Chapter 1194: 1162 Xiao Hu Has a Boyfriend

Sun Ming felt lucky to have saved his life, he calculated his private savings, and in the end gritted his teeth and said he would treat everyone to a meal.

This is the grace of saving a life; he saved that suicidal aunt, and also saved the dozen or so people up and down at the community hospital.

It's still appropriate to have a meal.

But as soon as he made the suggestion, Director Kong shot it down. Sun Ming repeatedly pleaded, sincere and earnest, and Director Kong reluctantly agreed.

If Sun Ming were to treat, it would definitely be a cheap street-side stall, and the food wouldn't be good. Making him fork out a few thousand bucks for a meal, he'd probably end up hospitalized in 912 the next day.

Except for big bosses like Lin JiaoJiao treating, our usual meals aren't that expensive.

To have him treat without causing injury, Su Yun worried for a long time, asking many people before deciding on a place to eat.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the director's office, made a round of patients, saw Chang Yue chatting happily with patients, smiling like a flower, and didn't disturb them, only wondering inwardly when Chang Yue would ever smile at him. As a junior doctor, constantly facing senior doctors with stern faces, this is too much.

Returning to the office, they saw Liu Zewei writing medical records with a worried, bitter expression.

"Old Liu, why are you so worried?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss Zheng, I… I haven't written medical records in over ten years." Liu Zewei sighed, saying: "Back when we wrote records by hand, we also just went through the motions. Doing a dozen or so records a day, with admissions and discharges, plus surgeries, nobody had the time to write them meticulously."

Zheng Ren knew Professor Liu was telling the truth. Back when doctor-patient relations weren't so tense, records were handwritten. A single large record took at least forty minutes, and it was the kind of thing you'd write and not even recognize what you'd written.

Just going through the motions, anyway it doesn't matter.

But with the worsening doctor-patient conflict, the emphasis on standardized medical record writing has been raised again and again, becoming increasingly important.

But by then Liu Zewei no longer had to write records himself.

Now having to pick it up from scratch, the difficulty is indeed not small.

"Old Liu, don't write it, let Chang Yue do it." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Liu Zewei's face grew solemn, he shook his head and rejected Zheng Ren's suggestion. As a trainee doctor, how could there be any reason not to write medical records?

Wanting to learn surgery, I must leave a good impression on Boss Zheng. I don't have Gao Shaojie's luck, but coming to 912 is surely a turning point in my life. Liu Zewei thinks this through clearly, starting from the simplest things.

Zheng Ren didn't insist either; if you want to write, go ahead—after all, it's Chang Yue's responsibility.

Actually Zheng Ren guessed that Chang Yue also didn't want Liu Zewei to write records, after all teaching someone something is a tedious affair; it's easier for Chang Yue to just do it herself.

The key point is that after teaching him, Liu Zewei left soon afterward, and he isn't even a 912 staff member, so there's really no need.

Just this little thought, Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to ponder it.

Finding his usual sunny spot to sit, Zheng Ren pretended to read a book while entering the System Space.

Since his intervention skill reached the peak, Zheng Ren hasn't properly examined the skill tree.

The peak-level skill tree, like the fusang tree, reaches straight to the heavens with no end in sight. In the quiet System Space, faint rustling of leaves can be heard, making one's heart pound.

Unbeknownst to him, it had already come to this; Zheng Ren also felt a sigh. He took stock of his meager skill points and experience points, feeling a bit empty inside.

After all, everyone's used to grand ambitions and lavish spending; without some experience points for self‑defense, Zheng Ren still worries about unexpected events catching him off guard.

Although his intervention skill has reached the peak, unmatched in the world, his general surgery skill is also at master level, not inferior to Professor Senyu of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan last year, belonging to world‑class standard, yet Zheng Ren still has some worries.

That's like trying to put two taels of sesame oil in a dog's belly.

However, Zheng Ren doesn't have any better options; aside from system quests, he can only rely on slowly grinding through the long‑term main line quest.

Entering the System Library to read, time trickled by as Zheng Ren read and pondered the technique for embolizing the gastric fundus and the left gastric artery.

For this procedure, you can't embolize too aggressively, otherwise gastric wall necrosis will occur. Nor can you be too light, otherwise you won't achieve local ischemia, and the effect of reduced gastric motility and digestion will be lacking.

His peak intervention skill immediately gave him a few ideas, but without surgical training time he couldn't experiment.

It seems Lin JiaoJiao's urgency won't help; he still needs to accumulate some surgical training time before he can experiment.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, the shift was over.

While arranging to go eat, Zheng Ren didn't bother with these details; he just hopped into Xiao Yi Ren's car and that was that.

Being able to go out for a meal is already not bad; what more could one ask of Boss Zheng?

Arriving at a mid‑range restaurant, Sun Ming asked everyone's tastes and dietary restrictions, then started ordering dishes.

Su Yun looked at Hu Yan Hui with a grin and asked, "Xiao Hu, spill it—what's the happy news?"

There were quite a few people, but all familiar—part of Zheng Ren's usual circle. Hu Yan Hui was a bit embarrassed, her face flushed dark, yet she whispered her reply.

"Isn't it just that I found a boyfriend?"

"I guessed as much—hurry up and tell us, which blind fool picked you?" Su Yun said, making one want to slap him.

Just because he's good‑looking, this resentful thought gets unconsciously overlooked.

Zheng Ren felt that if he spoke like that, he surely wouldn't be alive today, and couldn't compare to Su Yun.

Hu Yan Hui, being teased, blushed even more and whispered: "I rented a place around here with no parking; a few days ago, when I went home, I parked my car in front of another car and left my number."

"With that car of yours…" Su Yun pondered, feeling unable to describe it.

Zheng Ren had never seen Hu Yan Hui's car, and wondered what kind of vehicle could make Su Yun—this guy—so exasperated.

"What kind of car?"

"Mazda, Boss, you have no idea how beat‑up it is. One day I had to go to the Bank of China for errands, so I rode in Xiao Hu's car. I opened the passenger door and the interior panel fell right off, nearly hitting me." Su Yun spread his hands, saying helplessly.

"I just haven't had the chance to fix it yet." Hu Yan Hui weakly explained.

"With your personality, are you even still a girl?" Su Yun snorted directly.

"Why not?" Chang Yue glared at Su Yun, took Hu Yan Hui's hand, and asked: "Let's get back to the point."

"Um…" Su Yun's interruption sent the topic flying off to the horizon.

"That night after ten, I got a call saying I needed to move my car, so I went downstairs in my slippers." Hu Yan Hui's face grew darker and darker, her head lowering slightly, "and then someone directed me to move the car."

"Was it a handsome guy?"