Chapter 67 - Word Misidentification (1/2)

Zheng Ren was left alone after the ladies happily went for their meal. Finally, some peace and quiet for more revision.

He was fully aware that Rome was not built in a day.

Reading books attentively offered many advantages. For example, during his intensive training in the System, how could he have come up with various creative ideas if he lacked even the basic knowledge of surgery?

Wasting the System’s intensive training time was a crime!

In addition, Zheng Ren had a feeling that the growth in his skill trees would make intensive training more beneficial in the future. If an expert in hepatobiliary surgery went for training in gastrointestinal surgery with a strong foundation, their learning process would be ten times faster compared to junior doctors who had just graduated. It was a logical a.s.sumption.

Zheng Ren was perturbed during his revision. He thought for a while and decided that it was likely because he had not gone for a ward round in the emergency department after visiting the wards.

‘Better just go and have a look, so that I don’t have to keep worrying about it.’

After ensuring that the patients in the wards were alright, Zheng Ren went downstairs to the emergency department. If all the patients’ conditions were stable, he could then return to his office and concentrate on his revision.

He was greeted with a flurry of activity upon reaching the emergency department corridor.

Unconscious drunkards who had been binge-drinking in the middle of the day were currently receiving gastric lavage. There were parents bringing their children, who were playing truant and pretending sickness, for consultations. People involved in minor traffic accidents were unwilling to relent and came to the emergency department to pursue their grievances.

Zheng Ren had gotten used to it after constantly experiencing these situations throughout his career.

There was a suppressed, despairing weep at one corner of the corridor, unlike the kind of theatrical wailing with a complete absence of tears.

Huh? What had happened? In general, patients visiting the emergency department were critically ill. Since their conditions were usually unexpected, the family members would express their emotions in a relatively straightforward way instead of letting out such a sob.

Zheng Ren walked toward the source and felt even more puzzled.

Everything looked fine. A family of three was hugging each other and crying sorrowfully as if one of them was going to depart this life.

“Girl, you’ve to take care of your mother when I’m gone,” said a dark-skinned man, who appeared mature and hardworking, with dust and mud smeared across his body.

Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be in his fifties, but Zheng Ren read through the details on the upper right corner of his vision and realized that he was only forty-two years old.

They were most likely farmers from a remote village.

A swarthy lady knelt on the floor and sniveled alongside a middle-aged woman opposite her. Pearl-shaped tears rolled down their cheeks one after another with no sign of stopping.

“Dad, you’re going to be fine. Nothing bad will happen to you.”

“It’s okay. I don’t recognize many words but I can still understand them. I initially thought it was just a minor illness but I didn’t expect it to be cancer. Girl, as older generations once said, life and death are fated. I’m not going to blame fate, but I just regret leaving this world without seeing your marriage and my grandchildren in my lifetime.”

The more he spoke, the sadder he became. In the end, he choked up and words failed to leave his mouth.

Different characters would have distinct behaviours in a life-and-death situation.

However, this time… It was definitely the most absurd situation Zheng Ren had ever encountered in his life.

He quickly walked toward the family and tried to make his voice as gentle as possible so that he would not accidentally irritate the “terminally ill” patient.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Zheng Ren.

“Huh?” The middle-aged man raised his head and saw Zheng Ren wearing green hospital attire underneath a white coat, unlike the other doctors he had seen previously. Thus, he presumed that Zheng Ren had a much higher rank than them.

“Doctor, please save my father.” The girl noticed Zheng Ren and immediately stood up.

Wow… The teenage girl aged around eighteen years old actually stood at 180 centimeters, which made Zheng Ren look extremely short…’What do the ladies eat nowadays? They’re so tall!’ Zheng Ren complained in silence.

The girl bowed deeply, trying her very best to convey her hope.

“Stand up and talk,” Zheng Ren replied with a smile, “Your father is fine.”

“He has cancer.” The girl’s complexion was ashen-grey with despair.

Zheng Ren shook his head and took the outpatient medical record from her hands. The details had been written very clearly and the diagnosis was exactly the same as the System provided—right inguinal hernia.

“This is a hernia, not cancer.” Zheng Ren’s mind went offline instantly.

“It was written here,” The girl pointed at the word “hernia” in the final diagnosis and said, “This is cancer[1]. Doctor, can you save my father?”

Her eyes were lucid and crystal clear like limpid spring water in a mountain valley.