Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the inpatient department. The weather was getting colder and the wind was biting.
They hurried back to the guest house and did not say anything else. They went back to their respective rooms to sleep.
Zheng Ren returned to his room, took off his coat, and hung it neatly.
The coat fit him well. Xie Yiren was good at buying clothes.
Looking at the few coats hanging in a row, Zheng Ren's mouth unconsciously curled into a smile.
He stared at them for a while. Xie Yiren was probably asleep by then. Zheng Ren felt a little disappointed. He always felt that there was something he did not do.
He guessed that he had gotten used to saying good night to Xie Yiren these past few days.
Taking off his sweater, Zheng Ren tilted his head and glanced at the gauze. The wound was slightly itchy. The stitches should be removed in another three days.
Zheng Ren shook his head. He came to Imperial Capital with an injury.
White mist rose as he turned on the hot water. Zheng Ren carefully placed his left shoulder outside the range of the shower.
That way, half of his body could not take a shower.
However, this was the only way. Zheng Ren was used to a hot shower after a tiring day and a good night's sleep.
The hot water flowed through the right half of his body. The busy day was washed away by the water droplets, leaving behind a relaxed and comfortable feeling.
Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. If Xie Yiren was here, he could chat with her for a while.
Lying on the bed, waves of exhaustion came from all over his limbs. Zheng Ren yawned and wanted to sleep.
Before going to bed, he habitually turned on his phone and saw a small red dot on Xie Yiren's WeChat profile picture.
Zheng Ren clicked on it and saw a long chat history in his field of vision.
After leaving Tang Song Restaurant, Zheng Ren left a message for Xie Yiren, saying that there was an emergency surgery and asking her not to wait for him.
Xie Yiren had actually spoken so much in the past few hours?
Zheng Ren's heart skipped a beat.
Although he had never had a girlfriend, Zheng Ren had heard a saying. If a man sent a woman a WeChat message and the woman did not reply because she was busy, the woman would be very happy when she found out later.
However, if it was the other way around, the man would be dead.
He had told Xie Yiren. Zheng Ren's brain worked quickly to confirm this point. He did not dare to look at the content of Xie Yiren's message and kept scrolling through the chat history.
After flipping through dozens of messages, Zheng Ren found the message that he had told Xie Yiren that there was an emergency surgery and he had to go for it.
Although he had confirmed it, he still felt uneasy.
He carefully read Xie Yiren's first reply.
[There's an emergency over there?]
Uh, yes, Little Yiren was right. Why did he perform emergency surgery in the Imperial Capital? Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.
Next, look at the second message.
[Thank you for your hard work, Chief Zheng. Smile ~]
Chief Zheng? Was he joking or angry?
Zheng Ren was very nervous and worried about personal gains and losses, completely lacking the decisiveness and agility he had when performing surgery.
[Get off the stage and go back to sleep. Do you still have surgeries tomorrow?]
[Remember to eat breakfast tomorrow morning. Don't go on stage with an empty stomach. What if your blood sugar drops again?]
[It's -10 degrees Celsius here. I think it's around -3 degrees Celsius in the capital. I'll go pick up two thicker clothes tomorrow.]
[When are you coming back? There are so few surgeries these days. It's so boring.]
…
…
The embarrassing and embarrassing messages that Zheng Ren had envisioned did not appear. Little Yiren only kept asking him some daily questions.
At the end, Zheng Ren let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, fortunately.
[I'm back. I took a shower and am about to sleep. Surgery at 8: 30 tomorrow. Four interventional treatment for liver cancer. Good night.]
Zheng Ren hesitated for a few minutes. He wrote and deleted, deleted, and wrote again. In the end, he left a normal, error-free, but unremarkable reply.
Putting down the phone, Zheng Ren felt a sweet and itchy feeling in his heart.
This was so good.
His exhaustion had long been thrown out of his mind. The smile on Zheng Ren's face deepened without him realizing it.
His phone was charging and he turned off the bedside lamp. Just as he was about to sleep, he heard a WeChat message.
His hand picked up the phone like lightning. His hand speed was at its peak, comparable to the hand speed when he performed emergency surgery on Miao Xiaohua.
No, it was even a little faster than emergency surgery.
This speed exceeded Zheng Ren's physical limits.
[I'm asleep. Good night. Phew ~ ~ ~]
Xie Yiren sent a cute snoring emoji behind him.
The smile on Zheng Ren's face deepened.
[Good night. Sweet dreams. Don't bother replying.]
Zheng Ren replied and turned off the phone.
Would she reply, or would she obediently not reply? Zheng Ren was then immersed in another mystery.
This mystery was more confusing than a difficult rare disease. He had no experience, and the System would not tell him what Xie Yiren was thinking.
He fell asleep in a daze, his phone silent.
He slept until dawn.
Zheng Ren was awakened by Feng Xuhui's knock on the door.
It was already 6: 30 in the morning when he checked his phone.
Zheng Ren got up, put on his clothes, and opened the door to let Feng Xuhui in.
Feng Xuhui had brought a few trays of soup dumplings. "Chief Zheng, I didn't know what flavor you like, so I bought a few more."
"You're too kind." Zheng Ren smiled. "It's fine as long as there's something to eat. There's no need to go through so much trouble."
"It's no trouble at all." Feng Xuhui's smile was smoother than before, as if he had grown up overnight and realized something. "Chief Zheng, as long as you can eat well, I'll be satisfied."
Zheng Ren called Su Yun and asked him to wake up for dinner.
Su Yun walked over with sleepy eyes, glanced at the food on the table and asked, "Where's the soy milk?"
"…" Feng Xuhui was stunned. He thought that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were northeasterners and would not like the soy milk, which had a Beijing flavor in its soul.
"It's good enough that you have something to eat, but you're still so picky." Zheng Ren picked up a tray of steamed buns for Su Yun and said, "Hurry up and eat. There are four surgeries today. By the way, have we booked the prostate surgery? "
"It's already booked and I told you about it. Didn't you know?" Su Yun was surprised but did not make things difficult for a small sales manager like Feng Xuhui. He turned around and was ready to scold Zheng Ren.
"…" Zheng Ren really did not remember when he had told him about it. Could it be that he had a fever that day and was confused?
"We were supposed to see the patient this afternoon, but who knew you'd be doing interventional radiology for liver cancer? I hope there won't be any delays. If the situation permits, the patient will be transferred to the interventional radiology department. "Su Yun did not mind since he did not have to do the work anyway.
"Oh." Zheng Ren was helpless. Why did it feel like he was busier in Imperial Capital than at home?
After dinner, Feng Xuhui quickly cleared the table while Zheng Ren and Su Yun washed up.
At eight o 'clock, the three of them went straight to the interventional radiology operating room.
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