"What's with that expression?" Su Yun asked disdainfully when he saw Zheng Ren's indifferent and unconcerned face.
"It's meaningless," Zheng Ren said.
"Why is it meaningless?" Su Yun disagreed with Zheng Ren's opinion. "The Literature Prize is the most typical example. It's said that the Literature Prize winners in the past ten years are all in the top twenty of the odds list."
"Because everyone can understand literary works. Even if they don't understand the inner meaning, they can more or less know something from the sales," Zheng Ren said.
"Sales? You're talking about sales with the Nobel Prize? "Su Yun said disdainfully." Just like the Oscars, commercial films that sell well are naturally despised. "
"That's true," Zheng Ren said without any principles. Zheng Ren did not want to comment on such things at all.
"In the past, other than the Literature Prize, the other science prizes did not have odds. This year is a little special. Maybe Ladbrokes wants to expand into projects other than the Literature Prize and the Peace Prize."
"The plate isn't big, right?"
"It's not big. It's only a few hundred thousand euros in total. It's basically in a free-range state. Don't worry. Spinach Company now uses actuaries to fight. Mathematics! Mathematics! Mathematics is king. "
"What's our project's odds ranking?" Zheng Ren still did not want to argue about the importance of mathematics, so he asked.
"It's already on the list. It seems that someone has reacted. Ladbrokes has begun to adjust the odds," Su Yun said.
"Who would care about such a small amount of money if they can get the news now?" Zheng Ren said disdainfully.
"Yo, boss, you're much more generous," Su Yun said in a strange tone. Su Yun said in a strange tone, "At this time last year, you were still earning 3,000 yuan a month in Sea City."
"Things are different now. People always have to look forward," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
As for the odds, Zheng Ren had no interest at all. Now that his relationship with the Bruch family was very good, Zheng Ren felt that he should not have to worry.
Moreover, he felt that he did not need anything else. It was enough as long as it was fair.
The clinical surgery had been suppressed for more than half a century. It was time for a rebound.
The only drawback was that the new TIPS surgery had not been in the clinic for long enough, and the postoperative effect had yet to be evaluated.
It was already late at night, and the wind was a little warm when it blew on his face.
"When the wind cools down, boss, you'll be able to receive a call from the Nobel Prize," Su Yun said with a smile.
When the wind cools down?
Zheng Ren smiled. In his impression, when the wind was cool, it was one of the peak periods for cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.
"Let's go back. I wonder if Yiren is taking Heizi for a walk downstairs."
Because he missed her and Blackie for a walk, he quickly walked back, but unfortunately, they had already gone back.
The days passed by one after another.
The wind became hot, and then gradually became cold.
Chang Yue collapsed before the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease in his imagination could break out.
He has a bad cold and has to use a packet of tissues to blow his nose every day.
Zheng Ren did not have a good solution to this. Although taking medicine was not very useful, it was still better to take some. At the very least, he would feel at ease. As long as he paid attention to the dosage, he would be fine.
However, Chang Yue's condition gradually worsened. When he saw the diagnosis of pneumonia on her System panel, he immediately sent her to the hospital for a lung CT scan.
The left lower lung showed slight inflammation, and the condition was not serious.
Chang Yue did not mind. It was just a cold. If there was inflammation, she would take medicine.
After taking the amoxicillin orally, Zheng Ren and Su Yun argued again about whether they should take anti-viral drugs.
In the end, Chang Yue was annoyed and chased both of them away.
Zheng Ren did not care. It was just a small illness, so there was no need to be too nervous.
The fourth stage of World Famous had entered the outbreak period. Zheng Ren looked at the mission panel in the System panel every day, his mood getting better.
A generous reward was about to come. Zheng Ren had been worried that he would encounter a major surgery that required him to activate the assistant system. He would be in trouble if he did not have time to train.
However, there were very few surgeries that could stump Zheng Ren with his Peak level general surgery skills.
This kind of thing was only a small probability event, so it did not happen.
Another day passed. At night, when he came back from a walk with Heizi, Zheng Ren found it interesting to see Su Yun lazing on the sofa.
Since Chang Yue fell ill, she did not drink with him at night. It was indeed boring to drink alone, so Su Yun could only hope that Chang Yue would get better soon.
"Where's Chang Yue?" Zheng Ren asked.
"She said she was a little uncomfortable, so she went to lie down," Su Yun said nonchalantly.
"Do you want to disinfect the house? A clean environment will help Chang Yue recover," Zheng Ren asked casually.
"Boss, that's too much." Su Yun blew a breath of disdain, the black bangs on his forehead fluttering. "It's just a cold, not a flu. What are you doing?"
That was true. So be it. Zheng Ren recalled Chang Yue's System panel during dinner. The red color had gradually faded, and it seemed like she was getting better.
Although she had been working while sick, chatting with the patients came to an abrupt end. The patients' immune systems were too weak. Chang Yue was not worried about infecting Su Yun and Zheng Ren, who were as strong as bulls, nor was she worried about Xie Yiren. However, she was worried that the patients could not withstand it.
Her work had been seriously affected. Recently, two or three patients' families had raised doubts about the surgery.
Clinical work was meticulous, and a good surgery did not mean that everything would be fine. Many doctors' surgeries were fine, but in the end, they still ended up in a bad situation. Some doctors' surgeries failed, but the patients' families were grateful.
This was the standard. This was the value of Chang Yue's daily work.
She did not know how to cherish it when she had it. Zheng Ren smiled sheepishly. So, he was the same. To the medical team leader, the leading professor, and even the department director, Chang Yue was the best resident doctor.
Other than giving the medical team leader a hard time, her work was flawless.
"Chang Yue doesn't have a fever, right?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I don't think so," Su Yun said, "I just feel a little chest tightness."
That was not right. When he went downstairs for a walk, her System panel was clearly fine. Why was she feeling chest tightness after more than an hour?
Zheng Ren was puzzled, but Su Yun was watching over her at home. There should be no problem.
A web drama was playing on the television. The funny plot did not amuse many people.
Xie Yiren went back to the room to check twice and said that Chang Yue was asleep. After a video call with Old Chief Physician Pan, Zheng Ren was still a little worried.
"Yiren, why don't you go back and take a look? Wake her up and ask if she's feeling uncomfortable."
"Boss, your obsessive-compulsive disorder is acting up," Su Yun said unhappily.
As he spoke, there was a thud from inside the room. It sounded like someone had fallen on the floor.
The living room fell silent. 1.2 seconds later, Su Yun jumped up, crossed the coffee table, and barged into the room.
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