Chapter 49 (1/2)

Chapter 49: Vicissitudes of Life

Zheng Ren hurried back to the emergency department and saw Old Chief Physician Pan chatting with someone in the hall. They seemed very happy and laughed heartily from time to time.

That person looked familiar, but who was it?

It was practically impossible for Zheng Ren, who had late-stage face blindness cancer, to remember anyone unless he met that person every day.

This was a fact even if he had an IQ of over 150 or a photographic memory.

It was undoubtedly a SS difficulty rank to ask someone with face blindness to posthumously identify a stranger with whom he had met only a few times.

“Chief Physician Pan, I’ve returned,” said Zheng Ren as he approached them.

“Old San was looking for you and said that he wanted to thank you, so get off work, have your dinner and rest up at home,” replied Old Chief Physician Pan.

Zheng Ren finally got a clearer look at the visitor and Old Chief Physician Pan’s words reminded him of the man’s ident.i.ty. He was the butler of the richest man in Sea City—Elder San.

Why would Chief Physician Pan address Elder San as Old San? Zheng Ren could not figure out their relations.h.i.+p.

“Elder San, we meet again.” The corners of Zheng Ren’s lips curled up gently and elegantly.

“Doctor Zheng, you’ve done extraordinary work despite your young age. Very impressive indeed,” Elder San complimented.

“Let’s not stand on ceremony here.” Old Chief Physician Pan waved his hand and stopped their small talk authoritatively. “The hallway is full of hospital beds, so I’m not going to invite both of you to my office. I heard Zheng Ren was unconscious due to hypoglycemia just now. Old San, take him to dinner quickly. I’m warning you, if anyone dares to force him to drink, I’ll trouble you tomorrow.”

Elder San smiled and waved his hand to a.s.sure Old Chief Physician Pan that this would not happen.

“Chief Physician Pan, how about the patients…” Zheng Ren was worried about any unforeseen event that could happen to the hundreds of patients with nitrite poisoning.

That was usually the case for anyone working in the medical field. Even the most skilled doctors could not prevent an accident from happening.

They were saved, but who could guarantee that there would not be any liver or kidney failure? Who could ensure that the profound circulatory shock secondary to nitrite poisoning would not cause any complications?

“Do you think that the hospital will stop operating in your absence?” Despite the rebuke, Old Chief Physician Pan’s gaze was full of kindness as if he was staring at his youngest and most beloved son. “I permit you to shut down and sleep tonight. I won’t look for you even if the sky collapses.”

Zheng Ren nodded in response.

Every doctor—be they junior doctor, experienced senior attending doctor, and those who did not have the luxury to return home such as chief residents, deputy chief consultants and senior consultants—would have their cell phones on all the time.

If their phone rang in the middle of the night and the call was from the hospital, their adrenaline would soar immediately before the call was even answered. Having a lie-in and waking up on the wrong side of the bed were atypical of them.

It was just like how Sea City General Hospital mobilized every single person it could to join the huge rescue operation today. Hundreds of patients were waiting to be saved, and a lot of medical staff had to work together to achieve that goal.

If they were relying on Zheng Ren alone… Most of the patients would have gone cold.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.

“Doctor Zheng, this way, please.” Elder San’s words and mannerisms were tailor-made to make others comfortable and warm.

After bidding farewell to Old Chief Physician Pan, Zheng Ren and Elder San left the emergency department.

There was a black limousine parked in front at the main entrance. However, Zheng Ren had not studied luxury vehicles before, so its manufacturer and degree of grandeur remained a mystery to him.

An honest-looking chauffeur in a suit and bow tie opened the car door and invited them into the car with a slight bow.

Zheng Ren noticed that the doors were hinged at the rear and opened outwards in opposite directions, unlike ordinary family cars or SUVs that had conventional doors which opened in the same direction.

After Zheng Ren entered the car and spoke with Elder San for a while, an overwhelming fatigue consumed his body.

The human body was not made of steel after all.

His body had automatically secreted adrenaline during the resuscitation process, which made him forget his exhaustion and hunger, but all of them came back with greater intensity once everything had been resolved. The only thing Zheng Ren wanted to do right now was to lie in bed and get a good night’s sleep.

Even a luxury vehicle could not escape traffic congestion when night fell.

Almost half an hour later, the black limousine finally reached the entrance of an simple, plain-looking and small courtyard.

There was a black, sumptuous signboard on the lintel with four quaint and unsophisticated words written on it—Red Clay Small Pavilion.

Two servants at the entrance opened the car door and escorted both Zheng Ren and Elder San into the courtyard in silence.

The soft susurration of a stream flowed through a rock garden of a small courtyard, creating an illusion of a corner of paradise in the bustling city.

However, Zheng Ren showed no interest in these unique designs as he lacked a single artistic cell in his body.