Chapter 122: with translation of chapter title

Is this poaching someone in front of Director?

Embarrassing.

Professor Pei didn't mind; he simply appreciated talent.

Someone like Zheng Ren, whose ability matches his own, once placed on a higher platform— isn't that like the sea wide for fish to leap, the sky high for birds to fly?

How many people ultimately fell, and fell onto the platform.

Zheng Ren hurriedly smiled and said: "Professor Pei, thank you, thank you, I'm quite busy on this side, I still have work, for now I'm not considering pursuing a doctorate."

Hearing Zheng Ren say that, Director Pan finally felt somewhat relieved.

Professor Pei also smiled, no longer mentioning the matter. They are adults; one's path is walked by oneself. Opportunity lies before you; if you don't cherish it, it's only a pity.

Shou Bing went perfectly successful, the atmosphere relaxed instantly; Zheng Ren was about to push Professor Pei out, but the wheelchair was snatched by Chang Yue.

"Just follow along, go back and rest well." Chang Yue rarely spoke with a pleasant expression to Zheng Ren.

One Shou Bing, Zheng Ren felt his standing in the jianghu rise; although the System Quest wasn't completed, that wasn't a problem.

What could make a doctor more pleased than performing a perfect-grade Shou Bing?

The patient in the Operating Room was handed to Su Yun to send back; the Chu Family Sisters also left one person to help Su Yun and Xie Yiren, after which Director Pan, Professor Pei, Zheng Ren, etc., left the Operating Room.

The main door opened; the third floor of the Jizhen Da Lou was empty and cold, the lighting though bright made it feel even chillier.

Just as they were about to leave, they saw a figure anxiously pacing at the doorway.

Zheng Ren is allergic to alcohol; he could smell the alcohol on that person from three to five meters away.

It's just dinner time; how does he reek of alcohol?

If he drank at noon and the alcohol smell hasn't faded by now, how much must he have consumed?

Because he had rescued too many patients injured in drunk-driving accidents, Zheng Ren harbors some prejudice against heavy drinkers.

The door finally opened; that person hurriedly stood, bent his waist, his head nearly touching the ground, looking humble, and asked: "May I ask who is the Manager of Longwind Micro-creation?"

Feng Xu Hui glanced a few times and recognized this person.

He quickly walked a few steps to stand before that person, saying: "How?"

"My name is Li Huai; today's incident was an accident, please forgive me. I beg you, just treat me like a fart and let me go." After saying that, he kept doing Jiu Gong, his attitude humble to the dust.

"My spouse has a malignant tumor; the family urgently needs money for treatment, I beg you, I beg you."

Feng Xu Hui knew he was the person who, this Afternoon, drove a tricycle and collided with the car picking up Professor Pei; his expression was not great, but he refrained from striking a smiling face, seeing Li Huai's humble demeanor, knowing his family also had difficulties, he didn't want to say more.

Making him pay compensation would also not yield much; worse, it could lead to wife separation, even no money for medical treatment— nobody wants to see such a thing.

Manager Feng was about to say some polite words, but a high-ranking hand let him pass.

Chang Yue, who was pushing Professor Pei out of the Operating Room, suddenly stopped, stared fixedly at Li Huai, and after a few seconds asked word by word: "Li Huai? Are you 30 years old?"

"Ah?" Li Huai stared, but immediately put on a smile, saying: "Yes, yes, your eyesight is truly good."

"Is your birthday November 2nd?" Chang Yue's gaze turned sharp.

"..." Li Huai was stunned this time.

Being able to guess one's age is fine, but how does she know my birthday? Could it be that because I hit someone, the other party has already investigated my eight generations?

Just thinking about this, Li Huai trembled all over, even forgetting to answer Chang Yue's words.

"Was your ex-wife Zheng Yunxia?" Chang Yue ignored whether he had answered her question, her tone fixed, pressing him with questions like a knife.

So it was him!

Zheng Ren instantly understood why the usually gentle and kind Chang Yue would act like a knife, pressing the pitiful car-causer.

Anyone with a bit of intellect understands that something is going on here.

"Zheng Yunxia?" Professor Pei asked: "Is she a Shou Bing patient?"

"Professor Pei, yes." Chang Yue stopped pressing, lowered her eyes, not even looking at Li Huai, pushing the wheelchair toward the Elevator entrance, saying: "Your current wife also has a malignant tumor? That's really unfortunate."

Chang Yue walked on, explaining Zheng Yunxia's matter to Professor Pei.

Behind him, Li Huai felt especially lonely.

Although driving a tricycle while drunk still counts as drunk driving, after all it's a tricycle, not a regular motor vehicle, so there is still room for maneuver.

He went to great lengths before managing to get his current brother-in-law, through friends, to pull him out.

However, the required civil compensation still must be paid; if the vehicle owner raises objections, the drunk-driving charge alone will inevitably result in a half-month detention.

But… when did Zheng Yunxia's relationship with the hospital doctors become so good…? Li Huai blankly watched the crowd's silhouettes disappear, wanting to muster courage to plead again, but thinking of Chang Yue's knife‑sharp gaze filled him with helplessness.

The lie had just been exposed; must he still go up to be slapped in the face?

But not going…

He felt torn, lonely, even a bit regretful. But then regret turned into anger from embarrassment: "This good-for-nothing woman, having such a good relationship with the hospital doctors, and I didn't even know!"

……

……

Returning to the Jizhenbingfang, waiting for Zheng Yunxia to come down, Professor Pei insisted on glancing at the patient before he could relax.

He instructed Zheng Yunxia to tilt her head to one side, to avoid inhaling vomit into the airway should nausea and vomiting occur after chemotherapy infusion.

The ending was very satisfactory; the Shou Bing succeeded, Longwind Micro-creation obtained the best promotional material, and Feng Xu Hui, who had an eye for talent, quietly told Chang Yue he would definitely help her vent this anger.

Everyone was happy.

Because he was a professor from Modu, per custom, after the procedure he needed to have a meal, see him off, leaving a connection in the medical circle, making future matters easier.

Director Pan worried that Zheng Ren was overly fatigued, so he let him keep watch and also left Yang Lei. If anything happened, Zheng Ren could completely act as a hands‑off manager, as long as he rested well.

As the sky darkened, the fierce north wind outside rolled up the lingering snowflakes, beating against the window.

Zheng Ren sat in the office, chatting idly with Yang Lei.

Previously in the General Surgery Department One, Zheng Ren and Yang Lei could get along well.

Yang Lei's parents were laid‑off workers in Hai Cheng, his family circumstances were also average, but he was relatively enthusiastic; after working together he always invited Zheng Ren to eat at his home.

He had no particular talent, he was just diligent at work. Like an invisible person, he worked hard at the hospital, yet no one remembered him.

During the major incident of the past period, Yang Lei bore enormous pressure to pass news to Zheng Ren.

Although Zheng Ren didn't say anything, he kept it all in his heart.

Yang Lei expressed emotion over Zheng Ren's fate and also envied Zheng Ren's surgical skill. But all this is thanks to the Grandmaster's provision; what each person can achieve depends on talent, personal effort, and fate's arrangement.

Outside the wind howled coldly, inside it was warm as spring; Zheng Ren lounged at his desk, chatting with a friend—this is the most comfortable moment in life.

If only he didn't have to work at the hospital, constantly worrying about when the next emergency would arrive, that would be even better.

Yang Lei had ordered food online and was waiting for it to arrive when sounds came simultaneously from the nurse station ahead and the ward.

The nurse station's phone rang; there was a thirty percent chance it was an emergency.

And the ward? I just did a round; nothing's happening.

Zheng Ren stood up, preparing to go see what had happened.