Chapter 1040: line with translation of chapter title

"How long will you be gone?" Xie Yiren asked while eating.

"It's mainly the flight time; the rest is just waiting for the plane." Zheng Renye felt somewhat troubled; such a distant Flying Knife really makes people irritable.

However, Zheng Ren still wanted to go; a fresh Shou Bing, after training ends in the System Operating Room, if not demonstrated in reality, would make him feel Uncomfortable all over.

"Come back soon." Xie Yiren said.

"I also need to go to Germany once; the professor said Heidelberg Medical Center has a patient needing a Flying Knife. In that case, leave the professor to do the second-stage Shou Bing, and then things can run normally." Zheng Ren said.

"So busy." Xiao Yi Ren's eyes sparkled as she looked at Zheng Ren, "After winning the Nobel Prize, won't you be this busy?"

"That's just a beautiful wish." Zheng Ren still had a sense of proportion: "Generally, from establishing a project to winning the Nobel Prize takes decades. I'm currently promoting the new TIPS Surgery, and incidentally gaining some surgery numbers."

Su Yun was dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's description, but saying it like that seemed not to be a big problem.

Actually, Zheng Ren was more interested in Sun Ming's Community Hospital; if he turned the Community Hospital into his own harem, the six Bed Positions in 912 could be reserved solely for post-op patients.

This way, patient turnover would be countless times faster.

Does this mean we have to grasp with both hands and be firm with both hands?

Perhaps; Zheng Ren actually hadn't thought that much.

Zheng Ren did not want Xie Yiren to go with him to the United States Mayo Clinic.

Actually, there's really nothing good about going; fly over to do surgery, then nonstop fly to Germany, then fly back to do the second-stage TIPS Surgery.

Exhausted like a dog, with jet lag taking several days to recover—what's fun about that?

The main point is flying back and forth, just doing one surgery, and the Mayo Clinic side only said to have Zheng Ren bring an assistant, without mentioning an instrument nurse.

Actually, the instrument nurse clause could have been added in the initial agreement, but Zheng Ren felt that bringing the whole team on the first visit to the Mayo Clinic would be too ostentatious.

This matter should be postponed for later.

After eating, they watched a drama for a while; in less than half an hour, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already yawning nonstop.

The TV drama was really boring.

If it weren't for Ming needing a Flying Knife tomorrow, seeing Su Yun like that, I'd definitely drag Chang Yue out for skewers and drinks.

A night without alcohol is very boring for Su Yun.

After returning, he rested early; Zheng Ren lay in bed reviewing the surgery process. There was no problem; the completion couldn't reach perfection, nor was it humanly possible, and Zheng Ren didn't dwell on it.

He opened his phone, exchanged goodnight greetings with Xiao Yi Ren, and habitually glanced at his hand Q.

The little boy said there were no updates, but many photos had been added—none of him, just various seaside creatures.

It looks like he had a great time playing at the beach this time.

As long as he's happy, that's fine; Zheng Ren satisfiedly put away his phone and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next morning, Zheng Ren was having breakfast when the phone rang.

He picked up the phone and glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number.

Strange, Zheng Ren answered the call.

"Doctor Zheng, hello." The voice was very familiar; it was Zou Jia Hua.

"Oh, Mr. Zou, what's up?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I don't plan to be discharged." Zou Jia Hua said with a smile; he seemed to be in a good mood.

Not being discharged is fine; staying in the special-needs ward, Zheng Ren thought. The cost of the special-needs ward is high for ordinary people, but for a tycoon like Zou Jia Hua, it's quite ordinary.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren just gave a faint hum. He fully displayed his talent for chatting someone to death at that moment.

On the other end, Zou Jia Hua was caught off guard; even someone seasoned in worldly affairs couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.

"Doctor Zheng, I'm downstairs at your place; shall we meet and talk in a bit?" Zou Jia Hua felt that communicating by phone seemed to have some obstacle, but he wasn't angry and spoke gently.

Seems troublesome, Zheng Ren thought.

He responded, hung up the phone. The purchased ticket was for noon; in the morning he could still check around the wards, then leave and still make it.

Even if he had to go to the United States for a Flying Knife, not checking on patients early in the morning still made him feel Uncomfortable. Especially since he'd just performed a Shou Bing yesterday; although he was confident, he still needed to take a look to feel at ease.

If we talk about money, compared to the consultation fees of Zou Jia Hua and the Mayo Clinic, the patients currently in 912 are hardly worth mentioning. But in Zheng Ren's heart, they're all patients, all people needing treatment, with not much difference.

After eating, Xiao Yi Ren drove, taking Chang Yue to the Hospital. Zheng Ren and Su Yun then went downstairs directly to look for Zou Jia Hua.

A stretched Lincoln, somewhat old-fashioned, was parked in the Golden Palm residential area, with three black cars following front and back.

Zheng Ren knew that one of them was a private doctor's car, surely loaded with all kinds of 120 Emergency equipment and medicine.

Although Zheng Ren judged that Zou Jia Hua was fine, he still remained very cautious.

"Doctor Zheng, this way, please." The Navy Blue Suit had been waiting outside the car for a long time; seeing Zheng Ren finally come downstairs, he put on a gentle smile, slightly bowed, and made a gesturing invitation.

"No need for courtesy." Zheng Ren habitually returned the gesture, then stepped onto the black Lincoln.

"Doctor Zheng, your time is precious; let's get straight to the point." Zou Jia Hua said with a smile: "Last night I thought long and hard, felt that discharge was still not safe, so I decided to go to the United States with you."

Zheng Ren frowned.

"The original agreement had related clauses; you can consult a lawyer." Seeing Zheng Ren's expression turn slightly solemn, Zou Jia Hua immediately smiled: "Please don't misunderstand; this clause is only beneficial to you."

"Oh?"

"The medical fee is 100,000 RMB per day; if there's a rescue, it's calculated separately." Zou Jia Hua said: "The rest of the expenses are also covered by the Zou Group. I think, whether from a doctor-patient perspective or from your personal financial standpoint, there's no downside."

Zheng Ren thought it over; it seemed to be the case.

"Alright then, you don't need me to book your ticket, right?" Zheng Ren said with a laugh, cracking a cold joke.

In an instant, Su Yun almost buried her head between her legs; her own Boss really can't make conversation.

Zou Jia Hua obviously didn't get the cold joke's meaning, because… people he interacts with rarely talk about ticket money.

"That's right; your ticket can also be refunded." Zou Jia Hua said: "I've applied for the flight route, preparing to take a private jet. Of course, if you have no objections."

"A private jet?" Zheng Ren knew about it, but never imagined he'd have a chance in his lifetime to come into contact with this rich person's high-end toy.