Chapter 1412: with translation of title line (which is line [1] actually includes title)

1369 Facing the sea, spring warm and flowers blooming (Alliance Leader tomato sauce her husband potato king extra update 5)

Zhao Wenhua rested for a few days, let go of all worries, and came back to work.

These few days he went out traveling alone, listening to the echoes of distant mountains and empty valleys; in the morning bells and evening drums he seemed to have grasped the truth of life.

Liu Zewei

Life, well, is just like this; living simply seems enough.

Although at first, whenever he calmed down, that simple, honest face would appear in his mind; but Zhao Wenhua made an effort to restrain himself, no longer thinking of him.

After a few days of adjustment, he healed the wound in his heart, sent his daughter off on a plane, and came to work early, happy and cheerful.

No longer worrying about that hospital bed matter, just honestly doing his work; what could Director Kong possibly do to him?

Really fire him? That's impossible! Zhao Wenhua still has that confidence.

Early in the morning, he came to the ward and saw his ward empty, no other patients staying there, feeling somewhat comforted. After all, it's only been a few days; it's only natural that no one came to borrow a bed from him.

He subconsciously went to look at Zheng Ren's ward next door; it was also empty.

Director Kong

It's the time of spring breeze pride; perhaps countless patients would be lining up waiting for Zheng Ren's surgery.

Boss

Professor Liu

As soon as that thought surfaced in his mind, he immediately nipped it in the bud. He knows very well how good Zheng Lao Ban's Shou Bing is.

Medical University Affiliated Hospital

Northern Province

Given Zheng Lao Ban's Technique, there probably won't be any major trouble; Zhao Wenhua thought that immediately.

Could it be that the East Tumor directly dug the person away?!

Royal Academy of Sciences

Zhao Wenhua felt a bit happy, yet also a bit sour. However, he deliberately controlled his emotional changes, not letting the flames of jealousy burn him completely to ashes.

Upon arriving at the office, Zhao Wenhua saw Liu Zewei's bald head.

It was somewhat shiny, like a walnut polished for ten years, already having developed a patina.

This person is a professor from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital of Northern Province, coming to study TIPS Surgery under Zheng Lao Ban; Zhao Wenhua knows that.

Liu Zewei sat there bored, indicating that his guess was wrong.

What exactly happened while he was away from home? Zhao Wenhua began to get curious.

"Professor Liu, busy?" Zhao Wenhua greeted him proactively.

There was still half an hour before the early shift change, the office was empty, the night-shift doctors were still in the Zhibanshi washing up and having breakfast, only the two of them were there.

Zhao Wenhua was obviously just making small talk; this person doesn't get along with Zheng Lao Ban, and Liu Zewei knows that too.

But as a trainee doctor, I shouldn't rush to the front and clash head‑on with Zhao Wenhua.

Zheng Lao Ban isn't speaking, so I might as well keep silent with my eyes half‑closed.

"Not busy, there's nothing to do these two days," Liu Zewei said, half‑true and half‑false, sounding somewhat worried.

Zhao Wenhua pretended everything was fine, strolled around, and smiled: "Zheng Lao Ban has a lot of work; are you still used to it?"

"Zheng Lao Ban hasn't been here these two days," Liu Zewei said after thinking it over carefully; he felt everyone in the department knew, so there was nothing to hide.

"Not here? Did the Flying Knife go?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

"The Flying Knife… did go, but only for two days. After coming back he went to the VIP ward; yesterday Dr. Mei Ha'er just performed a prostate Shou Bing…"

Zhao Wenhua felt slight contempt.

This is just rushing to flatter a world‑top professor; what's the difference?

"This isn't Doctor Olsson from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences rushing over to have Zheng Lao Ban work on a physical model. Director Yuan personally ordered that Zheng Lao Ban not take patients for a while.

"What?" Zhao Wenhua felt he had misheard and asked instinctively.

"Sigh." Liu Zewei sighed, didn't follow Zhao Wenhua's line, just shook his head.

"Royal Academy of Sciences? Is it related to Zheng Lao Ban?" Zhao Wenhua asked in astonishment.

"I'm not sure either," Liu Zewei said vaguely: "A while ago I heard Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er mention a few basic points of medical physics; I didn't understand any of it."

Zhao Wenhua was speechless, looking through the window at the distant VIP ward, dazed.

He didn't continue questioning; Zheng Lao Ban's realm is obviously beyond his reach. Dealing with him is a dimensional strike.

It's not too late to turn back now; as long as I figure it out, it's never too late.

Just a doctor—what connection could he possibly have with the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences? He couldn't be aiming for the Nobel Physics Prize, could he?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua gave an embarrassed laugh. He can't even win the Nobel Medical Prize, let alone the Physics Prize.

I'm overthinking it.

From today on, I'll be a happy person.

From today on, I'll properly do outpatient work, take patients, treat illness in silence, perform Shou Bing, and handle the Flying Knife.

From today on, I'll face the sea, with spring warmth and blooming flowers.

……

……

Zheng Ren has been living a life worse than death these days.

He keeps feeling fortunate that he listened to Director Pan's advice back then and didn't choose basic research.

Accustomed to clinical work, once he left it, all he heard every day were physical models and various formulas, making his head swell several sizes.

Fortunately, the work he was involved in has been completed; he saw Dr. Mei Ha'er, Doctor Olsson, and the large team off, and this matter is now concluded.

For seven straight days, he performed only one procedure: Dr. Mei Ha'er's prostate Interventional embolization Shou Bing, and Zheng Ren felt his fingers were about to rust.

Even when dreaming at night, he would dream of the sound of the Emergency Department gurney.

Watching the private jet take off, carrying Doctor Mei Ha'er, Doctor Olsson, and a large team flying away, Zheng Ren felt relieved.

Shi Wairu had long disappeared, and he never came to see off Doctor Mei Ha'er.

Zheng Ren guessed that guy didn't know he was holed up in that research institute puzzling over the turbulence formula.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you've been working hard lately." Director Kong saw Zheng Ren's expression, knew what that guy was thinking, and said with a chuckle.

Zheng Ren nodded, then smiled and said, "Director Kong, I can finally go back to doing Shou Bing."

"You really don't need to rest a few days?" Director Kong asked with a smile.

This person in front of him, the attribute of a Shou Bing dog is blatantly obvious.

Just having sent off the Swedish Doctors and research team, he immediately rushed back to do Shou Bing—what's the point?

But seeing his eager enthusiasm, Director Kong didn't want to dissuade him further.

"It feels like a year since I last did Shou Bing, and I can't wait." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"These days, Director Yuan has pressed down all matters. Tomorrow morning, make time for Li Lao to get a full-body CT." Director Kong said.

"Li Lao agreed?"

"Yes. Zheng Lao Ban, what's the likelihood of locating the tumor?" Director Kong asked.

"Not likely." Zheng Ren sighed.