"Do you always think of this sentence?" Little Yiren raised her arm and touched Zheng Ren's head to show encouragement.
He gently brushed his palm across his cheek and kissed Little Yiren's hand.
"Ah!" Little Yiren almost jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren then held Little Yiren's hand and said, "If you're poor, you should be good to yourself. If you're rich, you should help the world. I think it's very right."
"That's what my father said. He said that he didn't want me to do anything earth-shattering, and he didn't want me to enter the business world to inherit his legacy and expand his territory. As long as I can do something meaningful, that's enough. "Little Yiren's face was still a little red, but she pretended to be fine and said with a smile.
After getting off the elevator, Zheng Ren held Little Yiren's hand and entered the house.
"I came back early today. I'll video call Old Chief Physician Pan," Zheng Ren said.
"I just had a video call with Sister Yue yesterday. Chief Physician Pan was feeding the fish at home. His fish tank was huge, and it would take at least two hours to change the water. But the old director isn't good at keeping fish. Sister Yue and I are still discussing going to his house next time to help him. "
Zheng Ren smiled.
Although he had left Sea City, he still missed Old Chief Physician Pan. He subconsciously felt that Chief Physician Pan of Sea City was like a father to him since they video-called once every three to five days.
Old Chief Physician Pan was hale and hearty, slightly thinner than before. It was probably due to the fatigue from the frontline that he had yet to recover.
He nagged at Zheng Ren to pay attention to the safety of the surgery. Zheng Ren just smiled.
After chatting for a while, Chief Physician Pan wanted to rest. Zheng Ren turned off his phone, hugged Little Yiren goodbye, and returned to his residence.
He sent a message to Feng Xuhui.
[Is your body alright?]
Soon, Feng Xuhui's reply arrived.
[I have already checked in near the 912. See you tomorrow morning, Chief Zheng.]
Zheng Ren smiled.
Su Yun had always been in contact with Feng Xuhui, but every time Zheng Ren wanted to contact Feng Xuhui, he would hesitate and eventually give up.
In the past few days, Su Yun said that Feng Xuhui had been discharged from the hospital and told Zheng Ren when he would be coming to the 912.
Feng Xuhui, this young man is really working hard. I wonder if he has recovered well.
When Su Yun first started working on the live broadcast of the surgery, he had given Feng Xuhui a lot of space. He did not forget it just because he was not around. Su Yun had told him about this before. Su Yun was a tough guy with a soft heart.
Zheng Ren did not wait for Su Yun to return. He began to wash up and greeted Little Yiren goodnight. Then, he lay on the bed and began to think about the patients for tomorrow's TIPS surgery.
After confirming that there were no errors, he entered the System Space, chose to purchase surgical training time, and began to perform the splenectomy for Gaucher disease.
This time, the System did not issue a mission. Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. Although there was still a lot of time for surgical training, it was better to save as much time as possible.
…
In a rented house near the 912 Hospital in the Imperial Capital.
Feng Xuhui was also doing his own work.
When he was not around, Chief Zheng opened a live broadcast of the surgery and performed many similar surgeries. Feng Xuhui gathered all the information bit by bit through his familiar connections.
He knew that most people now called Zheng Ren Boss Zheng, but Feng Xuhui was still used to calling him Chief Zheng.
It was not for any other reason. He just felt that it was very intimate to call him that.
He had a small notebook that recorded the surgeries Zheng Ren could perform. He also consulted the sales of other companies that were also in the same business. The relevant medical supplies were all kept in reserve.
Feng Xuhui's thoughts became more and more meticulous. He knew that the preparation work he had done might not be used in his lifetime. However, once Chief Zheng wanted to perform the surgery and did not have the right equipment, it would be very awkward.
Although it was said that Chief Zheng could also perform liver repairs under local anesthesia in Nanchuan Town, the epicenter of the earthquake, he was forced to do so. When the conditions were right, no one wanted to do so.
Therefore, Feng Xuhui did research on every kind of surgery that Chief Zheng had performed and recorded all the rare special medical supplies.
Tomorrow, Chief Zheng was going to do a live broadcast of the surgery. He had just checked all the medical supplies, and the hospital had all kinds of spare ones.
However, he still assumed that there would be a problem and prepared enough medical supplies in the suitcase for emergencies.
After everything was done, he stretched his body and prepared to rest.
He smiled. He really had a persecutory delusion. He had prepared everything so well, but he did not know why.
He stood up and his left leg went limp. His body tilted slightly to the left.
The thigh was penetrated, the muscles were broken, and the infection was serious. It was already not bad to be able to recover to this extent. However, he was still not used to it and would occasionally stumble.
Then he would use the rest of his life to get used to it. Soon, the scars would be smoothed out, whether it was on his body or in his heart.
Feng Xuhui was very content. Compared to those who would never be able to return, he was considered lucky.
He limped to the suitcase and checked it. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he placed the suitcase at the door to change his shoes.
He washed up and lay on the bed.
Feng Xuhui's legs were a little sore and itchy. If he wanted to fully recover, it would probably be impossible for him to do so in this lifetime. He still felt a little regretful. It was not easy to find a girlfriend if he limped.
However, this regret did not make him complain or feel sorry for himself. He smiled, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
..
The next day, Feng Xuhui carried the suitcase to the 912.
The rental house was very close to the hospital. Feng Xuhui wanted to avoid traffic jams during the morning rush hour or to find a parking space.
He had considered these things very carefully, just like when he was in Sea City.
The 912, the Intervention Department. Coming here again, Feng Xuhui felt like he had had a very, very long dream.
The last time he came here, he was still the business manager of the Northeast Region of Changfeng, in charge of the development of that barren wilderness.
Fortunately, he met Chief Zheng, and his life had undergone an earth-shattering change.
Feng Xuhui, who was limping, had never attributed the flying steel bar to Zheng Ren. This was because he knew that the moment he could drive straight to Chengdu, he was prepared that he would not be able to come back.
Chief Zheng's appearance only added a touch of light to his life, making it a little more brilliant.
After getting off the elevator, Feng Xuhui dragged the suitcase with some difficulty and walked step by step to the Intervention Department.
Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"Manager Feng, long time no see."
This voice was very familiar, but the usual teasing and sarcastic tone had disappeared. It was full of familiarity.
Feng Xuhui turned around and was greeted with a warm hug.
Su Yun patted Feng Xuhui's back with his hand and smiled. "You're really lucky to be able to come back alive!"
That was true. Feng Xuhui chuckled.
"Little Feng, welcome back." Zheng Ren walked over and reached out to hold Feng Xuhui's hand. He gently shook it twice.
Feng Xuhui felt that something was wrong. Usually, Chief Zheng would call him Manager Feng politely but with a hint of alienation.
This time, he called him Little Feng.
He quickly smiled. Just as he was about to say something, Zheng Ren took the initiative and pulled the suitcase from his hand. He smiled and said, "Are your injuries healed?"
"I'm basically healed. I just need to walk slowly." Feng Xuhui looked terrified. He wanted to take back the suitcase but was rejected by Zheng Ren.
"Just this time, I haven't thanked you for the matter in Pengxi Village. There's no need to thank me. It's too pretentious, "Zheng Ren said as he slowly walked to the department." You should be in charge of my side of the business. "
"Yes, the company wanted to send someone else to contact you, but Chairman Ma felt that I would be back soon. He was afraid that you would not be used to it, so he left it empty."
Zheng Ren nodded and walked to the Intervention Department.
There were no overly enthusiastic words or promises, but Feng Xuhui could feel from the details that Chief Zheng's attitude towards him had changed slightly.
It was just that … he had not seen Chief Zheng for a long time. His temperament had changed so much.
Feng Xuhui had not seen Zheng Ren for about four months.
Ever since he left Sea City and Zheng Ren went on a mission until the end of the earthquake relief, Feng Xuhui had always brushed past Zheng Ren.
Usually, when he looked at him every day, he could not feel anything. However, Feng Xuhui had not seen Zheng Ren for too long. He immediately noticed that Chief Zheng's temperament had become more and more stable. It was like a mountain, thick and solid.
Feng Xuhui even had an 'illusion'. As long as he was not bad, no one would be able to snatch Chief Zheng's medical supplies away if he did something too out of line or made too big a mistake.
He followed behind Zheng Ren and limped in. Feng Xuhui was thinking about many things.
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