Chapter 1383: with translation of title

Fan Tao stood not far away, not in a hurry, just watching. He rarely looked at patients' families, focusing more of his gaze on Smith.

Zheng Ren helplessly stopped the man from continuing to kick his wife, painstakingly soothing for about ten minutes before breaking free from the woman's arm.

The emergency rescue ended, the violent Hulk transformed back, becoming gentle and refined again.

"Mr. Fan, let's go." Zheng Ren waved, saying.

"Hmm." Fan Tao didn't talk much.

"Old Liu, contact via WeChat. Director Wang, have the provincial experts arrived?" Zheng Ren worried, asked again.

"They'll be here soon." Director Wang said. He glanced at Fan Tao, feeling a faint fear.

Zheng Ren relaxed and followed Fan Tao away.

"Doctor Zheng, please wait a moment." Smith's CEO shouted, quickly trotting after him.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren glanced askance, giving Smith's CEO no pleasant expression.

Smith's CEO felt a bit embarrassed, but having witnessed everything himself, he couldn't help but lower his head.

Whether it was pressure from company superiors or the attitudes of esteemed experts and professors in academia, this young Doctor Zheng refreshed Smith's CEO's understanding.

"I have deeply reflected on my mistake." Smith's CEO switched to moderately fluent Chinese, using the tone of reporting to a leader: "Such an incident, I deeply regret. I assure you, the sales business in China will be thoroughly rectified."

Saying that, he bowed his waist, speaking seriously: "The sales manager here has already been fired."

Zheng Ren glanced, didn't see the young man who had given him a business card yesterday, nodded, and called Fan Tao to leave.

Smith's CEO shrugged his shoulders, a look of anger and dejection.

He dared not provoke this person, whose depth he couldn't fathom, yet who could make independent directors call headquarters and bring big names from the international intervention field to a remote mountain village.

He could only watch the young figure recede until it disappeared.

Let's go back and properly explain this to the independent directors—truly a freak disaster, what does it have to do with me?! Smith thought resentfully.

Downstairs stood a Jeep Wrangler, square and solid, with few electronic components, exuding a simple, rugged vibe.

"Zheng Lao Ban, please." Fan Tao had Zheng Renrang sit in the passenger seat, then started the car.

The roar sounded, Zheng Ren sensed something unusual.

"Modified?"

"Hmm." Fan Tao replied.

"The desert roads are tough; ordinary vehicles would get stuck. Even modified, some routes need to be avoided." Fan Tao's voice was deep, matching this modified Jeep Wrangler.

"I thought it was a small desert, something you could cross to the center in half an hour." Zheng Ren chuckled.

"Not going to Lop Nur or the Sahara, what big desert could there be here? But Zheng Ren's thought was clearly wrong; this Jeep Wrangler silently told him the truth."

The interior is spacious; Zheng Ren sat up, feeling the seats a bit hard, completely different from Xiao Yi Ren's Volvo XC60. But it didn't matter—someone was picking him up for the desert, what was there to complain about?

He adopted a comfortable posture to ease the venous return obstruction in his legs from prolonged standing.

As his legs moved, Zheng Ren could feel subtle changes in the deep leg veins.

Usually pay attention, so when old you won't wear stockings like Director Wei.

A big gentleman wearing stockings is really odd; Zheng Ren, the cross-dressing big shot, doesn't object, but turning himself into a cross-dressing big shot feels strange.

"The small desert is boring. Now it's spring, some stars aren't visible." Fan Tao said: "Considering you still need to return to Di Du, time might be an issue; I discussed with Su Yun, Doctor Su, and decided not to fly back—I'll send a car from my side."

"Oh." Zheng Ren felt nothing about it; anyway it's not far, a seven- to eight-hour drive. If we rushed for a flight, it would actually waste more time.

"Zheng Lao Ban, how did today's little girl rescue go?" Fan Tao fell silent for a moment, then reluctantly found a topic.

He isn't good at chatting, just like me. This awkward topic, the embarrassed atmosphere, gave Zheng Ren a sense of warmth.

"Not bad; although the coordination wasn't seamless, having a sterile operating room and disinfected instruments was enough." Zheng Ren replied.

When Zheng Ren answers questions, he basically doesn't use interrogative sentences, nor does he leave loose ends for the other to pick up easily; thus he finds topics, chatting lightly and happily.

The title of "topic terminator," Zheng Ren is at least master-level.

Fan Tao is very straightforward; faced with a concluded topic, he remained silent for a long time.

Xilin Town isn't big; after ten-plus minutes we drove out of town, on a straight road the Jeep Wrangler sped.

Although it's April, the surroundings aren't very green; yellow and white patches appear between earth and sky, looking somewhat desolate.

After ten-plus minutes, Fan Tao slowly asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, how confident are you about my brother's surgery?"

"I've only seen Director Mao's surgery once; his skill is high. Mr. Chu Huaian's aortic dissection arterial aneurysm is not serious; just need one stent, risk low." Zheng Ren said.

"My brother said he wants you to do the surgery; he's waiting in the ward for you to return."

"……" Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

"He's stubborn; we can't persuade him." Fan Tao said in a low voice: "I also know waiting a few days isn't risky, but I still worry."

Zheng Ren recalled the old man in a Chinese-style buttoned outer coat—why insist on waiting for him to do the surgery? It's just a thoracic arterial stent; this procedure is too easy, right?

"Has Mr. Chu been hospitalized?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Hmm, I guess you haven't arrived yet, he's already hospitalized and doing pre-op prep." Fan Tao said: "Actually, according to my plan, I'd send you straight back to Di Du for surgery first. As for this side, my people will arrange for all members of your team, Zheng Lao Ban, to have a great time."

"……" Zheng Ren speechless, imagining Fan Tao's situation sent a chill through him.

"As for you, Zheng Lao Ban, if you also want to play, I have friends in Chile who can arrange a week of fun in the Atacama Desert."

"There are the most astronomical observatories in the world there, and in the southern hemisphere you can see many constellations invisible from the north. Theoretically, it's much more fun than here." Fan Tao looked ahead, speaking seriously.

Sounds good; Zheng Ren has an impression of the Atacama Desert, located between Chile, Argentina, and Peru.

If time permits, one can fully enjoy the desert, then head to the Pampas grasslands to eat ten miles of steak……

That feeling is truly great.

But being taken back for surgery in a semi‑kidnapped manner, Zheng Ren expressed his displeasure with his expression.

"Later, Yingzi insisted it wouldn't work." Fan Tao chuckled: "Now, as a patient's family member, I have some thoughts; I'll speak plainly, but please don't take it to heart, Zheng Lao Ban."

Zheng Ren nodded.

This comment could be considered a threat against myself, and it really hit a soft spot. Patients' families, then there's nothing to be done. Patients' families, then there's nothing to be done.

Although he knew it was a joke, his smile still stiffened a little.

"Speaking frankly." Fan Tao's facial muscles were as hard as rock, his smile lacking any softness, as if unchanging since ancient times. "Originally, after I learned this news, I wanted to bring my brother to the United States for surgery. I have seen patients with aortic dissection; they sit up from the bed, their faces turn as white as paper, and then they die."

"But Ying said, you are a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic, and not long ago you even gave a Lesson there." As he spoke, Fan Tao turned his head and glanced at Zheng Ren, as if he still couldn't believe Song Ying's words.

Zheng Ren looked at him, thinking he was too young, so young that he didn't seem like a doctor who could perform surgery himself.

"Well, it's not really giving a Lesson; I just received an email from a project team at Mayo Clinic to help them solve a medical problem." Zheng Ren gazed at the Gobi Desert outside the window and said lightly.

"I originally didn't believe it." Fan Tao said candidly, "But I happened to encounter an emergency rescue, learned about the situation, and formed a basic judgment of Zheng Boss's surgical skill."

Zheng Ren felt this guy was even more blunt than himself; saying those words was indeed unpleasant.