Chapter 1101: with translation of chapter title

1073 Ning Shu? Should be called Brother Ning.

The car went around a long distance, listening to the professor talk about which famous people had walked each small road, Zheng Ren felt his head getting a bit big. Arriving at a secluded seaside hotel, the professor tossed the car keys to the attendant and went in with Zheng Ren.

Su Yun was happily drinking, and the red wine bottle that Zheng Ren couldn't name seemed to be recounting what had just happened.

"Boss, I'm back." Su Yun laughed: "Fugui'er, your skills here aren't great either—how could a stent cause such a big issue?"

"Yun Ge'er, right." Professor Rudolf Wagner denied, saying: "Stent surgery looks simple, but not just anyone can be dumbfounded."

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, being stunned… MD, how many years had it been since he himself said that word? Coming out of the professor's mouth, it was so Harmony.

"Zheng Ren, come sit here." Xie Ning waved at Zheng Ren, gesturing for him to sit down.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and Xie Ning, the light in her eyes especially bright.

Zheng Ren felt a bit dizzy, in a daze, he smiled at Xie Ning, walked over and sat down, saying: "Ning Shu, I'm late, sorry."

Xie Ning felt Strange, there was also a big shot like Zou Jia Hua at the table, but Zheng Ren only spoke to himself.

Xie Ning didn't sneak a glance at Zou Jia Hua, but Xie Ning could feel that the atmosphere at the table hadn't changed much; it seemed Zou Jia Hua wasn't angry about Zheng Ren's impoliteness.

Somewhat interesting, this cheap son-in-law—foolish people have foolish blessings, he didn't bring trouble upon himself, indeed interesting. Xie Ning smiled at Zheng Ren, picked up the wine bottle, about to pour him a drink.

"Ning Shu, stop." Zheng Ren pushed with both hands, politely saying: "I don't drink alcohol."

"Not much else, in a foreign land, you're still thinking about doing emergency surgery?" Xie Ning said with a smile, but his hand didn't withdraw, showing Persistence.

I really don't drink alcohol.

"Nonsense, old gentlemen who don't drink?" Xie Ning scolded, persisting in pouring wine for Zheng Ren. His tone and actions were just right, stepping near Zheng Ren's bottom line—refusing was uncomfortable, not refusing was also uncomfortable.

Su Yun gazed at Zheng Ren and Xie Ning with a squinting smile, thinking, this Boss of ours really is a face‑blind idiot. Usually I thought he was pretending, but today I see he truly is face‑blind, in the late stage, the kind that's utterly incurable, terminal.

"After leaving Pengxi Xiang, where did you go?" Xie Ning asked while pouring wine.

This topic instantly bridged the distance; Zheng Ren began to recount haltingly. Not long after, Su Yun started to pick up the thread and speak.

From Pengxi Xiang to the Provincial Hospital, along the way they'd experienced how many matters, performed how many Shou Bing, clear as day, vivid in memory.

When mentioning Director Jiang, everyone felt deeply moved; Director Jiang almost sacrificed himself in the Pengxi Township Hospital. There was struggle, sweat, sacrifice, and gain; Zou Jia Hua looked at these people, feeling much emotion inside.

Su Yun frequently raised his cup, much more lively than usual. Zou Jia Hua rarely drank, just taking a sip for form's sake. Xie Ning, however, stared at Zheng Ren and forcibly poured him three and a half li of red wine.

If it were usual, Zheng Ren definitely wouldn't drink this much. But speaking of his days on the front lines, his mind seemed to fly back to Rongcheng, returning to the all‑day grind where there was no time to eat, amid that fervent passion.

Three and a half li of red wine, for Su Yun it was just a mouth rinse; but for Zheng Ren it was already excessive.

As the conversation grew lively, Zheng Ren, face flushed and neck thick, put his arm around Xie Ning's shoulder and sincerely said: "Ning Shu, back then you helped a lot."

"What do I owe you?" Xie Ning chuckled.

Zheng Ren's Technique level was enough; supporting the family counted as a matter, he wasn't a freeloader. But when marrying off a daughter, another important point is the son‑in‑law's character.

Today I want to see what kind of character this son‑in‑law, who hasn't yet entered the family, has.

"If it weren't for you in Pengxi Xiang, many people probably wouldn't have been saved." Zheng Ren said: "Don't look at me staying in the Operating Room every day, but I'm clear in my heart."

Not that serious.

"How could it not be? The Provincial Hospital side isn't as orderly as the Pengxi Township Hospital. Who's lacking? Isn't it you?" Zheng Ren said very sincerely and earnestly.

As he spoke, Zheng Ren raised his cup, found the wine cup empty, then started looking for the wine bottle.

Su Yun continued to gaze at Zheng Ren with a squinting smile, began to look for wine to drink himself; this was truly reaching the limit, even exceeding it.

This is a test for the Boss; I can't really say anything. If I meddle, I'm afraid my family will have a hard time getting in later.

Having such a father-in-law, the Boss's luck doesn't seem great either, Su Yun thought.

"Ning Shu, come, let me toast you." Zheng Ren's face was flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, his speech a bit incoherent.

Xie Ning raised his cup, clinked it with Zheng Ren's, and drained it in one gulp.

"Ning Shu, you're so young, you really shouldn't be called 'uncle.' Keep calling yourself that and you'll just make yourself old."

"What should I call you then?"

"You should call me Brother Ning." Zheng Ren said, also downing the wine in his cup.

Su Yun almost covered his eyes.

It's practically a car crash scene, horrible to behold. The Boss's words were truly damn tough! If you've got the guts, keep calling.

"Your age is what it is; better to call you uncle, it's not taking advantage of you." Xie Ning brushed the matter aside lightly, not angry, "Let's talk about something serious."

"Huh?"

"Little Zheng, do you know anything about robotic arms?" Xie Ning suddenly changed the subject.

"No, I've only read in journals about using the Da Vinci robot to perform Shou Bing. But Interventional surgery relies on tactile feel; I estimate current technology will need a few more years before a robot capable of Interventional surgery appears."

"Lately, besides looking at Prosthesis, I've also looked at robotics companies." Xie Ning asked.

"Are you interested in this?"

"Hmm." Xie Ning said solemnly: "5G is about to be rolled out on a large scale. Besides making gaming smoother, have you thought of other uses?"

"..." Zheng Ren really froze this time—not because he hadn't thought of it, but because he hadn't expected Xie Ning to be interested in such a thing.

Talking to himself about 5G, then about robotic arms... Could it be... this Brother Ning... Ning Shu, is actually kind of interesting.

"Are you thinking of remote operation?" Zheng Ren probed.

Xie Ning smiled and nodded.

"With current technology, remote operation is not feasible. But once 5G is fully rolled out, if you sit in 912, you could remotely operate a robotic arm to perform Shou Bing on patients anywhere." Xie Ning laughed: "How about it, Zheng Ren, are you interested in this Technique?"

Saying this, Zou Jia Hua suddenly interjected.

"The application of 5G in medicine has vast prospects; I've also done some research on it."

"I think it's feasible; the Da Vinci robot is already gradually being deployed domestically." Zheng Ren put down his cup, speaking seriously: "But using the Da Vinci robot to perform Shou Bing now has some..."

"Taking off one's pants just to fart." Xie Ning laughed loudly, uttering a vulgar remark.

The words are crude but the meaning isn't; that's actually the case.