren and Su Yun was more difficult to resolve than to climb to the sky.
"Don't worry, it's just a superficial injury. You can't just sit there and do nothing, right?" Zheng Ren patted Su Yun's shoulder to indicate that he was fine.
He lowered his head and looked like he really did not want to talk to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren did not care. It was best if Su Yun did not talk to him. Otherwise, he did not know how this sarcastic sissy would attack him.
Along the way, Su Yun's face was gloomy. He tried to control himself but finally said, "Boss Zheng, don't you want to make a phone call to let your family know that you're safe?"
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was stunned.
Something like letting an orphan know that he was safe … was too unfamiliar.
Thinking about it, Zheng Ren knew that he was wrong.
Taking out his phone, Zheng Ren first told a few people in the small group chat that he was safe — I'm fine, don't worry about me. Then, he saw a WeChat message from Old Chief Physician Pan. After opening it, he called the old man back.
He told Old Chief Physician Pan that he was fine and had only suffered a superficial injury that had been treated. Old Chief Physician Pan repeatedly reminded him to come back immediately if he was not feeling well. No matter what, being outside was not as good as being at home.
Zheng Ren's heart warmed.
After hanging up, Zheng Ren hesitated for a few seconds, holding the phone in a daze.
"We'll have to call eventually. I really don't know why you're hesitating." Su Yun was like a roundworm in Zheng Ren's stomach, knowing what he was hesitating about.
That made sense. Zheng Ren immediately felt relieved.
He dialed the number and the ringtone sounded.
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