Chapter 7
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Zheng Ren had to admit that Su Yun was good-looking, but being a doctor was not like walking on a runway. How could a good-looking person treat illnesses?
Zheng Ren rushed back to the emergency department, afraid that Yuan Li would stitch up an external wound while he was eating. Since there were no major surgeries, it was good practice to stitch it up.
The emergency surgery department was surprisingly quiet today. There was only a girl in a red shirt sobbing on a chair in the corridor.
It was normal for patients or their families to cry in the hospital. Zheng Ren was not in the mood to comfort a girl. Waiting for the trauma patient was what he wanted the most.
He glanced at the girl as he passed by and found her familiar.
Upon closer inspection, it was Xie Yiren, the scrub nurse who had stayed in the operating theater with him the other day.
"Girl, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.
Xie Yiren raised her head when she heard someone ask her a question. Her eyes were misty with tears.
Seeing that it was Zheng Ren, Xie Yiren let out a loud cry and cried even harder. His two legs were curled up on the hard red plastic chair. He hugged his legs and his shoulders trembled.
Zheng Ren was at a loss and did not know what to say.
He would be stupid if he could not guess why Xie Yiren was crying in the emergency department. Zheng Ren was silent as he racked his brain for a way to comfort Xie Yiren.
"I … I was sent to the emergency … emergency department."
After a long time, Xie Yiren told Zheng Ren while sobbing.
"There are benefits to being in the emergency department. At least you don't have to work overtime," Zheng Ren comforted her.
"But … But I want to be in surgery," Xie Yiren said.
"What's so good about surgery?" Zheng Ren did not realize how much he wanted to be in surgery. "You don't have to work overtime in the emergency department. You can flirt with young men, watch movies and enjoy life. Look at how busy the operating theater is. You have to work overtime from time to time. "
"I don't dare to flirt with young men," Xie Yiren said seriously.
Zheng Ren was happy to see that she seemed to be in a better mood. The girl was simple-minded, so it was better to play along with her to save her from crying.
"Why? At your age, it's the best time to enjoy love."
"I'm still young. I don't want a boyfriend. I just want to work overtime in surgery," Xie Yiren said firmly.
Just want to work overtime … Wasn't that a little too noble?
Contributing to the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation? This girl's awareness was a little too high.
Zheng Ren felt that Xie Yiren had killed the conversation. He was speechless and did not know what to say next.
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Are you from a poor family and want overtime pay?"
As he spoke, he felt that he had touched upon the essence of the problem.
He was also a pitiful child. In an instant, his mind was filled with countless miserable experiences.
"No, I'm quite rich." Xie Yiren's face was adorable. Her little nose twitched a few times and the wings of her nose flapped, making her look even cuter.
"How much overtime pay do you get per month?"
"I don't know. I've never seen it before," Xie Yiren said.
"Don't you usually spend money?"
"Of course. I can't buy anything with my salary card, so I haven't really looked at it."
"…" Zheng Ren felt that he had misunderstood Xie Yiren. He thought about their previous conversation and asked carefully, "How much pocket money do your parents give you every month?"
"They travel around the world every year and are currently in Turkey. When they left, they gave me a secondary card to spend as much as I want. They didn't say how much they give me every month. "
Zheng Ren felt like he had suffered a critical hit and his health bar was instantly reduced to zero.
"Your family has a company?"
"No. My family has seven buildings on Linyin Street. We just collect rent every month."
Linyin Street was the heart of the city center. It was the CBD area and was frequented by high-paid white-collar workers.
Zheng Ren sighed. If he had seven properties on Linyin Street, he would be able to live a comfortable life by collecting rent.
"Seven houses. Why are you still working?" Zheng Ren was curious. He felt that his imagination had been limited by his poverty since he was young.
"Not seven houses, but seven buildings." Xie Yiren corrected Zheng Ren's biased perception. "Like Wu Mao Building."
One hit, one hundred percent critical hit, and Zheng Ren was instantly over.
The corridor of the emergency room became quiet. Zheng Ren's eyes were blurred as he tried to revive himself.
"Then why are you still working? Isn't it better to travel around the world with your parents? "Zheng Ren asked after a long time.
"I just want to go for surgery." Xie Yiren's brain seemed to be spinning as she repeated the same sentence. "But there are no surgeries when I come to the emergency department. I'll find time to see if I can become a scrub nurse in another hospital. "
"…" What a noble girl with ideals and ambitions. She was fighting for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
In an instant, Zheng Ren added all the beautiful words he could think of to Xie Yiren.
"You're not crying anymore? I do some surgeries in the emergency department. " Zheng Ren calmed himself down and said, "Before you find a new job, be my assistant in the emergency department."
"Although the emergency department only does minor sutures …" Xie Yiren's eyes suddenly widened. After some thought, she summoned her courage and said, "Doctor Zheng, I'm here to ask for your help."
"Ask for your help?"
"Yes. Chief Surgeon Liu and the others need six to seven hours to perform a pancreaticoduodenectomy, but you finished it in half an hour. My woman's intuition told me that there will be surgeries if I follow you. "
This girl's ideals were too noble.
Her family owned seven CBD buildings, yet she only wanted to be a scrub nurse … Was she the same as those people who drove Maseratis to DD?
Zheng Ren tried to recall. He did not have a deep impression of the scrub nurse during the surgery that day, but it seemed that she always handed him the instruments he needed when he needed them.
She should be a professional.
In that case, let her help him with the surgery.
"You should report to work first, then …" Zheng Ren thought of another problem. The emergency department did not have a dedicated assistant nurse. After all, they were not performing major surgeries here, so there was no need to waste manpower.
"Are you thinking about the matron?" Xie Yiren asked considerately.
"Yes, it's a headache."
"It's fine. Her brother has a company in my family's property management company. I contacted him this morning and waived his rent for three years. The matron has agreed in principle that we should work together, and I'm only responsible for providing you with the surgery. "
"…" Zheng Ren realized that the number of times he was speechless during the conversation with Xie Yiren was almost equal to the number of times he had been speechless in his life.
Was this considered a gift?
Who knew? Zheng Ren was not pedantic. If someone was providing him with the surgery, even if it was a suture in the emergency department, it would save him some effort.
So be it.
He made up his mind and was about to say something to Xie Yiren when he heard a sharp screech of brakes coming from outside the emergency building.
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