Chapter 59: The Battle of the Silk Banners The next day, Chen Song’s silk banner…
The next day, news of Sheng Zimo snatching Chen Song's banner spread like wildfire throughout the hospital. Sheng Zimo's involvement in the affair between Sheng Yuanjun and Cai Min became a hot topic among the medical staff during their downtime.
Chen Song heard a lot. At first, people felt sorry for Chen Song and many came to comfort him, but Chen Song's face remained calm and indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Therefore, while people curse and despise Sheng Zimo and others, they are also disgusted by Chen Song's inhumanity. He is like a cold-blooded machine that only knows how to work, without any emotions.
The reason was simply that their concern did not receive positive emotional feedback from Chen Song, so they became dissatisfied and cursed both sides.
This is human nature, this is society. Those who cannot please and cater to the crowd will only be isolated by society.
Chen Song was uninterested in social interaction, simply wanting to do his part, regardless of rumors. Having witnessed many deaths and deaths, he knew that anything else was as light as a feather in the face of life itself.
After a busy morning, Chen Song finally found time to take Ye Wenzhou and Dong Jingming to lunch. Two nurses in front of the three people in the cafeteria line were discussing the silk banner incident, and Ye Wenzhou, enraged, couldn't help but join in the fray.
"Damn it, a beast like Sheng Zimo doesn't deserve to be a doctor!"
The two female nurses turned around in fright, and when they saw Chen Song, they immediately shut their mouths, smiled awkwardly to apologize, turned back, quickly prepared the food, and left.
"Don't be so excited. You've scared people away." Dong Jingming pushed him up to serve the food.
"Really? Am I really that emotional? Seriously? I'm just speaking the truth and expressing my true feelings."
"Yes, yes, stop talking. Go get the food first. If you don't, let Doctor Chen serve first."
Chen Song said, "It's okay, you guys fight first."
Ye Wenzhou took one look at the food on the stall and immediately lost his appetite: "Why don't we just order takeout? This is not food for human consumption. Why are you getting more and more perfunctory? What's the point, uncles? The pigs in the farms eat better than us."
The old lady serving the food glared at him and chattered in dialect. Ye Wenzhou felt that she was very emotional and could not understand what she said.
When Ye Wenzhou was born, his grandparents were no longer around. His parents and relatives all spoke Mandarin, and he could occasionally understand a few words in dialect, but the whole thing was too difficult for him.
"Is he scolding me?" Ye Wenzhou's momentum was a little weak.
Chen Song understood the general meaning, and Dong Jingming understood it all.
Dong Jingming nodded: "The scolding was very unpleasant."
Although there were no older generations in Ye Wenzhou's family, his parents always wanted him to respect them, so he immediately asked his grandmother to serve him a few dishes in a nice tone and ran away.
"I'll go find a seat first!"
After the two of them finished serving the food, Ye Wenzhou called them, and they followed the sound and sat down.
"What? Are your eyes bad?" Dong Jingming thought Ye Wenzhou's winking expression was really funny. When he just walked here, he had already seen Sheng Zimo behind him.
Ye Wenzhou said, "Why did that idiot come to the cafeteria to eat today? Doesn't his mother usually bring him food? Damn, don't you dare say how exciting that was. One time, I ordered takeout, and when I went to the front desk to pick it up, the old witch happened to come down and bump into his mother. The scene was so explosive, and a bunch of people were watching the show! The old witch even talked about Sheng Zimo with his mother like nothing happened, and even helped her bring lunch boxes. Oh my God, it was really miserable!"
"Ahem." Dong Jingming kicked him under the table and winked at him, "Stop talking."
"Why did you kick me? I was just talking so enthusiastically!" Ye Wenzhou buried his head in the food leaves on the plate, as if that was the person who disgusted him, and did not notice Dong Jingming's eyes at all. "Do you think Sheng Zimo is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? I really can't believe that the whole hospital knows about the mess between his father and the old witch, but he doesn't know and is still accepting the road paved for him by the old witch with peace of mind. Disgusting..."
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Ye Wenzhou was hit on the head by the iron plate. The iron plate fell to the ground with a clang, and the leftovers poured down on Ye Wenzhou's head.
The three people at the table were all stunned. Before they could react, Sheng Zimo's scolding came crashing down on them.
"Who the hell are you talking about? You're a piece of shit! You lousy intern, you dare to yell at me? Your dad's just a chef! I paid money to send your mother, an uneducated piece of shit, in here, and instead of being grateful and thanking God to keep your tail between your legs, you still dare to gossip like a gossipmonger. Go home, you son of a dead man!"
"Fuck!" Ye Wenzhou wiped the foul soup off his face, slammed the table, and rushed towards Sheng Zimo. "I'm talking about you, the fucking bastard! I'm talking about you, a bunch of bastards! You kicked your mother's belly open to escape, grew up drinking her blood and eating her flesh, and now you're following your stinking, stinking, and slutty father, hooking up with that low-life witch out there! You're worse than pigs and dogs! Your mother worked so hard for you two like a cow and a horse! Sooner or later, you two will be punished by God!"
The battle was about to break out! The two men grappled with each other, shouting curses that were unbearable to the ears, their anger growing more and more intense. It startled the entire restaurant's medical staff.
"Why did the fight suddenly start?"
"What's going on!"
Chen Song had been lost in thought, not noticing Sheng Zimo's arrival. Dong Jingming saw Sheng Zimo coming over with his plate after finishing his meal, and he hinted to Ye Wenzhou several times to stop talking, but before he could stop him, Sheng Zimo came over with a gloomy face.
He didn't expect Sheng Zimo to put the plate on Ye Wenzhou's head without saying a word, and he didn't expect Ye Wenzhou to stand up and punch him.
The two men rushed forward to separate them. The two young men were full of blood and passion, and each punch was harder than the last. Their eyes were bloodshot and they were roaring like jackals. They had been completely controlled by their animal instincts and had lost their minds.
"Stop fighting!" Dong Jingming scolded.
But his voice, however loud, was instantly drowned out by the curses hurled at them by the two men as their blades clashed. Even after being pulled to their feet, the two men, writhing on the ground, remained glued together like glue. The clanging of blows and the chaotic scene continued until more and more people arrived to intervene, finally separating the two.
However, the two of them continued to curse at each other. Sheng Zimo was so angry that he couldn't hit Ye Wenzhou. He noticed Chen Song holding him next to him and immediately punched and kicked him, cursing: "Fuck you, Chen Song! You raised a dog! You taught him to say that! You are the one who spread all these rumors! My dad has nothing to do with that old woman!!! My dad is the most family-oriented person!! You are the one who is talking nonsense! Fuck you!!!"
Although Chen Song came to pull Sheng Zimo's side, his attention was all on Ye Wenzhou opposite him.
Ye Wenzhou's nose and face were bruised and swollen, and his face was covered in blood, which made his heart ache.
That's why he was caught off guard and got hit by Sheng Zimo. His head hit the corner of the table, leaving a deep cut. The violent impact and the sudden pain made his eyes go black. The intense pain made him faint, and the voices in his ears became farther and farther away.
"If you dare to hit my boss, I will kill you! Damn! Boss! Boss!? How are you... How are you... Go help him quickly..."
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When Chen Song woke up, the nurse was wrapping a bandage around him.
"You're awake! Doctor Chen!" the nurse said happily. Seeing Chen Song trying to get up, she quickly stopped him. "Don't move, don't move. Let me bandage it first. The wound will open again soon. I just sewed you up. I gave you anesthesia, so it's not hurting so much now. The hospital has approved your leave. After the bandage is done, you can go back and recuperate for a week."
The anesthetic had not worn off yet, so Chen Song could not feel the pain from the wound. The pain he felt before fainting still left him with lingering fears, as if someone had torn his skin off.
"How's Xiaozhou?" Chen Song asked.
The nurse wrapped the bandage around her neck, tied a knot, and removed the excess. "Your injuries are comparable to Sheng Zimo's, but nothing serious. Neither of them has any bone damage, just superficial injuries. Yours would have been deeper if it were, and you can barely see the bone. It's going to be excruciatingly painful after the anesthesia wears off, so remember to take your painkillers."
Chen Song was silent for a moment and then asked, "Where is Xiaozhou now? And where is Jingming?"
The nurse put down her scissors, sorted her tools, and sighed softly, "Doctor Dong is in surgery. We just had an emergency. Doctor Ye and that Sheng were disciplined and sent home for a week of reflection. The director, who's so concerned about his image, can't say anything bad. Even if I wanted to beat them up again, the director will definitely put on a kind face in front of everyone. Listening to them is disgusting, they're so pretentious. Your section chief and the head of the medical department, Sheng's father, were the ones who cursed them the most. It's like they were in an opera, the husband and the wife following suit, which is disgusting. They have to write a 20,000-word self-criticism and a 1,000-yuan fine."
"Your injury has been reported as a work-related injury, so you don't have to pay for medical expenses anymore."
Chen Song lowered his eyes and said nothing. It was hard to tell what emotion he was thinking. The nurse looked at him, hesitant to speak, and walked a few steps with the cart before turning back and saying to him:
"Doctor Chen, I actually understand how you feel. What others say is their business, and it's hard for us to control it. But there's no need to force everything. Everything will turn into its own end. Go back and have a good rest and talk to someone. Don't hold it in. Be strong outside, and then complain to your family when you get home."
"It's not such a bad thing to not be so strong sometimes."
Chen Song's drooping black eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his hard heart suddenly felt like it was being gently rubbed by a feather, instantly softening like a pool of autumn water. He smiled faintly and looked up at the nurse: "Thank you."
But I seem to have no family...
The sweltering June sky was blanketed by low-pressure clouds, and the rain refused to fall, with occasional rumbles of muffled thunder. The scorching heat scorched the hearts of the people throughout the city, who lamented the occasional rain.
Chen Song returned to the dormitory with the medicine and sat on his bed. He didn't turn on the lights. The quiet room was damp and stuffy. Outside the window, dark clouds were gathering, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing, making him feel a little breathless.
He leaned against the wall and raised his head to clear his mind for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gift box on the coffee table. He stood up and walked to the coffee table to untie the ribbon.
Lu Yuan gave him a bottle of perfume and a high-end AI watch. The perfume looked expensive, too. Chen Song didn't know much about it, but he probably knew it was a big name. He did recognize the watch; it was the same brand as the phone he had just bought.
Chen Song thought about Lu Yuan's constant nagging and finally understood what Lu Yuan was up to. Lu Yuan often complained about Chen Song being too busy with work, leaving his phone lying around, and sometimes taking days to reply to his messages or even calling him.
Due to the special nature of Chen Song's job, he might be holding his mobile phone one second and a wounded person would be pushed in the next second. In his panic, he would not know where to drop his mobile phone, and once the phone is lost, it would be difficult to find it again.
Fortunately, there was nothing important in the phone, just some memories about Gu Mo. He didn't delete them, but God deleted them for him.
Chen Song sat on the ground fiddling with his watch, trying to connect it to his new phone, and fell asleep while doing so.
He was in a daze for an unknown amount of time before he was awakened by the ringing of the doorbell.
Chen Song suddenly opened his eyes. The pain from his wounds made him break out in a cold sweat. The doorbell made his heart beat faster...
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