Chapter 1130: 1101 Big Deal

Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and the big black dog showed affection for a while, then stood up, his face full of a gentle smile.

"Boss Zheng," Lin JiaoJiao called out.

Zheng Ren nodded and gave a slight bow, saying, "Sister Lin, thank you for your thought."

"It's nothing," Lin JiaoJiao laughed. "After the earthquake relief efforts, it was retired. I happened to be dining with a few friends in Rongcheng when I heard about this, so I asked Director Kong to contact them and handle the adoption procedures. It could have been brought earlier, but I didn't expect the paperwork to be so troublesome, causing this delay."

Zheng Ren was somewhat blunt, and in such situations he didn't know what to say.

"What's its name?" Su Yun asked.

"It's really common, called Heizi," Lin JiaoJiao said. "Boss Zheng can give it a new name."

"No need, Heizi is fine," Zheng Ren said, rubbing the dog's head and smiling.

"Boss Zheng, please come inside," Lin JiaoJiao said, ushering the group into the house.

This place is also a hidden gem—ordinary-looking from the outside, but the interior is decorated with elegant simplicity, making one feel relaxed.

After sitting down, Heizi crouched between Zheng Ren and Su Yun, seeming unwilling to leave even a step. Zheng Ren's hand rested on the dog's head, gradually calming down.

A chef wearing a tall hat pushed a cart to the table and cooked steaks on the spot.

The steak was fresh and delicious, the wine top-notch, and Chang Yue and Su Yun drank happily. Zheng Ren took a bite, fed Heizi a bite, and was quite content himself.

When they were about sixty percent full, Lin JiaoJiao asked, "Boss Zheng, do you still remember the girl named Zhou Meng whom you operated on last time?"

"The one who lost weight, got a tumor, and then committed suicide?" Zheng Ren asked.

He has no trouble recalling names, no matter how distant the event, but when it comes to recognizing faces, sorry, he doesn't even remember people he met yesterday.

"Mm, Boss Zheng has a good memory," Lin JiaoJiao smiled. "Zhou Meng's father asked me to inquire whether the tumor in that location can be treated with embolization."

Zheng Ren was a bit puzzled, glancing at Director Kong and then at Lin JiaoJiao.

With Director Kong present, this should have been clarified long ago—what medicine is Lin JiaoJiao selling in her gourd?

Director Kong set down his glass and said, "What I mean is it can't be done; at most we can only do perfusion chemotherapy, then see how things go. But Zhou Zhen still isn't giving up, especially after hearing that Boss Zheng was appointed a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic—this isn't just looking for you to take a glance, is it?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and sighed, "Interventional surgery isn't possible; if it weren't for the suicide attempt, with no other health issues, we could do a regular surgical operation."

"Fine, I'll just tell him that," Lin JiaoJiao said, not pressing further. As someone half in the medical field, she knows what to do, but she can't ignore social niceties—she needs to hear a word from Boss Zheng.

Moreover, this is just a prelude; there's the main matter. If she brought it up directly, it would seem too abrupt. Lin JiaoJiao feels her relationship with Boss Zheng isn't that close yet, and being too direct would never be good.

"Boss Zheng, can you perform gastric band surgery?" Lin JiaoJiao asked.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"It's not just a friend's child; like Zhou Meng, they're also insisting on losing weight. Seeing Zhou Meng's case frightened the adults at home, and I really worry the kids will go blindly to the underground black clinic in Xianggang for surgery." Lin JiaoJiao sighed, carefully observing Zheng Ren's expression.

"If they simply want to lose weight, they don't need surgery—no minimally invasive procedure required," Zheng Ren said.

"Embolize the left gastric artery?" Director Kong asked.

"Mm," Zheng Ren nodded.

"This procedure still carries serious complications," Director Kong said. "Moreover, the requirements for embolization are high, Boss Zheng..."

Zheng Ren nodded, "Then let's admit them and schedule the surgery for a day."

Speaking of surgery, Zheng Ren's left hand, which was rubbing the dog's head, twitched slightly, his expression dimming.

"Boss Zheng, don't dwell on it too much," Director Kong advised. "Life must go on; your generation of doctors is fine, but we old fogies just can't seem to move on."

As Director Kong spoke, he also felt a bit sorrowful; although today was mainly to help Lin JiaoJiao, bringing this up still affected his emotions.

"Back then, there were few doctors, and their status was high—everyone who saw them showed respect; that was when things were truly good." Director Kong gazed out the window; the night was deep, the road ahead pitch black, nothing visible.

"So Old Miao probably developed that habit back then—saving lives and healing the wounded is a must. The more respect one receives, the greater the price one must pay."

"Times have changed, unknowingly so. Just like the huge shifts between the 70s and 90s, but after the internet society arrived, every change has become countless times faster than before. We old fogies still carry that heart of saving lives and healing wounds, but..." Director Kong grew somewhat excited, patting his chest with a thumping sound.

"Director, director, please..." Lin JiaoJiao hurried to console him.

Director Kong shook his head.

"Now saving lives and healing wounds requires following rules—who knows when you'll step on a landmine! Boss Zheng, you're still young, you must be careful in this regard." Director Kong finally lowered his head with a gloomy tone.

Zheng Ren felt a pang of pain, thinking of Director Miao lying in a pool of blood; his fingers stiffened as they rested on Heizi's head.

Heizi seemed to sense Zheng Ren's bad mood, lifted his head and licked his hand to offer comfort.

"Director, look at you—I had an accident long ago, didn't I?" Lin JiaoJiao, who had also been beaten years ago before going into business, understood Director Kong's feelings and advised, "Life is just about getting by; as long as we live comfortably, that's enough."

"Look after oneself, look after oneself," Director Kong murmured twice, then fell silent.

"Director Kong, let's not talk about unhappy things—come, drink!" Su Yun raised her wine glass, smiled slightly, and drained it in one gulp.

"Yun Ge'er, your drinking capacity is truly bottomless," Lin JiaoJiao laughed, and she also downed a cup.

"Sister Lin, you're the one who's bottomless—are you thinking of teaming up with the boss to do something, like tapping into the weight‑loss market?" Su Yun laid it out plainly, so no one would dwell on the Director Miao incident and feel gloomy.

"Yun Ge'er, with just this little thought, you're not just checking whether Boss Zheng can handle this, are you?" Lin JiaoJiao laughed, looking at Zheng Ren.

"It's still a grade‑four surgery; putting it in your clinic would probably be inappropriate." Zheng Ren hesitated a bit, then added, "One who often walks by the river inevitably gets wet shoes; being careful prevents major mistakes."

"How could I make Boss Zheng uncomfortable?" Lin JiaoJiao said. "The money for community renovation—I'll take a stake on my side; just give me 3‑5 beds, what do you think?"