Chapter 1173: with translation of chapter title

Arriving at the Intervention Department, they stopped exchanging pleasantries, even Hu Hai fell silent, and Zheng Ren began looking at the films.

Watching Zheng Ren stand before the viewer, focusing intently on the films, Liu Xiao Jie felt a bit dazed.

The professor beside him, with graying temples, stood as carefully and cautiously as a student; from his back one could see a respect that sprang from deep within his Inner Mind.

This Boss Zheng indeed had his sayings, Liu Xiao Jie thought to herself.

While looking and communicating, patient relatives would occasionally point and whisper at the doorway.

Liu Xiao Jie listened sideways, hearing roughly that the professor who came today was an overseas returnee, a professor from the hospital ranked world number one, and such talk.

Moreover, there were things one couldn't even hear properly, like saying the doctor reading the films looked young, that he just took good care of himself, when in fact he was already over seventy.

No matter what matter, once it is spread abroad, it ends up distorted beyond recognition, even the parties involved can't tell. Liu Xiao Jie really wanted to ask that speaker how someone over seventy could maintain themselves to look like twenty-something.

Zheng Ren not only looked at the films, but also examined various test results.

Gao Shaojie was very familiar with Zheng Ren's habits; all test preparations were complete, and whenever Zheng Ren needed, he would casually report the numbers without even looking at the lab slips.

What thorough preparation this is, Liu Xiao Jie marveled. Even if she herself were a clinical intern, and had to do major rounds the next day, she wouldn't memorize every lab slip.

Yet this Professor Gao could actually achieve this; it was obvious that more of it was respect for Boss Zheng, even reverence.

There were only six patients undergoing TIPS Surgery, and Zheng Ren quickly finished reviewing their films and lab slips. Gao Shaojie's work was meticulous, leaving Zheng Ren nothing to fault. After checking all the patients and confirming everything was correct, he sent the first patient to Shou Bing.

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Di Du, 912, Intervention Department.

Zheng Ren wasn't there; he had just returned from abroad, and his sickbed was rarely empty.

Chang Yue was bored, wandering east and west, her eyes occasionally darting to patients walking back and forth in the hallway; she really wanted to grab someone for a chat.

"I say, why don't you just sit still for a while?" Su Yun looked down on Chang Yue's behavior, saying, "If you had time, you could read a book, study for a graduate exam—undergraduates have no future otherwise."

"Future?" Chang Yue turned, adjusted her glasses, and seriously looked at Su Yun, saying, "You, who drink heavily every day and play games, are talking to me about the future?"

"Hey, what do you mean by drinking heavily?" Su Yun said unhappily.

"Right, it's not heavy drinking. With your pathetic tolerance, if I hadn't stopped you last night, you would have drunk too much again."

"It wasn't last night; it was this morning, four hours ago." Su Yun corrected seriously, "Besides, I'm still far from being drunk—look how sober I am now."

"In my view, if you had time you should really be reading. The rising star of Di Du's Cardiothoracic Surgery, suppressed to death by Chief Zheng—aren't you embarrassed?"

"I have my own plans; it's none of your business." Su Yun pursed her lips, and at that moment her phone rang.

He took out his phone, answered the call, and hurried away.

Chang Yue watched Su Yun change clothes and leave the hospital, let out a yawn; during the dozens of hours that Zheng Ren and Xiao Yi Ren were absent, she and Su Yun had two drinking sessions.

This guy is just a lazy, good-for-nothing type, talking to himself about the future.

The salary at 912 is quite high; I live comfortably, very satisfied—this is the best future, what else could one need? Chang Yue believes contentment brings happiness, and fundamentally needs nothing else.

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Su Yun changed clothes and hurriedly left the 912 Hospital.

She didn't take a vehicle, but took a side path to the restaurant behind, found the little eatery that prepares pig liver, and knocked on the door with a series of thuds.

"Wait, wait, don't break the door." The Boss wiped his hands on his apron, hurried over, and opened the door.

"Yun Ge'er, why are you so irritable?" The Boss, who had become acquainted with Su Yun at some point, called out "Yun Ge'er" in an especially pleasant tone.

"Where's the stuff?"

"I've got it ready for you, Yun Ge'er; this morning I personally watched them slaughter the pig and take the liver. I said you doctors supposedly use white mice for experiments, so why are you coming here to mess with liver?"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand." Su Yun laughed, looking at the boss, and said, "In a few days I might need some more; then you can charge whatever you like."

"You say that, it's just a fresh pig liver—what could I possibly charge a lot for?"

"I'm not buying it; I'm just making the introduction—either way it's extra income for you, whether you want to earn or not." Su Yun took the plastic bag from a sturdy middle-aged man about forty, laughed, and said, "Old Zhang, your physique is looking even stronger."

"Hehe." The middle-aged man gave a simple smile, his hand resting on the back of his head, still with a bit of blood.

Su Yun didn't chat much more with the boss and the workers, grabbed the fresh liver, called a car, and went straight to Golden Palm's home.

Er Hei stuck out his tongue, panting, lunged forward, and showed affection to Su Yun.

"Be good, I'll boil some liver for you later." Su Yun patted Er Hei's head.

Er Hei seemed to understand Su Yun's words, squatted on the ground without causing trouble. Su Yun smiled, placed the pig liver on the cutting board, but instead of picking up a kitchen knife, she took from the bedroom the handle Zheng Ren had said to keep separate for dissection, then took a blade and a pair of sterile gloves.

She lit a cigarette, held it in her mouth, put on the sterile gloves, and began the dissection.

"233 dollars, that's really expensive," Su Yun muttered to herself.

Watching Zheng Ren perform the dissection, it wasn't that difficult; Su Yun confirmed she had seen all the details and could do them herself.

Zheng Ren and Xiao Yi Ren had run back to Hai Cheng; being idle and bored, it was a good chance to practice dissection.

Although she was sure she had learned it, and that picking it up would already surpass most people, Su Yun still didn't dare say she was definitely stronger than Zheng Ren.

That monster, Su Yun pursed her lips, and moreover knew how to be pretentious—is this something a surgical dog should do?

After asking Wang Zong, she learned that Zheng Ren hadn't been idle upon returning, having performed many surgeries. This guy only knows how to do surgery, really knows nothing else. Yet surgery and dissection are genuinely well done by him, giving Su Yun a faint sense of crisis.

I have always been the object of others' admiration, but since meeting Zheng Ren I seem to have grown accustomed to his strength, which is wrong.

The strongest person should be me, Su Yun narrowed her eyes, tilted her head slightly to one side, cigarette held in her mouth. Her hand was steady, her dissection movements delicate, half a fresh pig liver being peeled apart thread by thread.

This wasn't ordinary dissection, but the method Zheng Ren displayed when giving a Lesson.

If only looking at knife skill, even Zheng Ren would be a little surprised; this should be me doing the dissection.

Who would have thought that Su Yun, who had never done this kind of dissection before, upon picking it up was already approaching Zheng Ren's level? She must surpass that guy; while focusing on the dissection, she thought to herself.

Su Yun's hand movements were very gentle, her eyes unconsciously narrowing, the cigarette had burned down to the filter, not a speck of ash fell, steady as could be, like his two hands.