Chief Qiu did not dare to ask what had happened. The less he knew, the better. He was just an ordinary person. He had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
When he went back, he had to remind the two nurses not to talk nonsense. Chief Qiu remembered this in his heart.
"Boss Zheng, it's over." Yan Zhangsen said without thinking, but his expression was no longer nervous. Instead, it was filled with joy from the bottom of his heart. Even his voice was slightly trembling. It was a simple sentence, but it was like he was singing an opera.
"Change the dressing in three days, remove the stitches in a week, and take some antibiotics," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Yan Zhangsen was stunned, then nodded. "Got it, Boss Zheng. Don't worry."
"I'm going to fly back tomorrow," Zheng Ren said. "I'm a little busy at home …"
"Boss Zheng, you don't know my father's temper." Yan Zhangsen smiled bitterly. "If you leave, I'll probably go back to Imperial Capital to find you for surgery soon. My old man can break my legs, really! "
"…" Zheng Ren was speechless.
"One day. You can rest for a day tomorrow. When my father comes down from the mountain, we'll have a meal together and meet him." Yan Zhangsen said, "I won't ask a lot of people, and it won't take up too much of your time. What do you think?"
What else did Zheng Ren have to say after everything had been said to this extent? Looking at Yan Zhangsen's expression, if he insisted on refusing, he would kneel down and talk about it.
What was the point of doing this?
Chief Qiu saw an opportunity and immediately smiled. "Boss Zheng, if you're bored, why don't you visit our operating room tomorrow morning?"
"Oh? Visit the operating room? "Zheng Ren was suddenly interested.
Yan Zhangsen looked at Chief Qiu gratefully.
"There are many major surgeries this weekend, Chief Qiu," Zheng Ren asked.
"I looked at the surgery list this morning. There's a patient with mitral stenosis with insufficiency and a large left atrium for surgery tomorrow morning," Chief Qiu said. "You and Dr. Su are good at cardiothoracic surgery. It's inevitable that you'll come to Yang Cheng this time to guide the surgery."
"I don't dare to say that I'll guide it. I'll just go up and take a look." Zheng Ren smiled.
If he was invited by a doctor from the cardiothoracic surgery department, he might have to go up on stage. However, it was difficult to do since the chief of anesthesiology had invited him. But since he had nothing to do, he might as well take a look.
This kind of surgery was quite difficult. Zheng Ren felt that he might not be able to complete it in one go. The surgery completion rate was 100%. If he pursued perfection, he did not know how much surgical training time he would have to spend in the operating theater of the System.
Speaking of surgery, Zheng Ren cheered up and the atmosphere in the car became much more relaxed.
When they arrived at a hotel by the Pearl River, Yan Zhangsen sent them up and repeatedly expressed his gratitude. After making an appointment to contact them the next day, he turned around and left.
"Boss, what do you think of this matter?" Su Yun did not leave. He stayed in Zheng Ren's room and asked while looking at the night view of Pearl River.
"I don't know."
"Could he have transformed after opening his Changqiang acupoint?"
"Transformation?"
"Uh … the most ancient two-dimensional joke. You're really boring." Su Yun took out a cigarette and shook it. "Do you want to smoke?"
"Take one. I'm a little nervous too." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I've never seen a Kirschner needle run so far before."
"You still think it's a Kirschner needle?"
"According to my logical analysis, that can only be the case." Zheng Ren lit a cigarette and looked out the window at the waning lights. Boats with neon lights floated past the Pearl River. The world was full of fireworks and the mortal world was very beautiful.
"This time it's true. I was worried that Yan Zhangsen would go back on his word. Those technologies were worth a lot of money. If Kerry is still a little stingy and only gives money, he hides the skills. "Su Yun lay on a chair in front of the window and also looked at the waning lights.
It was the same scenery, but in the eyes of the two of them, it might not be the same feeling.
Zheng Ren smoked gently. He did not try to draw any other patterns with the weak smoke. These acts of acting cool were meaningless to him.
Smoking was smoking, and looking at the scenery was looking at the scenery. As long as he focused, it was fine.
"Today is like a duck listening to thunder," Su Yun said with a smile. "I'm worried that if lightning strikes the car, we'll all turn into charcoal."
"No, Brother Yan is already prepared," Zheng Ren said. "But I thought you would wait until the lightning and thunder were over before you were willing to go down the mountain. After running so far, you must watch the show."
"Don't talk nonsense. Curiosity killed the cat, okay?" Su Yun said. "According to Master Yan, we are all people who don't have the talent for cultivation. Boss, what do you think cultivation is? "
"How would I know?" Zheng Ren said. "When I was an intern in college, I bought tender tofu, put gauze on it, and used tweezers to pick it up little by little. I think this is what cultivation is all about. "
"Yours is too low-level. I'm just performing surgery on a lab rat."
"It's alright." Zheng Ren did not care what Su Yun said. He stood in front of the window, very relaxed.
"Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Su Yun suddenly said, "I sold a big favor. Look at Brother Yan's expression later, and you will know that there will be benefits if you stay."
"Haven't you already given the benefits?"
"It's different. It's like playing online games. After you kill a monster, you don't pick it up. You really are too lazy to even bend down, "Su Yun said with a sigh.
"I've never played online games before."
"Does life have to be so boring?"
"I think it's okay. Who knows if the world we see now is a virtual world? You're playing online games in an online game. Is it interesting? "
Su Yun found that the boss was really nervous today. He was especially talkative. If it was in the past, he would definitely laugh it off and never say so much useless nonsense to him.
That was true. His ears were still echoing with the deafening sound of thunder. The lightning as bright as day almost blinded his eyes. It was really a little dangerous.
But it was all over.
If the boss did not want to talk about it, then he would not. Su Yun slumped on the sofa lazily, letting the wisps of smoke pass through the black hair in front of his forehead and drift freely.
…
…
In the old house at the top of the mountain, Master Yan stood with his hands behind his back. His old face seemed to be twenty years younger, and there was a force of life in his blush.
"Congratulations, Master Yan," Song Moxu said softly.
"Little Junior Brother did well and left his name in history. It's been a few hundred years, a few hundred years!" Master Yan clenched his hands behind him, barely restraining his surging excitement.
"Tomorrow will be very busy, so I won't bother you." Song Moxu smiled and said, "Goodbye, see you next time."
"Thank you, Master Song."
"You're welcome. If you want to thank someone, thank Boss Zheng. "
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