Chapter 1218

Director Wei did not proactively introduce Zheng Ren, and Zhang Weiyu didn't ask either, just observing their expressions.

Seeing Director Wei personally give a toast to the young person beside him, he was slightly surprised. Normally, only someone at the level of the 912 Hospital director would receive such treatment, right?

This young man is somewhat interesting.

Zheng Ren substituted tea for alcohol, drinking naturally and without any formality, as if everything were taken for granted. Su Yun, however, cheerfully started calling out, acting as the drink master, responsible for the liveliness of the whole meal.

One quiet, one active, they complement each other perfectly.

"Yi Ren, is it the same as what you make?" Zheng Ren ate a piece of lamb, merely thinking it was not bad, but he couldn't honestly say what was good about it.

"Delicious!" Xiao Yi Ren ate happily, her eyes smiling, saying: "At home, stewed meat never turns out with this flavor."

"Really?"

"That young lady is right," Zhang Weiyu said with a smile: "For stewed meat, you need an iron pot, a dedicated large iron pot. It's like drinking tea—each type of tea uses its own purple clay pot; you shouldn't mix them."

Regarding that remark, Su Yun and Zheng Ren argued for a while, discussing the similarities between the large iron pot and the purple clay pot, from raw materials to molecular physics, leaving everyone in the room puzzled.

Xie Yiren and Chang Yue are used to this way of speaking; even when watching a drama they can bring up Bacillus mucilaginosus—what can't these two do?

Feng Xu Hui felt a bit dazed, thinking he should read more when he goes back, otherwise he wouldn't even know what to say to cheer things up.

Liu Xiao Jie, meanwhile, ate the meat in silence; this meat… is really fragrant. If it were snowing outside, it would be even better.

Since it was the early morning hours, they didn't eat for long. Moreover, with the stewed meat, if they weren't sitting around the iron pot eating, it would get cold, so the meal ended after about an hour.

Before getting in the car, Director Wei pulled Zheng Ren aside and said a few words of gratitude, speaking sincerely under the influence of alcohol.

Zheng Ren answered with vague sounds, carrying the packed bone for Second Black, the scene oddly out of place.

Riding home in the car, he said goodbye to Xiao Yi Ren and returned to his own room.

Opening the door, Second Black lunged forward, smelling the bone's scent, its tongue sticking out far, panting "ha chi ha chi".

"Just as hungry as Xiao Yi Ren," Su Yun said.

"Let's go downstairs for a walk first," Zheng Ren said, placing the bone on the table, putting a leash on Second Black and leading him downstairs. As they were about to leave, Second Black kept glancing back at the bone, looking back every few steps.

"Let's go together," Su Yun said, not changing clothes, and went downstairs with Zheng Ren.

At this hour, the residential complex is quiet; if it weren't for having to work tomorrow, it would be a good time to walk the dog.

"Boss, when you're being pretentious and return to Hai Cheng, what did the old director say to you?" Su Yun said.

"Nothing much, just like giving a report at a meeting—all the same old clichés," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Then you're all set? You're practically dreaming of listening to reports," Su Yun said disdainfully.

"No." Zheng Ren said: "The director's last words were correct—I'll go back to perform surgery, and still bother with research. I guess my hands will get itchy in a few days, and I'll be tossed around again."

"Haha, I guessed it would be like this," Su Yun laughed smugly twice, wearing an expression of "I knew it all along."

"Actually, the conflict between doctors and patients is inevitable; no one can solve it." Zheng Ren, walking Second Black around the neighborhood while holding a plastic bag and tongs, fully equipped, said: "From ancient times to now, from China to abroad, there's no place that's any different."

"When there are fewer doctors, their status naturally rises. When status rises, more people study medicine, and then another cycle begins." Su Yun deeply agreed.

Treating illness and saving people—just follow your heart. Do as much as you can; there are too many things, truly can't be done. Where there are people, there are classes, thus differences. Now it's impossible for everyone to get the best medical care, right? If it really were like that, I'd want a villa near 912 in Di Du. But that's not realistic, is it?

What are you talking about? If you want it, I guarantee Lin JiaoJiao will hand you the keys tomorrow. Su Yun said contemptuously.

It's not about that. The other day you watched the Medicine God film, right? Everyone wants to live, but in the later stages it consumes more and more resources to sustain life. So whether you have money really matters. Zheng Ren said.

You still watch movies? I haven't seen you watch one in ages.

Just read a few reviews and you can imagine it. Zheng Ren said with a chuckle: "Only when the world reaches great harmony could that be achieved."

By then, I imagine it'll be like The Matrix—everyone lives in a pod, each person's mind in its own world, which is what we call a parallel universe. Each person is the sole king of their own world, and that would satisfy everyone's needs. Su Yun also had some thoughts on that.

If that were the case, with no birth, aging, sickness, or death, life would seem to lack something.

You lowly creature, don't use your thinking to ponder the lives of higher beings, okay? We're talking about doctor-patient conflicts; trying to change the subject is impossible.

So, let's leave it at that. Zheng Ren said slowly: "Do as much as you can; when the day comes that no one worries about birth, aging, sickness, or death, new problems will arise—but we can't yet guess what that day will be like."

You understand this pretty well, don't you? Why are you having an emotional breakdown?

Everyone has emotional breakdowns; look, you went back to Hai Cheng and lived there for two years, and in the end everything was fine, right? Director Sun said he'd find time to have me come back for a Shou Bing. Zheng Ren said.

I'm not interested; if I go back, my mom will start pressuring me to get married again. Su Yun said helplessly.

Why...

He hadn't finished speaking when Su Yun cut him off: "Let's change the topic."

Actually, the Hospital is pretty interesting too. Topics like life and death become everyday there. But after seeing so much, you just grow numb. Zheng Ren naturally avoided bringing up what was on Su Yun's mind, speaking leisurely.

Well, um, Ming… today Doctor Mei Ha'er is coming; how are you going to receive him? Su Yun asked.

Do I still need to receive them? Didn't I tell you to notify Director Ye? Someone there is willing to receive them, which saves us trouble. Zheng Ren said with a smile: "If during a meal there were one or two emergency Shou Bing, we wouldn't have to sit there keeping them company while eating, making idle chatter—how nice would that be."

Boss, you're so crafty. Su Yun didn't think much of Zheng Ren's attitude.

It's a normal thought; not really crafty. Zheng Ren said: "I'm just too lazy to socialize; I feel it's a waste of time. With that time, I'd rather stay home and read a magazine."

At the same time, Zhao Wenhua sat in the Intervention Department, grimly looking at a film, his two eyebrows knotted together.