Chapter 1022

Zheng Ren and Su Yun chatted while getting into Xie Yiren's car, refused the Zou family's invitation, went out to grab a bite to eat, then went back to sleep.

Lying down on the bed, Zheng Ren carefully examined the task he had just completed.

【System Quest: Eliminate the Gu poison】

Quest content: Treat the Gu poison.

Quest reward: Master-level skill book +1, Reputation +1.

Quest duration: 1 month. Time consumed: 2 days, 14 hours, 23 minutes……】

This was a reward that delighted Zheng Ren beyond expectation.

There were a full 27 days and 9 hours 37 minutes left—all of it surgical training time.

Zheng Ren suddenly felt that carefree sense of being able to go anywhere in the world. He gave a hehe laugh and glanced at the Little White Fox.

With surgical training time in hand, even the Little White Fox's smug grin looked much cuter.

As for the Master-level skill book, as Zheng Ren's level rose, it had become less important.

People, they're all the same.

Before, Zheng Ren had toiled hard to raise his interventional surgery to master level, but once he stood higher and saw farther scenery, he felt his past effort had been nothing special.

Zheng Ren casually put the Master-level skill book aside, just in case.

Just as he was about to leave the System Space, Zheng Ren suddenly noticed some extra numbers on the System Panel, so he halted and took a closer look.

It turned out to be the digitized Reputation Value.

Zheng Ren realized he seemed to have forgotten that the reward for eliminating the Gu poison included a +1 Reputation.

Because the Big Pig Trotter was aloof and gave no explanation, Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to guess, so he simply ignored that reward.

But now it actually appeared on the System Panel, which made it different from the Charm Value and Luck Value.

The charm-increasing task gave Zheng Ren no noticeable effect from the added Charm Value. As for Luck Value, Zheng Ren did feel its impact, and the system gave him a protagonist's halo, yet it still lacked an obvious manifestation, unlike Reputation.

Looking closely, his current Reputation Value stood at 1.12 points.

In other words, his past deeds—saving lives, being a Nobel Prize nominee, and pioneering the TIPS surgery technique—had only increased his Reputation by 0.12 points.

It seemed the system's evaluation and calculation of Reputation were very strict.

Zheng Ren searched carefully but still found no explanation for the Reputation Value. He glanced sideways at the Little White Fox, whose smile looked especially hateful.

Forget it, let's leave it as is, Zheng Ren thought.

Things he couldn't figure out, he simply didn't think about for now; Zheng Ren had grown accustomed to dealing with the system, this Big Pig Trotter.

Gazing at nearly a month of surgical training time, Zheng Ren felt warm inside and very secure; even if he ran into difficulties, he had ample buffer time.

He exited the System Space, lay on the bed, and opened his phone.

Xiao Yi Ren had already slept; Zheng Ren looked at her WeChat avatar, her long hair flowing, his heart glad, the corner of his smile grew sweeter.

He closed WeChat, opened QQ—this had become Zheng Ren's nightly routine. The boy he'd met by chance had gradually become his friend, even though Zheng Ren couldn't recall what the boy looked like.

【Let's go see the sea, the water is cool, the waves are beautiful. Next year at this time, I want to come again.】

The boy's status update was refreshed.

Zheng Ren laughed with particular joy.

Being able to run to the beach to play meant the boy had endured this round of chemotherapy. As for what comes next, who knows? Zheng Ren thought so.

To live one vivid day in this world is a day. Traveling many places, meeting many interesting people—that is life.

Hope he can leave good memories at the beach; Zheng Ren closed his phone and fell asleep happily.

……

The next morning, Zheng Ren went to work as usual.

Just as he stepped out of the car, Su Yun, holding her phone, shouted: "Boss, the Mayo Clinic side sent word—they agree to the surgery; ask when you have time."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren had almost forgotten about it.

"Are you going or not?" Su Yun asked.

"Minnesota—there doesn't seem to be a direct flight," Zheng Ren said, somewhat troubled. "Either transfer in Tokyo, or fly straight to Chicago then change planes—either way it's a hassle."

"Boss, it's about saving lives," Su Yun said, her tone turning sour. She finished and gave a cold laugh.

From Di Du to Minnesota, he knows exactly how to fly there, yet he still says he doesn't want to, but his body is honest. Zheng Ren, this guy, is fine everywhere, but this point is really annoying.

Thinking, the sneer in Su Yun's smile grew stronger.

"Don't hoist me up; it's too high and I'll fall hard." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.

"Are you going or not? Give me a word." Su Yun said impatiently.

Zheng Ren thought, it seems he could finish a round of TIPS Surgery here, then fly over. When he flies back, he could just do the second-stage surgery.

"Wait a bit longer, I'm not at ease with the second-stage liver and gallbladder surgeries in Di Du and Pengcheng. I must go and do it myself, personally teaching Director Zhou and Lao Mu." Zheng Ren said.

The matter of Zhu Liangchen has left Zheng Ren with a huge psychological shadow; it seems even the second-stage surgery cannot be casually let go, and Zheng Ren is firm on this.

"You're putting on big airs, I guess those Mayo folks never expected such a reply. Pretty cool, that's how I replied." Su Yun said.

"I'm a clinical doctor, not a researcher." Zheng Ren laughed: "Let's go do rounds first; the patients over there aren't urgent, we can talk later."

"Boss, are you flying to Mayo Clinic?" Professor Rudolf Wagner suddenly asked.

"I have that plan, but I still need to wait a few days. What's up?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Oh my goodness, why didn't you say so earlier!" Professor Rudolf Wagner exclaimed happily: "The Heidelberg Medical Center has asked me several times whether you could go and do a surgery. I thought you had a lot on your plate here, so I turned them all down. If..."

Saying that, Professor Rudolf Wagner glanced at Zheng Ren, the rest of the words left unspoken.

Zheng Ren gave a wry smile; the professor truly is a language genius, learning even to leave pauses this quickly.

After exchanging a glance with Su Yun, Zheng Ren became more resolute.

"Have the Heidelberg side arrange a few more patients," Zheng Ren said. "Fugui'er, after you're done, stay in Heidelberg and do the second-stage surgery. If I stayed there, it would waste too much time."

Professor Rudolf Wagner couldn't wait, picking up his phone, regardless of whether it was midnight in Heidelberg or whether the person answering was asleep.

"Boss, your Flying Knife has gone abroad, the level is really high." Su Yun said.

From his expression, one could not see any praise of a high level or the like; there was only teasing.

"Right, I haven't asked Fugui'er how much the Shou Bing fee is for one visit." Su Yun suddenly remembered, slapping his forehead as he said.

The black hair in front of the forehead was flattened, and then it fluttered up unyieldingly.

"It doesn't matter, right?"

"Boss, there are still many things for us to do; we haven't reached the point of spending money like water." Su Yun reminded.

"Then you discuss it with Fugui'er. Let's go, go see the patients." Zheng Ren led Su Yun to walk around the hospital first.

Xiao Hua Nei Ke and Gan Dan Wai Ke, these upstream departments, provided Zheng Ren with a certain number of Bed Positions, but not many. After all, the Bed Positions over there are also Tense; they cannot let Zheng Ren have them as he wishes.

Finally, Zheng Ren brought Su Yun to the special needs ward.

Zou Jia Hua already knew what happened last night and had heard Lin Yuan Sheng's judgment. However, he was very cautious and did not return to Xianggang University Hospital immediately for 'recovery' at the First Time; instead, he prepared to stay in room 912 for observation for a period of time.

Upon entering, Zheng Ren did not exchange any pleasantries, directly inquired about Zou Jia Hua's condition, and then began the physical examination.

He was completely businesslike, not treating him as a big financier, but merely as an ordinary patient.

Zou Jia Hua had also grown accustomed to Zheng Ren's manner; as long as the illness could be cured and the hidden worry in his heart eliminated, Zheng Ren's attitude was no longer important.

"Mr. Zou, you had three episodes last night; do you feel anything?" Zheng Ren asked, looking at the electrocardiogram.

"No." Zou Jia Hua seriously thought it over again and shook his head.

"That surgery was successful; we can basically diagnose it as an ion channel disease. Although we cannot cure cardiac arrest at its root, having a pacemaker can guarantee you'll be fine. Observe for a few days; if there are still no problems, it proves your disease has recovered."

Recovery…… Zou Jia Hua heard these two words, a wave of ecstasy, then immediately became bewildered.