Chapter 1018: and translation of chapter title

That little Doctor Zheng…… thinking of Zheng Ren, thinking of his honest face, thinking of the conversation with him, an inexplicable trust arose in his heart, for no reason, Zou Jia Hua felt somewhat puzzled.

He never trusts anyone; this has always been his code of conduct.

But why does he inexplicably feel trust toward Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng? Zou Jia Hua himself can't figure it out.

After changing into the patient gown, Zou Jia Hua walked out the door.

Su Yun held a phone in her hand, playing with what?

"Do you treat all patients like this?" Zou Jia Hua asked half-jokingly.

"No, for you, it's the utmost care." Su Yun lowered her head, her black hair fluttering over her forehead.

"Huh?"

"Because I never take patients into surgery." Su Yun said lazily.

"……" Zou Jia Hua felt a sudden daze in his heart.

So him personally coming to fetch me onto the stage is the greatest care? The greatest favor, looking upon me with favor?

This……

Zou Jia Hua gave an embarrassed smile; young people, truly full of vigor.

Capable people, young people—Zou Jia Hua has seen countless in his lifetime. But those who are capable and can still strive are few.

To succeed, basic qualities are just one key point; as for the rest…… Zou Jia Hua smiled.

Being so arrogant and domineering will surely bring suffering.

Lin Yuan Sheng followed closely beside Zou Jia Hua, holding a silver-white emergency kit. Inside were various emergency medicines and rescue equipment, all top-tier worldwide.

He couldn't understand why Mr. Zou wanted to have surgery in Di Du, and so urgently.

In his view, surgery couldn't be done in Xianggang; if it had to be done, one had to go to the Mayo Clinic.

As for 912, although it's a top-tier tertiary Grade-A hospital on the mainland, its overall quality is countless times inferior to the Mayo Clinic. Choosing to have surgery here makes no sense.

But Mr. Zou had already made up his mind, decided, and Lin Yuan Sheng had nothing more to say.

He is merely a private health doctor; doing his duty, earning a salary befitting his status is enough.

……

All the way in silence, they arrived at the Interventional Surgery Operating Room; Su Yun blocked everyone else outside.

Here, no security checks had been done; the security chief beside Zou Jia Hua was especially uneasy.

But because the incident happened suddenly, he had wanted to undergo examination, yet kept being turned away at the door.

Zou Jia Hua, however, wasn't too concerned—who would ambush him nowadays? If talking about life and death, those elusive curses or gu poison that cling like bone-deep maggots are truly deadly.

But having no one follow in would be unrealistic. In the end, Lin Yuan Sheng, as the Zou family's health doctor and personal physician, followed in with the emergency kit.

Having entered the operating room, Zou Jia Hua smiled and asked, "Doctor Zheng, do you really treat all patients equally?"

Faintly, there was mockery, but not perceptible to those who aren't very sensitive.

"The boss's patients are all about the same." Su Yun also didn't mind; after changing clothes, she brought Zou Jia Hua into the operating room.

Lin Yuan Sheng arrived at the operating area; he first glanced at the people in the operating room and the operating area.

There weren't many people: two nurses, two doctors, and the foreigner said to be a German professor was chatting with Zheng Ren.

The equipment isn't the latest, but usable; Lin Yuan Sheng showed no arrogance or disdain, merely giving an objective evaluation of 912's Interventional Surgery Operating Room.

It isn't a specialized cardiac intervention machine, but an ordinary blood vessel and organ intervention operating room, which seems somewhat unprofessional.

But Lin Yuan Sheng didn't nitpick; the equipment was only slightly different, which is no problem for a Nobel Prize nominee as the surgeon.

If he were to nitpick on this point, it would make him seem unprofessional.

He placed the emergency kit he was holding in the most convenient spot, so that if any problem arose, he could rush forward immediately.

Seeing Zou Jia Hua enter, Zheng Ren ended the conversation.

Zou Jia Hua lay on the operating table as instructed by Su Yun.

The table was icy cold and very hard; Zou Jia Hua's heart suddenly began to panic.

He had been forcing himself to stay calm, but at this moment he finally became flustered.

No need for a mask to block others'—including his children's—designs on his thoughts; face life and death directly.

Zou Jia Hua's heart rate suddenly accelerated.

And Doctor Zheng?

Zou Jia Hua anxiously thought, "Don't patients need emotional soothing before surgery? Moreover, I'm not an ordinary patient—why isn't he coming to soothe me?"

Even if it's not soothing, saying a couple of words would be good.

But……

Only a petite figure was busy; in a nearby room, the sound of water could be heard.

Splash splash splash, it sounded like that person was still humming a song.

"Boss, are we playing music today?"

"Just a few minutes' work, no need." Doctor Zheng's deep voice resonated in Zou Jia Hua's ears like a bass.

To his upper right.

Zou Jia Hua looked at the unlit shadowless lamp, a thought struck him; he strained to turn his head and saw Doctor Zheng standing before the viewer, looking at his own images.

"Patient, don't move!" a clear, elegant yet alluring voice said.

"It'll be fine soon, don't be nervous." Xie Yiren said while busy.

"What's your surname?" Zou Jia Hua tried to chat to calm his nervous feelings.

"Just relax, or you could take a nap." Xie Yiren said with a smiling face.

Sleep……

As soon as those two words were spoken, Zou Jia Hua felt his heart seemed to have stopped.

"It's fine, patients undergoing Shou Bing for the first time are all very Tension." Xie Yiren said: "It won't hurt, there's no special feeling, just Relaxation, the more Tension, the more likely something will go wrong."

"Oh." Zou Jia Hua gave a reluctant reply.

This level of comfort, Zou Jia Hua is basically immune to it.

In business Negotiation, all sorts of tricks emerge endlessly; speaking of psychological suggestion and micro-expression research, Zou Jia Hua is master-level.

"Yi Ren, the Kung Pao chicken you just ordered tastes good, which restaurant is it?" Su Yun washed her hands and came in to disinfect.

The cold iodine gauze fell on Zou Jia Hua's neck, making him shiver.

This icy feeling, like a blade's edge, Zou Jia Hua even Doubted that he was already dead for a moment.

Moreover, from Su Yun's words, Zou Jia Hua had a ridiculous illusion that he seemed less important than a serving of Kung Pao chicken from a roadside stall.

"Delicious, right?" Xie Yiren was very happy: "I don't have time today; when I have time, let's go eat together. I went with Yue Jie once; the shop isn't big, looks a bit dirty, but the taste is really superb."

"Is this the human world?" Zou Jia Hua felt somewhat dazed, as if dreaming.

There is birth, there is death, there is laughter, there is tears.

All the myriad aspects of mortal life flashed like a revolving lantern in Zou Jia Hua's heart and mind, many scenes from his life vividly clear.