"Let's go and have a cigarette." Su Yun smiled.

This kind of housework can't help. It's good to hear Zhou Chunyong's son's angry speech, rather than dying. It's good for white haired people to send black haired people.

Zheng Ren nodded, then shook his head and said, "director Zhou is busy."

"When I was a child, my father hung me up and beat me three times. Each time, I broke a leather belt." Su yundao.

When they went outside, Su Yun took out his cigarette box, shook his wrist gently, and a cigarette jumped out.

When he was about to fly out of the cigarette box, he held it gently with his fingers and sent it to Zheng Ren's mouth. Then he shook out another cigarette and grabbed it by himself.

Lit, the two took a breath, the smoke swirled, Zheng Renxin read a move, and the facial muscles twisted.

Su Yun felt strange and frowned.

A thick smoke circle spits out from Zheng Ren's mouth, and there is no smoke nearby.

The smoke circle floated for a few seconds, and the width was 10cm in diameter, so it would not change.

"Boss, do you use this as a physical model of turbulence?" Su Yun saw Zheng Ren's intention and smiled contemptuously.

"It's just practice, otherwise Ming is a little confused when talking to Dr. Olsen." Zheng Ren looked at the smoke circle in front of him and said faintly.

"Do you guess Lao Zhou will beat his son?" Su Yun had no interest in turbulence and turned the topic back.

Zheng Ren is a little distressed.

I have never been beaten since I was a child. Now when I think about it, I envy Su Yun.

"No." Zheng Ren said: "director Zhou is like that. I guess he is used to his son. It's impossible to beat him to death."

"If you don't fight, the child will really waste his life." Su Yun said.

"People, it's all life." Zheng Ren casually sat on the steps outside the fire passage of the emergency department and looked at the sky of the imperial capital.

And the night sky in the desert.

But it looks very different. There are no bright stars in the sky, only the lights flicker and fish and dragon dance all night.

People, too.

Zheng Ren was speechless when he thought of the rumor that Zhou Chunyong was fierce when he was young and chased his colleagues with a kitchen knife and the look of panic and helplessness when he spoiled his son.

"If you want me to say, wash your stomach directly." Su Yun raised his eyebrows like a knife. "Wash it ten or eight times. It's really worse than death."

"Well, I don't like this way of threatening my parents with death. Two more secondary schools pay back their parents with flesh and blood. Since then, they don't owe? Bullshit."

"It's good to be big, but make sure you can grow up." Su Yun said, it seems that he has a deep understanding.

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded, "director Zhou has encountered a barrier. If he can't get through it, it's estimated that he'll spend it."

If his son dies, Zhou Chunyong won't argue with Zhu Liangchen. It's hard to say whether he can live or not.

The young lost their father, the middle-aged lost their wife, and the old lost their son

These things.

After smoking, Zheng Ren flicked out the cigarette end and threw it into the dustbin.

"Go back and have a look."

It's been a few minutes. I guess there's a result on that side. Zheng Ren can't help such a thing if he wants to help.

Su Yun smiled and said nothing.

When they returned to the door of the emergency room, they saw Zhou Chunyong angry and talking loudly to his son.

His son stuck his neck and looked angry.

"Boss, when you said director Zhou was young, would it be the same?" Su Yun suddenly asked.

Don't say, it's really possible.

But Zheng Ren didn't speak. Zhou Chunyong still respected himself. He stabbed him in the back. Zheng Ren felt that he was still not authentic.

"You must be honest with me!" Zhou Chunyong's roar came out.

His son's hands were tied by the bed, and a nurse was sweating to insert a gastric tube.

But his son kept struggling and kicked his feet.

"I'll die here today! If you don't let me watch cartoons or bear, I'll die in front of you."

"Shit!" Zhou Chunyong's forehead vein is angry. When his right hand is lifted up, he will slap his son.

His son was not afraid at all. He tried to raise his neck and looked at Zhou Chunyong with childish eyes.

Hands stagnated in mid air and finally fell down.

Zhou Chunyong turned around and left.

"Director Zhou, calm down, child." Zheng Ren hurriedly advised.

"..." Zhou Chunyong's face was very ugly, iron blue, and depression seemed to have overflowed.

"Pain... Easy..." in embarrassment, a young man limped over at one end of the corridor, supported by two people of the same age.

Zheng Ren didn't know what to say to Zhou Chunyong, so he went back to see the patient.

The diagnosis of the system panel... Made Zheng Ren laugh and cry.

Urethral foreign body.

This is not enjoyable. I stimulated the urethra with things like toothpicks. As a result, I worked hard and couldn't take it out.

Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.

Tell me, isn't this a problem for the emergency department?

Good study, work, find a girlfriend how good, need this?

But then again, girlfriends can't give the stimulation of urethral foreign bodies.

Zhou Litao was called out by a young man from the rescue room. He glanced and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Doctor, i..." the patient blushed, "I don't... that what, then think that what, finally that what."

"Oh, I'll give you that, and you'll do that." Zhou Litao said coldly.

"What?"

"What else do you know to ask?" Zhou Litao said, "you don't understand?"

The young man was robbed and bowed his head.

"What's in it?" Zhou Litao was not difficult for him, and then asked.

"Refill."

Zhou Litao had no expression and said, "wait for me in the disposal room."

They helped the patient to the disposal room.

"President Zhou, you are very busy on the night shift." Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

"Alas, boss Zheng, you are not free." Zhou Litao sighed, "if you have nothing to do, you can take your girlfriend to the park. Did you add Taiwan at the weekend?"

"No, I just came back from the desert in Inner Mongolia. I went to see the stars after throwing a knife." Zheng Rendao.

"..." Zhou Litao, without expression, brushed past Zheng Ren and went directly to the disposal room.

Zheng renleng.

"Boss, hospitalization is always difficult enough. Hospitalization in the emergency department is always more difficult. Don't sprinkle salt on people's wounds, will you?" Su Yun said with a smile.

"Er..."

"The chief inpatient in the emergency department, where to find a girlfriend."

"No, I'm good with little Yi in the emergency department." Zheng Ren can't feel it.

"...." Su Yun scolded in his heart. It was your old man who saved the galaxy in his last life, okay!

Soon, there was a pig like scream in the disposal room.

Zhou Chunyong's son was making trouble. His face changed and he was stunned.