"I just came back and didn't have time to change," Zheng Ren said vaguely.
But Song Ying instantly understood what he meant. Although he didn't show any expression or move, he nodded lightly and said with rare sincerity, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's alright."
Su Yun was obediently queuing up, holding his phone in his hand, absent-mindedly flipping through something.
After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Hurry up and eat. It'll get cold in a while."
Song Ying asked, "Chief Zheng, have you been transferred to the 912?"
"Yes."
"After you treated me, I heard Chief Chu talk about you a few more times. Every time he mentioned you, he was full of praise. I guessed that you would come to the 912 sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, "Song Ying said with a smile.
Faced with such an occasion, Zheng Ren was momentarily at a loss for words and did not know how to answer.
Song Ying was a shrewd man. He understood Zheng Ren's situation with just a glance. He did not wait for Zheng Ren's reply and continued to ask, "Where will you be staying in Imperial Capital? If it's not convenient for you to live there, I still have an empty house in my hands. You can take it and live there. The monthly rent can be negotiated. "
Zheng Ren smiled. He knew that Song Ying only mentioned the monthly rent because he did not want to go overboard. With his wealth, why would he care about rent?
"It's right next door. It's very close. Thank you for your concern."
Next to him? Song Ying was taken aback.
"Palme d 'Or?"
"En … en?"
In the past few years, the housing prices in the imperial capital had slightly adjusted, and the price of the Golden Palm had fallen from 120,000 yuan to about 90,000 yuan.
Even so, it did not seem to be a place that a doctor who had just entered Imperial Capital could afford to live in.
However, the surprised expression only flashed across Song Ying's face for a moment. He then smiled and said, "It just so happens that I also live in the Golden Palm. Leave me your contact information. I might have to trouble Chief Zheng with some matters in the future."
Zheng Ren did not care. He knew Chief Chu of the CT room very well.
After exchanging phone numbers and WeChat messages with Song Ying, Su Yun walked over with a skewer in one hand and a stick in the other.
"Boss, let's go home." Su Yun said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren glanced at Song Ying without saying anything.
"Let's go together. We can keep each other company." Song Ying smiled as he ate the roasted sausage.
"Oh? Manager Song? Why are you still eating grilled sausages? "Su Yun asked while eating skewers.
"Chief Zheng's diagnosis was timely. He performed a minor surgery and recovered very quickly."
Su Yun glanced at him and pursed his lips. He did not say anything and focused on eating the roasted sausages.
Although it was already past midnight, there were still a lot of people on the road. It was the time when the nightlife was rich.
It was great to be able to return to a world of song and dance.
Hopefully, the other side would also get better soon. The sweet and moist night breeze of Chengdu was like heaven on earth.
With Song Ying, a slippery but not greasy businessman around, it wasn't awkward to have a casual chat.
After entering the residential area, Song Ying sent them downstairs and watched them enter the unit. He stood there for a long time and finished the half-cold sausage before slowly leaving.
When they reached home, they each had a set of newly bought and washed clothes on their beds.
[I'm back. Go to sleep. I saw the clothes. I'll wear them tomorrow morning.]
In a daze, Zheng Ren did not forget to send Xie Yiren a WeChat message. He put the clothes aside, took off his coat and collapsed on the bed.
After waiting for a few seconds, Xie Yiren did not reply and Zheng Ren fell into a deep sleep.
A week of non-stop surgeries and large amounts of energy elixirs had drained Zheng Ren's body.
His physical fitness had been strengthened in the System space. Otherwise, he would not have been able to endure it.
Zheng Ren wanted to go to the System space to take a look, but he lost consciousness before he could enter.
When he woke up, the sky was already bright.
When he picked up his phone, it was already noon.
Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. He had said he wanted to go upstairs for lunch, but he had slept until this hour.
He glanced at WeChat. Xie Yiren did not reply. She was probably afraid of disturbing his sleep.
[I'm awake. Smiley face ~]
Zheng Ren sent a message to Xie Yiren.
[I'm at home. Sister Yue went to work. Call me after you wash up. Let's go out for lunch. I just woke up not long ago.]
Xie Yiren replied.
She had driven all the way to find him and endured nearly 20 hours of surgery. She was exhausted.
It was rare for Zheng Ren to laze in bed for a few minutes. He did not recall the past.
The past was in the past. Next, he should think about his future work.
The lack of beds had always troubled Zheng Ren.
It was different from Sea City General Hospital. In Sea City, there were more than 20 beds in the emergency ward.
However, this was the Imperial Capital. A large number of patients from all over the country were gathered here. A bed was more valuable than gold.
Department Chief Kong was already benevolent and righteous to allocate a few beds to him. He did not know how much pressure and covetous eyes he was under.
There was definitely no potential to be unearthed here. If he were to dig deeper, he would definitely offend a certain or even all the professors in charge of the group.
If he did not know his limits and walked to this point, he did not know what kind of trouble he would cause.
Su Yun was right. Professor Pan Jie did not have a ward in the Union. Wasn't he still working? Thousands of radiofrequency ablations a year did not seem to be difficult for him.
This should be the first step. It was better to find an opportunity to visit the directors of the various departments here.
Building up interpersonal relationships … At the thought of this, Zheng Ren felt a dilemma in his heart.
However, he could not let Su Yun go out and cause trouble, could he?
For a doctor at the chief resident level, Su Yun still had a very high status in the martial arts world.
However, when facing the directors of the 912, Su Yun was much weaker. Especially now that he was still a candidate for the Nobel Prize. If he did not appear, the directors would probably think that he was putting on airs and it would be even more difficult to communicate in the future.
In the martial arts world, he really had no choice.
Zheng Ren sighed, got up, and went to wash up.
Su Yun was sleeping soundly. Zheng Ren did not wake him up. He took a hot shower and changed into a new set of clothes before contacting Xie Yiren.
Xie Yiren did not ask Zheng Ren to go upstairs. Instead, she directly asked him to meet in the underground parking lot.
She did not drive back. Zheng Ren was also very curious. He did not know what car she had been driving recently.
If another Volvo XC60 appeared, Zheng Ren could only sigh with emotion. He really did not understand Xie Yiren's world.
When he arrived at the parking lot, Zheng Ren received a call from Xie Yiren telling him where the car was.
A pure black Aston Martin was parked in the underground parking lot. It was as quiet as a black leopard, ready to jump up at any time.
Looking at the streamlined shape, Zheng Ren frowned.
He did not know what an Aston Martin was, nor did he know what kind of configuration this car had and its superior performance.
Just looking at it, it gave off an expensive vibe.
"Come on up. What are you looking at?" Xie Yiren saw Zheng Ren standing in front of the car in a daze, so she stretched out her hand to greet him.
"I'm thinking that this car can only seat two people. I'm going to work tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Should I sit in the trunk or should Chang Yue sit in the trunk?"
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