Chapter 98 - The Kind-Hearted Ones are Tender (1/2)

The snow outside was not too heavy, but the ground was frozen solid. It was too hazardous for riders to be delivering meals. It was going to be a hungry day for all homebodies.

Xie Yiren let out a whine from the operating room. Her mood instantly worsened as her hopes for good food were dashed.

Zheng Ren chuckled. Luckily, he was not a food connoisseur. He was not hungry and planned to swing by the cafeteria for a simple dinner when he had the time.

He left the operating room and headed to the emergency department ward on the second floor. As he entered the office, he saw Chang Yue standing before the window, watching the snow fall.

He had wanted her to follow him on his rounds but she appeared to be occupied. Zheng Ren decided that he could spare a few minutes.

Women had more appreciation for romance and Chang Yue was not an exception.

He went to his table and was about to sit when he noticed Chang Yue’s face.

The corner of her eye seemed a bit damp.

“Chang Yue, what’s wrong?” Zheng Ren asked.

“Nothing.” She turned around to face him and the dampness was gone. Chang Yue had the usual expression that he was familiar with.

“If there’s something wrong, you can talk about it. Help might come from where you least expect it,” Zheng Ren said casually. He was already seated at his table with the medical book, Sciences of Hepatopancreatobilliary, open.

It was an informal inquiry. It would be awkward to not converse when they were face-to-face.

Chang Yue’s resolve wavered, and she sat across Zheng Ren with a grave expression.

Hmm… Was she going to complain about Su Yun? From what he knew, Chang Yue was the one who made Su Yun pa.s.s out drunk, not the other way around.

Zheng Ren wondered.

“Let me tell you something, Chief Zheng. See if you can solve it,” Chang Yue said.

Zheng Ren tasted a mild bitterness in his throat. This was not going to be a happy thing.

“The patient with gangrenous appendicitis; I’ve gone through his medical records. He never said much about his past but I deduced that he was once in the army,” Chang Yue said.

Zheng Ren’s eyes left the pages of his book. He listened attentively.

“He doesn’t have much money. He was working as a laborer in the construction industry, moving ceramic tiles and all that. The site elevator was not working and he had to lug those tiles up 16 floors. When it came to payment, the owner claimed some of the tiles were broken and wanted him to pay for it. A few rounds of back-and-forth later, the owner suddenly fell to the ground and claimed that he hit him,” Chang Yue said in a quiet voice that trembled.

The world was a cruel place. From the man’s build, his army background was more than likely. Before sickness took him, he had to have been a fearsome one. Zheng Ren let out a sigh.

If the man wanted to, Zheng Ren believed he could have seriously injured the owner with a single punch.

“In the end, he did not get paid and had to compensate the owner,” Chang Yue continued, “He spent some time homeless and that was when he felt the pain in his abdomen. He fainted and was brought to the hospital by Yanzhi.”

‘So that was the story,’ Zheng Ren thought.

The man had a remarkable body. They had noted his speedy recovery during postsurgical monitoring and his body did not show the usual signs of heating up.

The latter cases usually indicated that the patient had a very weak immune system or extremely fast recovery.

“Right, has he pa.s.sed gas and started eating?” Zheng Ren asked.

He had been so caught up with emergency surgeries that he had left Chang Yue with all postoperative follow-ups.

“The patient pa.s.sed gas four hours after the surgery completion. We gave him 1000ml of Dextrose 10. At noon, I ordered him a bowl of porridge with pickled vegetables.”

Zheng Ren smiled at that. Truly, the kind-hearted ones were tender.

“What did you want to ask me?”

Chang Yue was embarra.s.sed as she said, “He seems like a good guy. I don’t know many people, so I wondered if Chief Zheng could help get him a job?”

Chang Yue was a saint.

In the medical field, one was used to witnessing life and death. A soft heart would not survive.