Chapter 1132: with translation of chapter title

In the night, the 912 ward was brightly lit.

The flow of people wasn't as heavy as during the day, but the crowds were still thick and steady, a scene of bustling activity.

Xie Yiren and Zheng Ren

Zheng Ren's hand was still ice‑cold, his brow furrowed as if wrestling with a difficult decision. He didn't see Xie Yiren's gaze, but instinctively he took her small hand, interlocking their fingers, gripping it tightly and firmly.

It felt as if he were holding the whole world, and if he let go, he would be abandoned.

Su Yun, Chang Yue, Xie Yiren, and the boss

Xie Yiren nodded, lightly patting Zheng Ren's hand with her left palm, and said, "I'm waiting for you here."

Zheng Ren felt a bit dazed, his mind filled with countless thoughts, yet he merely nodded instinctively.

Su Yun, Chang Yue, Mayo Clinic, Charles, and Zheng Ren

By sheer coincidence, on his return he happened to run into Director Miao; a string of fortuitous events came together, resulting in the present situation.

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The Boss is somewhat obstinate; once he latches onto an idea he pushes forward boldly and relentlessly—a strength that is also a weakness.

Su Yun, Zheng Ren, Rongcheng, and the Nobel Prize

But there are also bad places, like right now.

Su Yun felt a headache coming on; this was a major event that would overturn his worldview. Zheng Ren, this guy… he wasn't just talking nonsense; it was very likely that when he said he'd do basic research, he'd actually go do it tomorrow.

Mayo Clinic

Of course, the reason he didn't just walk away, Su Yun judged, was because Xie Yiren was there; there was also a lingering concern and a bond.

"Boss, what do you think Director Miao's condition is like?" The two climbed the stairs from the underground parking lot; the echo in the stairwell was continuous, and if they sang a song, it would surely sound beautiful.

"After getting past the first hurdle, we now face the correction process following severe hemorrhagic shock—this is something you're more professional at than I am." Zheng Ren said indifferently.

"I'm asking about other body parts—could there be any missed diagnoses? So far, it seems only a bedside X‑ray has been done."

"Let's go take a look; the head is a major issue, but as long as neurosurgery says it's fine, I think there's a good chance he'll pull through." Zheng Ren said.

Hearing Zheng Ren say that, Su Yun felt somewhat reassured.

Su Yun knew just how monstrous their Boss was; as long as Zheng Ren said there was no problem, then there really was no problem. Neurosurgery—the neurosurgery in 912 was still quite good, its Technique not inferior to that of specialty hospitals like Tiantan Hospital or Sanbo Hospital.

Taking the Elevator, they arrived at the ICU, and Su Yun pressed the doorbell.

After changing clothes, the two walked in side by side.

Su Yun felt some Tension; the aura emanating from Zheng Ren beside her was absolutely not the usual kind.

At Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, when he went to the ICU together with him, Zheng Ren exuded a vibrant emotion.

Hope, anticipation, anxiety—these are not what a mature doctor should have; Su Yun at the time even complained about Zheng Ren, as a mature doctor, one should always remain aloof.

But now, the aura emanating from Zheng Ren had turned aloof, and Su Yun again felt something was off.

People, sigh… Su Yun sighed inwardly; he did not want to suppress the overall atmosphere again. It was enough; the Boss this guy had also wimped out—let's just get better soon.

Upon entering the ICU, the eyes of several busy little nurses lit up with a swish!

The air, the bangs, moved without wind, exuding a breath of spring.

"Yun Ge'er, how did you come?" a bold little nurse summoned her courage, her face flushed, and asked softly.

"I came to accompany my Boss to see Director Miao." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren was a bit dazed, but not confused; he saw and heard, feeling a bit Strange in his heart—when had Su Yun become so familiar with the ICU's little nurses?

A single 'Yun Ge'er' call was clear and pleasant, like an oriole's song, touching the heart.

"Zheng Lao Ban?" a voice came, carrying a hint of bewildered excitement.

By a hospital bed, Yu Zong lifted his head, his eyes red-rimmed, exhausted to the Bone.

"How's the situation?" Zheng Ren asked while glancing at the System Panel.

The background color of the System Panel was no longer a pallid white with a hint of red, but had turned into a glaring red.

Just being able to see the red is good, good……

Normally, red signified a patient's grave condition, but now it had become a sign of life's hope, and Zheng Ren felt somewhat relieved.

Although still in the danger period, being able to survive until now meant that the remaining hope outweighed despair.

He came beside Director Miao, took a look; the ventilator assisted breathing, and the ECG Monitor's indicators were not very stable, yet they proved Director Miao was still alive.

Being alive, that's good.

Zheng Ren believed in the overall Technique level of 912; as long as one was alive, there was a possibility. Moreover, as time passed, the likelihood of recovery and discharge grew greater.

Recovery is merely a relative term; being able to be discharged is already quite good.

After inquiring about some postoperative conditions, looking at dozens of emergency postoperative lab values, and checking the medication situation, Zheng Ren then nodded.

"Yu Zong, want a cigarette?" Zheng Ren asked.

Yu Zong glanced at Director Miao and nodded.

The three walked out, found a corner to smoke and chat; watching the three backs disappear, voices of discussion came from inside the ICU.

"Yun Ge'er is really handsome; I feel my heart has been captured by him."

"Don't daydream; I've heard that Yun Ge'er is famous for passing through a crowd of flowers without a single leaf sticking to him—suave but not vulgar, truly perfect."

"Look at you lovestruck fools; when Yun Ge'er smiles, doesn't your soul fly away?"

"And you're talking about me; back then, weren't your eyes also glazed over?"

The little nurses hurriedly changed IVs, suctioned phlegm, turned patients, and patted their backs, all while chatting and laughing.

Su Yun's arrival added a splash of brightness to the ICU's pallid hue.

"Who came with Yun Ge'er? I heard Yun Ge'er call him Boss."

"Who knows? Probably just joking; could there be such a young Boss?"

"No, Yu Zong said the same; he was also looking at the various emergency exam results. I'd say the scene really resembles a senior director making rounds."

The ICU on-duty doctor adjusted his glasses and corrected, saying: "He's Zheng Lao Ban from the Intervention Department, very skilled."

"So young, how high can his skill possibly go?" the little nurse scolded.

"Look at what you're saying—Su Yun's skill is high too, yet you don't call him Boss. You think being Boss, anyone would dare to answer?" the ICU on-duty doctor laughed: "If it were me, I wouldn't dare to answer."