Chapter 1275: 1237 Su Yun's Worries

Returning home, Song Ying didn't go inside, just stood at the doorway, exchanged a few jokes, then left.

Money, he collects it normally; both Zheng Ren and Su Yun are satisfied with that. One thing for another, this Manager Song is far better than that short, fat guy just now.

Su Yun went downstairs and fetched a bottle of sealed Moutai, came back smiling, and said: "Boss, if you get the chance, give me some of this; I've had it a few times lately and it feels different from before."

"Was the previous one fake liquor?"

"Boss, you've learned bad habits." Su Yun weighed the Moutai, saying: "It's really a shame not to drink it, but there have been too many things worth celebrating lately..."

"Don't talk nonsense; if you could keep the liquor, it'd be as impossible as Heizi keeping a bone." Zheng Ren stood outside the open kitchen, smiling at Xiao Yi Ren, answering casually.

"Boss, I have to go to the capital early tomorrow for liver and gallbladder, don't forget." Su Yun sank into the sofa, speaking lazily.

"Got it." Zheng Ren said: "Just keep in touch with Zhou Chun Yong; when the time comes, drip..."

"Zhou Chun Yong said he'd come pick you up himself." Su Yun held the phone, speaking, when suddenly he sprang up from the sofa.

Zheng Ren sensed something was off, but didn't ask, just glanced back.

Su Yun had already calmed down, as if nothing had happened, and winked at Zheng Ren, signalling him not to meddle.

What's wrong with this guy? Was he being pushed into marriage by his ex-girlfriend?

Zheng Ren felt doubtful but said nothing, recounting his daytime experiences to Xie Yiren. He described each trivial little matter in a plain, flat way.

He lacked storytelling talent, and the Big Pig Trotter hadn't given him any boost. His telling was bland, but Xiao Yi Ren listened with a beaming smile.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and thought these two were really hilarious. They should be in the honeymoon phase, yet they acted like an old married couple.

But he had something on his mind, so the meal tasted bland.

After eating, the two of them and Heizi were driven out. In the evening, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue wanted to binge-watch; since discussing the case of burns from seeing iron sparks last time, all the way to talking about Acinetobacter baumannii, binge-watching had nothing to do with Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

Bringing Heizi back to the room, Zheng Ren saw a bottle of water trapped on the windowsill but didn't notice. He tested the flower soil; it was still a bit moist, so no need to water.

"Hey, what's going on?" Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and asked.

"Ah, don't mention it." Su Yun looked troubled.

"No one will come knocking with a big belly, will they?" Zheng Ren, unconcerned, chuckled: "But judging by when you returned to Hai Cheng, the kid is about two and can already call you dad. A bunch of kids of various skin tones surround you, hugging your legs..."

"Don't worry, it's not time to run for governor yet." Su Yun exhaled a smoke ring, saying: "There's a group of girls who are especially bored; they formed a fan club, you know."

"I think I heard someone mention it. Do you have any contact with them?"

"It's just a bunch of girls finding an excuse to hang out; I'm just a front." Su Yun said: "I don't even know who they are."

"And then? Are they making you responsible?" Zheng Ren said half-joking, half-serious.

If this kind of thing becomes troublesome, it's really troublesome.

"After I left the capital and disappeared from society, the fan club president went abroad." Su Yun said: "It's not that I've returned; she got the news and suddenly came back."

"Any connection?" Zheng Ren asked.

The question was simple, but the words inside carried countless implications.

Su Yun naturally understood; he sighed and said: "It's nothing, just feeling irritated."

"I'm really curious what your fan club will do to you." Zheng Ren also suddenly got gossipy.

"They don't do anything; I don't know who any of them are in real life." Su Yun said: "For example, every time I went into surgery before, my sterile gown was always new. Similar things, all these little details."

This is no small matter; Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun with a grin, knowing he was showing off. Even though they were too upset to drink, they still couldn't resist showing off.

Sterile gowns, the kind worn after hand disinfection, come in two types. One is disposable, with poor breathability, making a rustling sound with every move; almost no surgeons like it.

The other is a classic moss-green cloth sterile gown, which feels special when worn. But some surgeons aren't used to untying the straps, or they're anxious or bold, and just rip the straps off.

Add repeated disinfection, and it gradually fades and tears. Thus, in Zheng Ren's impression, this kind of sterile gown is always ragged, sometimes with patches.

Such sterile gowns have been gradually phased out; after all, they consume a lot of cost, far less convenient than disposable ones.

Each time there's a new sterile gown to wear, this martial-arts standing… Anyway, Zheng Ren merely managed to become a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic, still hasn't reached that level of treatment.

Probably the senior academicians who often perform surgeries can't even wear new sterile gowns.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren laughed happily, saying: "Not bad at all; anything else?"

"How can you be so trusting?" Su Yun said impatiently: "I'm going to sleep; I still have to go to the capital for liver and gallbladder tomorrow."

Zheng Ren didn't press Su Yun either, gently stroking Heizi's dog head, smoking; days without emergencies were also quite comfortable.

Wash up, sleep.

Lying in bed, Zheng Ren habitually first greeted Xie Yiren with good night, then opened QQ.

【Olympiad math is really boring, this simple, why can't others do it?】 The little boy's status update.

Seeing this status, Zheng Ren immediately thought of Su Yun's black hair drifting over his forehead. Exactly the same kind of show-off.

If you put that little boy and Su Yun together, they'd probably have lots to talk about. Both are identically proud, and both like to show off a little.

Just that the little boy is still young, showing off too deliberately.

Zheng Ren's mouth curled into a faint smile, plain and warm.

Being able to study boring Olympiad math shows the illness has mostly recovered. I don't know which hospital treated him, but the effect is surprisingly good.

Looks like even the Big Pig Trotter can't be fully trusted.

He recalled seeing the system panel's shocking red when he saw that little boy, and after glancing at the QQ status text, he couldn't help but laugh.

The Big Pig Trotter isn't omnipotent; perhaps for its owner it's a big deal. But for Zheng Ren, it's better that the little boy can recover his health and return to school.

Probably this is just the first course of treatment; another five to seven courses are needed to consolidate the effect.

He needs to keep at it, Zheng Ren thought.

He put away his phone, Zheng Ren quickly fell into dreams. He slept sweetly, and woke up at dawn.