"…" Zheng Ren did not even look at the guy and continued eating.
"Can the other side understand?" Su Yun asked casually.
"No problem." Zheng Ren said vaguely. He could not open his mouth to begin with, and there was food in it. His voice was like dough, mixed together. "After the thrombectomy, the blood vessels are more unobstructed. Even if some of the capillaries are cut, it will not affect the overall situation. If someone followed him, the completion rate of the surgery would be higher. There's no one here, so it won't affect us too much. "
"Boss, don't fall asleep just like that." Su Yun's topic would change at any time, like an antelope hanging its horns, untraceable. "You have food in your mouth. If you fall asleep and accidentally breathe it in, I'll have to rescue you. However, even if the rescue was successful, the rice grains would enter the respiratory tract. It caused a large area of lung infection … "
"Say something nice." Zheng Ren lowered his head and ate the fragrant rice with rice with difficulty. It was impossible to tell how delicious the food was from his body.
"Sounds good. There are a few more patients with pelvic fractures and retroperitoneal hematoma. Do you want to treat them together or leave them to Mu Tao?"
"Let's do it together. Pelvic fractures are more urgent." Enduring the pain from the bruise at the corner of his mouth, he stuffed the food into his mouth and swallowed quickly.
"Don't you want to enjoy the food? The rice that Chief Jiang made looks ordinary, but it's actually very unique, "Su Yun said with a mocking expression.
"Usually, I don't feel anything. It's fine as long as I can eat my fill," Zheng Ren said. "Surgery. There's another operation to remove the embolus. After I'm done, I'll bring the patient with the pelvic fracture up. "
"There aren't many patients with severe pelvic fractures now, Boss," Su Yun suddenly said.
"Well, that's good," Zheng Ren said perfunctorily. He did not know if he understood the meaning behind Su Yun's words.
"Doctor Zheng, drink some water." Chief Jiang considerately took a bottle of purified water and handed it to Zheng Ren.
After Zheng Ren unscrewed it, he took a small sip and put the water on the operating table.
He did not dare to drink too much water. If he drank too much, he would have to go to the bathroom. It was especially annoying to be delayed for a minute or two at a time.
They were all doctors who performed surgeries. How could Chief Jiang not know what Zheng Ren meant?
He sighed softly when he saw Zheng Ren enter the operating theater.
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…
Xie Yiren drove to the 912 Hospital.
After a few days, she had already familiarized herself with this place.
However, familiarity was one thing. Without that figure here, Xie Yiren could not feel a sense of belonging. Her heart was empty and uncomfortable.
Xie Yiren's daily routine was surgery. After the surgery, she held her phone and flipped through the news and videos of the earthquake relief on various video websites, wanting to find that familiar figure.
However, he was disappointed every time.
That familiar figure was like a fleeting glimpse, only appearing in the news on the first day, and then disappearing without a trace.
Although she couldn't find it, she still curled up on the sofa every day when she got home, hugging the PAD and looking at it randomly.
Chang Yue was calmer than Xie Yiren, and she had more work to do than Xie Yiren.
Professor Rudolf Wagner's surgery was very fast. With the addition of the new surgical method, there were very few side effects. The postoperative effect was good, and the flow of patients was very fast.
In a short period of time, the professor had completed more than ten TIPS surgeries.
After the patient left the stage, Chang Yue was in charge of all the miscellaneous matters and records.
Moreover, there was also the corresponding data to be recorded. There were more procedures and work compared to ordinary patients.
Early in the morning, the two of them woke up with dark circles under their eyes. Xie Yiren wanted to make breakfast.
However, Chang Yue did not let her. After a simple wash up, she pulled Xie Yiren to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the neighborhood to buy two egg pancakes and casually took a bite.
Recently, Xie Yiren had been absent-minded. The rice she made either forgot to add salt, or it was only added two or three times. In short, it was basically inedible.
After fooling around, Xie Yiren drove to the Imperial Capital Hospital.
The two of them got out of the car and went upstairs. They met Professor Rudolf Wagner, whose face was glowing.
He did not know how long he had waited. When he saw the two of them walking over, he happily went up to them.
"Guess who called me yesterday?" The professor waved his phone, his blonde hair dancing in the wind.
It was just that he had not washed his hair for a few days. His long blonde hair was tied up, and it looked like there were many small braids.
"It can't be those two, right?" Chang Yue pretended not to care and adjusted her glasses.
There was a trace of doubt in her eyes. Why would those two call the professor first? Shouldn't they call Xie Yiren and herself to report that they were safe?
The professor did not realize these details. In his opinion, the boss being alive was the happiest thing in the world.
Before he could show off, the phone was snatched away by Xie Yiren.
"Where's the phone?" Xie Yiren did not have her usual quiet and reserved self as she asked directly.
"Here, here." Professor Rudolf Wagner unlocked the phone and opened it to find the call record.
He pointed at a number with a finger as thick as a small carrot and said happily.
Xie Yiren was stunned.
This number … Why did it look so familiar?
She confirmed it a few times in disbelief. Then, she took out her phone and confirmed it one last time before returning the professor's phone to him.
"Yiren, what's wrong?" Chang Yue saw that Xie Yiren's expression was not right and immediately asked with concern.
"This number is my dad's." Xie Yiren picked up her phone and dialed the number.
She had to call her parents every day, but most of the time, she called her mother.
Anyway, the two of them were together, so it did not matter who she called.
For the past few days, Xie Yiren seemed to be sleepwalking and did not contact her parents. She never expected that Zheng Ren would use her father's phone to contact Lil Fugui.
What exactly happened?
The phone rang. Not long after, the call was picked up.
"Yiren, what's the matter?" Xie Ning's voice was gentle and kind, making people feel close to him.
"Dad, you went to the frontline?" Xie Yiren asked.
Xie Ning was very clear-headed. No matter what time it was, he was always the same. After a moment of confusion, she immediately knew the ins and outs of the matter.
"Yes, I even met your little boyfriend," Xie Ning said with a smile.
"…" Xie Yiren's hands trembled a little.
"He went to the frontline. Two days ago, the large army went in and came down with the injured." Xie Ning briefly reported that he was safe. "He's fine. He's pretty good."
"Okay." Xie Yiren's voice was like a mosquito, almost inaudible.
"You work hard at home. The staff here is already full. There's no shortage of people, but there's a shortage of equipment. " Xie Ning seemed to have guessed Xie Yiren's thoughts and directly extinguished her desperate attempt to come to the frontline.
"He must be working hard."
"It's not bad. He just ate and is in the middle of surgery."
"Take care of yourself."
"Got it."
After hanging up the phone, Xie Ning shook his head slightly. This girl only asked if Zheng Ren was working hard. Did she not know how to ask herself?
Xie Yiren put down her phone, bit the hair tie, and tied up her shoulder-length hair with both hands.
Chang Yue felt that something was wrong and asked, "Yiren, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to the frontline." Xie Yiren's voice was not loud, but it was very firm.
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