Chapter 1200

"Huh?!" Zheng Renhuo stood up.

“ICU，MD！” Su Yun scolded fiercely, and his anger could be felt across the phone.

"What do you eat!" Zheng Ren rarely scolded, "is Chang Yue okay?"

"Nothing." Su Yun said bitterly.

"I'll go right away." Zheng Ren then hung up.

"Lao Liu, I'll go up and have a look. You stay and watch the house." Zheng Ren said, people have rushed out.

Out of the door, Zheng Ren calmed down instead. He didn't take the fire escape and climbed to the ICU. Although climbing more than ten floors is not a big deal for him, after all, he is a man who carries dozens of kilograms of lead clothes for three days and three nights of surgery. His body is strong and heinous.

Rushing up like this can only lead to more fierce conflicts, not solve problems, Zheng Ren knows. Just calm down and think about what happened. Chang Yue is fine. Su Yun is still there. Zheng Ren can't control others for the time being.

Wait for the elevator. There are a lot of people.

The bustling world is noisy and full of vitality. Zheng Ren gradually calmed down and recalled a series of things. He felt that only the patient's father might do something to Director Zhang.

Director Zhang tried to have an operation, but the patient's father didn't think so. This is the most reasonable explanation.

When I got on the elevator, it was crowded with people, and the elevator room was filled with the smell of sweat. Although it was noisy, Zheng Ren gradually calmed down in his popularity.

When he came to ICU, Zheng Renjian's corridor was full of people.

The security guard is keeping order, and the spectators are crowded. Zheng Ren is also very helpless. He doesn't know where these passers-by come from. This is a deep-rooted habit, even in hospitals. Where there is excitement, they come faster than the Lord.

Relying on his strength, Zheng Ren squeezed in directly.

To avoid the elderly, Zheng Ren doesn't want any more moths. This day by day is enough to worry people.

The security guard is maintaining a fragile peace. Director Zhang sits on the chair in the explanation room, covering his head with his hands, and there is blood flowing out of his fingers.

Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed and a murderous spirit spread out.

Su Yun stood in front of Chang Yue. Chang Yue pulled his arm and kept him from rushing.

"Director Zhang, how are you?" Zheng Ren hurriedly strode over and asked in a deep voice. There is nothing wrong with the system panel. The diagnosis is head trauma. It is estimated that it is scalp laceration, as long as there is no intracranial hemorrhage.

"Nothing, just a touch, skin injury." Director Zhang Lin said.

"What's going on?" Zheng Ren asked.

"The fortune teller found at home said it was..." Su Yun glared at the man opposite. Zheng Renshun looked at him and saw that he was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was thin, but he also looked immortal.

There is a red spot on the wrist, like a butterfly, very beautiful, like a girl's tattoo. Anyone would have looked more if he hadn't seen it on such an occasion.

His fingers were pale, bloodless. This kind of white gives people the illusion of full Yin Qi.

"It's him. He said that the two sons couldn't protect the family from committing any ghost. If the insurance was forced, the whole family would be in bad luck in the future. Finally, the family broke down and died, and there was no place to bury." Su Yun said coldly.

Zheng Ren looked at the "master", and the system panel showed medium red, marked with a strange diagnosis - autoimmune insulin receptor disease.

The disease... His mind was frantically searching for relevant information.

"And then?" Zheng Ren asked as he pondered over his condition.

At this time, he was not in the mood for treatment. The clay figurine was also three-thirds earthy. He was honest and honest, just like Zheng Ren. This time, he was angered.

"Master? That little doctor is the master." In the bustling crowd, the beard said proudly.

"That's a doctor, not a master." Someone nearby refuted.

"What do you know? I brought my wife to see a doctor. People even knew what was wrong before. I didn't say a word. Anyway, whether you believe it or not, I believe it." The beard has become a little fan of Zheng Ren, said in a muffled voice.

The man in his thirties was dressed in cloth and looked dusty. When he heard the words on his beard, his face tightened slightly. Then he arched his hands and said with a smile, "how dare you ask my brother's name?"

"Man, did you fight?" Zheng Ren asked coldly.

"No." The man said with a smile. His voice was nice and his appearance was quite good. "It's all destiny. If you try to intervene, there will be..."

"You deserve it!" Zheng Ren roared, like a blast of thunder, buzzing. The people around him were startled, and many faces turned white.

Zheng Ren took a step forward. Although he was not a soldier, the military spirit of seeing through life and death during the earthquake relief burst out, just like a mountain.

"You're going to die on the street, do you know? Have the face to say fate here?" Zheng Ren shouted.

"You..." the man was stunned. Zheng Ren was dressed in white and his body was like a mountain. It was expected that he would reason or fight, but none of this happened. He said he was going to die!

Fortune tellers have a keen intuition. This is not a street quarrel, but a golden word that breaks people's life and death!

The man's fingers were pale and trembled slightly, pointing to Zheng Ren.

Suddenly, the fingers changed from pale to bright red, and the whole person began to twitch and shake, and then fell to the ground and kept convulsing.

"Look, look, what did I say?" The onlookers looked silly and said triumphantly, "boss Zheng is the master. What you say is what you say! That man must have been hit by something. Dare to provoke the master. Isn't it death? Roar out at the top of his voice and kill him!"

"Er..." the people around me could say two words just now, but now they can't say a word and look at it.

Su Yun also stood behind Zheng Ren in amazement. He was half relieved of his white clothes. It seemed that he was ready to tear off his white clothes and rush up to fight at any time. Although the number of the other party is large, Su Yun is not afraid.

Is Zhuge Liang scolding the dead king situ?

The boss said so two words, how did he fall down? Touch porcelain.

Chang Yue was also stunned. The big eyelids behind her glasses kept clicking and looked confused.

The patient's father panicked.

Originally, he believed in the "master", but how did he fall down after being scolded by the young doctor?

It's a little louder, but it's not.

He also heard the voices of people with beards in the nearby crowd. He was very nervous.

I'm afraid the master I found is fake. It's true to be caught by something dirty. Now someone has broken the Dharma. This is

Did you unknowingly offend a Heavenly Master?

For a moment, he was sweating. He trembled and wanted to come forward to speak. He stumbled and knelt in front of Zheng Ren on one knee.