Chapter 112 - A Spoiled Child (1/2)

The rest of the morning was uneventful.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren received a call about a patient in the emergency department that required his attention.

He rushed to the emergency department. The patient awaiting him for consultation was a middle-aged woman with a provisional diagnosis of acute appendicitis.

The System confirmed the diagnosis.

There was nothing left to do but to admit her to the ward. Whether she would undergo emergency surgery tonight, or do so tomorrow to ensure sufficient fasting, her medical history had to be taken before any decision could be made.

Zheng Ren instructed a nurse to bring in a wheelchair to send the patient to the emergency ward.

The patient was curled up on the bed, unescorted, in the general surgery consultation room. She seemed pitiful, having to seek surgical treatment alone.

Zheng Ren a.s.sisted the nurse by gently transferring the patient to the wheelchair and pus.h.i.+ng her out of the consultation room.

Even though Su Yun was tagging along throughout the process, he watched them coldly without lending a hand.

Zheng Ren had no desire to understand Su Yun’s personality and why he was indifferent to certain patients.

The brat’s psychological trauma was untreatable via surgery, so there was nothing he could or would bother to do to remove the old scar.

“Little Heng, Little Heng…” exclaimed the middle-aged woman repeatedly in the wheelchair, the agony in her soft voice clearly detectable.

‘That must be her son’s name,’ Zheng Ren guessed.

Sea City had gradually declined, with a popular saying going, “Investment does not go beyond Shanhaiguan Pa.s.s”. Youngsters with the capability to do so preferred to move to the South nowadays.

After all, there were higher salaries and more business opportunities for a better future there.

This middle-aged woman’s son was probably working, which would explain why she was alone despite having acute appendicitis.

“Where are you guys taking my mom?” Before Zheng Ren rounded the corner with the wheelchair, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

Huh? Zheng Ren froze immediately.

The patient’s family was actually here? Was he Little Heng? Why did he not respond when his name had been called out repeatedly?

A pale-looking young man in his twenties approached them with his gaze fixed on his phone. The only time he raised his head was to check where he was going, which was done very briefly as he quickly refocused on his phone, fingers continuously flying across the screen.

“…” Zheng Ren could feel something huge and heavy, like a big stone, pressing on his chest. ‘Wow, this kid is really immersed in his phone.’

“Who are you?” asked Zheng Ren.

A few seconds later, the young man replied, “I’m her son.”

No eye contact.

Was he playing games? Zheng Ren was aware of currently popular mobile games such as Honor of Kings and PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, but he had never tried any of them.

During his free time, he would revise or refill his batteries by reading web fiction for a while, but playing games to pa.s.s the time never crossed his mind.

“Your mother has acute appendicitis and requires surgery,” Zheng Ren explained as he continued on his way to the emergency ward.

This was merely a habit of his. After all, returning to the ward in silence with the patient’s family was extremely awkward.

“Okay,” replied the young man casually. His eyes were still glued to the phone, and it was unclear if he had heard whatever Zheng Ren had just said.

“When was her last meal and drink?” questioned Zheng Ren.

There was silence for at least ten seconds; the man seemed to realize that Zheng Ren had asked a question only upon reaching the elevator. “What did you say just now?”

“…” Zheng Ren grumbled internally.

He had encountered various kinds of f*cked up patients and family members. Although this was not an endangered or protected species, it was also a rarity.

“When was your mother’s last meal and drink?” Zheng Ren repeated.

“How am I supposed to know? Ask her yourself.” The young man hesitated upon seeing the elevator and asked, “I’m going to take the stairs. Which floor are we going to?”