The Surgeon's Studio

[This is my fault. When do you need it?]

[At the latest, December 9th. Is that too soon, Sister Lin?]

Zheng Ren moved the time forward by one day. He estimated that Shunfeng would arrive soon but he still needed some time to prepare.

[Okay, I’ll put the sending address to your department. Is it convenient?]

[Yes.]

[Then just wait for it to be received. Let’s not talk for now. I’ll go prepare something.]

After putting down his phone, Zheng Ren realized that he had not asked Lin Jiaojiao how much it would cost.

He had forgotten. Zheng Ren felt a little awkward.

However, after thinking about it, how much could such a small tube of lipstick cost? It was only about a hundred yuan. It was not a big deal.

After arranging something, Zheng Ren relaxed.

No matter how hard Su Yun and the others tried, he was still very relieved that he had a gift in hand.

The warm winter sun shone on their bodies. There was no cold and biting wind, making them feel relaxed.

Zheng Ren was holding a book in his hand but had actually entered the System’s library to read the periodicals.

The day was very calm. Zheng Ren went to the emergency department twice in his free time. The weather was cold, and there were fewer injuries and accidents. The emergency department was a little quiet.

A day passed just like that.

That was good.

It would be great if it could be like this every day.

Zheng Ren invited Little Yiren for dinner. Little Yiren said that she was preparing an engagement party for Ji Fei’er. She asked Zheng Ren if he wanted to come along with her.

Su Yun and the others did not want Zheng Ren to go. After all, someone had to be on duty at the hospital. Besides, Zheng Ren did not want to go either. He always felt that Little Yuren’s mood would be a little strange when she was busy and she would be a bit more guarded.

Perhaps it was because of Department Chief Kong’s provocation that the night shift god had exhausted all his divine powers. The night shift was also very quiet, with him not even having to settle an appendicitis.

The days passed peacefully. Zheng Ren finally found a lot of time to sneak into the System’s library and read the periodicals to his heart’s content.

He realized that his memory had increased compared to before. It was difficult to determine by exactly how much since, after all, the System had not digitized his body so he could only make a rough estimate.

The books he had read were still vivid in his mind, and he did not even need to think about any life and death emergencies.

On the 8th, the clouds were thick and the north wind was getting stronger and stronger. It blew so hard that the closed windows were rattling.

Everyone was busy. After the terrifying night shift, the patients with appendicitis and cholecystitis had been quiet for three days after receiving antibiotics, and there were already patients who wanted to be discharged automatically.

Zheng Ren was still reading periodicals and magazines.

Su Yun had not been seen for the past two days. It was said that he was busy. Zheng Ren felt very helpless about that. It seemed that he was also the one who was going to be sent off.

However, these things were not as important to Zheng Ren as reading periodicals and magazines.

He occasionally recalled the matter of the System mission. If the research center was established, would he be able to complete the mission within a month?

Thinking of the massive amount of surgical training time and the System that rarely issued missions, Zheng Ren remembered that if he had surgical training time, he must not waste it.

Regarding why the System seemed to be issuing him fewer missions lately, Zheng Ren found it hard to understand.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren was reading in the System’s library when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and saw that it was the emergency department. Zheng Ren’s blood pressure immediately rose.

“Hello.”

“Chief Zheng, there’s a patient. Please come down and take a look.”

“What illness?” Zheng Ren heard that the voice was not very anxious, so he calmed down. However, he immediately felt puzzled. The physician who called him seemed a little…angry?

“I suspect domestic violence! The child is covered in injuries!” The physician lowered her voice and said.

Zheng Ren frowned as he hung up the phone and walked straight to the emergency department.

Domestic violence, beating, and scolding children. These kinds of things became extremely rare as the situation of one child per family became normal.

At least in the years Zheng Ren had been a doctor, he had not encountered a single case of domestic violence for the time being.

As for adults such as the middle-aged female patient who had a few steel needles inserted into her brain, Zheng Ren had an impression that such things were cases from the past.

Domestic violence? Abuse? Zheng Ren pondered about it for a long time as he quickly walked all the way to the emergency department.

There were not many patients in the emergency department. It was the emergency department’s ‘depression’ period.

A woman in her thirties was sitting on a red hard plastic chair in the corridor. She was hugging a seven or eight-year-old child tightly in her arms.

The child struggled with all his might. His ten fingers were covered in scars. There were old wounds and fresh ones that had not completely healed. There were even faint traces of blood.

His face was also covered in wounds. They were densely packed, like a spider web that covered his face. His lips were bitten and a line of blood hung on from his face. It was an extremely sad sight to behold.

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the child’s appearance, it definitely did look like a case of domestic violence.

However, the System did not think so. The background color given by the system panel was a serious illness, bright red.

The diagnosis was—Lesch-Nyhan syndrome.

What the hell, how could it be that sort of illness! Zheng Ren’s eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

The emergency physician did not sit in the consultation room. Instead, she stood coldly not far away. Her eyes were filled with hostility as she looked at the child’s parents.

When she saw Zheng Ren, she immediately trotted to Zheng Ren’s side and whispered, “Chief Zheng, call the police.”

Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed.

“Chief Zheng!” The physician was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren’s performance.

After a few months of getting along, the doctors in the emergency department had already acknowledged Zheng Ren’s skill level. They were willing to call him Chief Zheng.

However, in the emergency physician’s eyes, this matter was a sign that Zheng Ren did not want to take responsibility and was trying to avoid causing trouble.

In the emergency department, it was very common for couples to fight and neighbors to quarrel.

The emergency physicians also rarely went to the police.

It was the most common thing for couples to quarrel at the patient’s bedside. Zheng Ren also encountered a case where the husband used a kitchen knife to cut his wife’s back, making a 20cm long wound that cut deep into the muscle.

The victim did not call the police and was persuaded by his husband. After staying quiet for three to five days, he was automatically discharged with antibiotics.

However, he was an adult and had the ability to act on his own.

In front of him was a seven to eight-year-old child. The child was drooling and looked like he was suffering from dementia.

That was because the child was suffering from dementia and had low intelligence. The parents wanted to abuse the dead child so that they would not be burdened. That was the judgment of the emergency physician and she firmly believed it.

“Chief Zheng!” She was very dissatisfied with Zheng Ren’s reaction and called out again in a low voice. Her words contained endless dissatisfaction and anger.

“It’s not what you think.” Zheng ren sighed and said, “I’ll go and ask for the medical history. Please go and order a serum uric acid test for the child.”

“Huh?” The emergency physician was stunned.

Serum uric acid was the basis for the diagnosis of rheumatism. The child in front of him was injured and severely abused. What did it have to do with rheumatism?

Could it be that Chief Zheng had been too busy these few days?