Chapter 1103: 1075 ∞

Huang Hua insisted on taking Zheng Ren to a casino and a nightclub with pole dancing, but he could not read any coy reluctance from Zheng Ren's eyes, only irritation and disgust.

Really strange, is there still a man not interested in these things? Huang Hua couldn't insist either, so he could only send Zheng Ren back to the hotel.

Zheng Ren, exhausted, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The True Eye had overdrawn too much of his energy, leaving him feeling completely drained. Even so, he forced himself to stay alert, performed a surgery, an extremely high-difficulty interventional surgery, and was still listless.

Moreover, having drunk some alcohol, when talking about performing surgery with a robotic arm, Zheng Ren was squeezing out his last bit of energy.

As for pole dancing and such, he actually wanted to watch, just for the fun of it. Life, after all, is about going out and seeing things; if he doesn't watch now, will he really have to wait until marriage, taking Xiao Yi Ren to watch?

Zheng Ren certainly doesn't have a death-seeking trait.

Just that he was too tired; Huang Hua did take him to two places, but he couldn't muster any energy, didn't notice anything off about Huang Hua's behavior, just wanted to rest. Besides, those two places were too noisy, and Zheng Ren didn't like them.

From now on, he really can't use the True Eye anymore; he's too exhausted, and that's the only thought in Zheng Ren's mind.

……

Xie Ning was chatting with Su Yun, and he was quite sure Su Yun wasn't playing with her phone, not even touching it.

An hour later, his phone chimed once.

He seemed to absentmindedly pick up his phone, glance at it, then put it down. While he continued chatting with Su Yun, he felt doubtful inside.

In the message Huang Hua sent, there was only an ∞ symbol.

What's going on?

Huang Hua is not some exchange student; he is a student of a psychology master that Xie Ning met years ago, and now serves as HR for a newly established company.

He is skilled in psychological suggestion and hypnosis, and has a very complex table for evaluating new company staff. Although the table is very complex, the score finally given to Xie Ning is quite simple.

Generally it's 3-9 points, 6 is passing; few score below 3, and nobody above 9.

If Xie Ning is interested in this person, Huang Hua will also attach additional materials, evaluating from various angles.

But the ∞ symbol, Xie Ning has never encountered it before.

What does it mean? Could it be that this cheap son-in-law's character has become this good?

Although he was just sending him back, Xie Ning trusts the judgment of a psychology expert. Various microexpressions plus psychological suggestion, and Zheng Ren rarely drinks alcohol.

Well, his drinking tolerance is average, yet he actually put his arm around my shoulder and called me Ning Ge. Ge, is that something you can call me?

Xie Ning thought and thought, a faint smile appeared on his face. Just a hint, fleeting, but Su Yun keenly caught it.

Boss's luck is really good! Su Yun sighed inwardly.

Fortunately I'm not meddlesome, otherwise I might have caused some trouble.

Thus, the drinking became even more smooth. The wine had been swapped for German specialty beer, one glass after another of pure yellow beer—this is life, Su Yun felt his whole body much more comfortable.

……

……

Di Du, in a private room of a hotel, the air was a bit cold, like a winter without heating.

"Zhao Wenhua, I need an explanation!" Section Chief Mao looked at Zhao Wenhua and said flatly.

The two had a past; twenty-seven years ago, while in school, they were lovers. But later Section Chief Mao was a junior college graduate, still in nursing, and graduated a few years earlier. She then proposed a breakup and married a middle-aged man. Zhao Wenhua also soon after graduation married someone who could help him stay in Di Du, considered an amicable split, to everyone's satisfaction.

Although both gave up love for the future, that initial sweet, bittersweet feeling remained deep in their hearts.

Over these years, they have merely interacted as ordinary friends, even more so the relationship between agency leaders and clinical professors.

When Zhao Wenhua was utterly at a loss and resorted to this trump card just to disgust Zheng Ren, he also hesitated.

But having been crushed all the way by Zheng Ren, Zhao Wenhua's thoughts went down a dead end; as long as he could disgust Zheng Ren, he was willing to do anything.

After the dean's office meeting adjourned, he received no news, only a call from Section Chief Mao inviting him to meet up.

Zhao Wenhua knew, perhaps the matter had been settled.

He originally wanted to reminisce, recall the sweetness of those days. Although he couldn't, but since he was asking for a favor, saying some insincere sweet words was appropriate.

To disgust others, one must first disgust oneself.

But the situation was completely different from what Zhao Wenhua imagined; upon entering, he saw Section Chief Mao's face, as cold as frost.

"Explanation?" Zhao Wenhua stared for a moment.

"You didn't say Zheng Ren went to the Mayo Clinic, that Longwind Micro-creation paid for it, and he went on a trip?" Section Chief Mao lifted her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly, the mascara a bit clumped, gathering at the tips, making her look like she'd applied poor heavy makeup.

"Yeah, that's true." Zhao Wenhua tried to argue desperately, but by the time the words reached his lips, only a feeble rebuttal remained.

"Really?"

"……"

"Damn it, can't you stop harming people!" Section Chief Mao's repressed emotions burst out: "Do you know how much pressure I've been under! Do you even know?"

Zhao Wenhua froze.

Zheng Ren is just a surgery‑only dog; does he really need to bear that much pressure? If East Tumor really made a move, it could be a windfall, maybe even worthwhile.

But this isn't East Tumor merely having an intention; they haven't acted yet.

"During the meeting, Ye Qingqiu received news that the Mayo Clinic had hired Zheng Ren as a visiting professor." Section Chief Mao quickly calmed down, her eyes frosty, looking at Zhao Wenhua, she simply stated a fact.

Her words were simple, but to Zhao Wenhua's ears it felt as if goose‑feather snow were falling throughout the room.

Cold,

Cold to the point of being deadly.

Zhao Wenhua felt his thoughts frozen, his brain like a big lump of ice, stiff and icy, utterly unable to think.

Mayo Clinic?

Visiting professor?

Real or fake? Over these years, have any domestic doctors become foreign visiting professors? There are some, but basically they're just from obscure small hospitals, used to gild their façade.

And the Mayo Clinic……visiting professor……

Zhao Wenhua was about to cry.

That little snake that used to just cross the river in his view had snatched his bed position, yet the young doctor who had spoken a few kind words to him didn't even know when he had become such a monster?

A huge shadow appeared in Zhao Wenhua's heart, enveloping the surroundings, boundless terror spreading outward.

His body began to tremble, growing increasingly violent.

Section Chief Mao looked at Zhao Wenhua with some disgust; seeing him tremble involuntarily, he felt even more irritated, not even wanting to glance at him again.

He stood up and left quietly.

People like him are better off kept far away—they truly bring trouble. Fortunately, I made the right choice back then; a few days ago, in a moment of bewilderment, I agreed to him—truly a moment of bewilderment!

Section Chief Mao walked out of the hotel, his mind constantly thinking about how to improve relations with Zheng Ren and Zheng Lao Ban.

Although it's somewhat embarrassing, being able to bend and stretch is necessary.