Chapter 1420: with translation of chapter title

Although the Shou Bing was only halfway done, Zheng Ren felt dissatisfied, but Su Yun was right; one still had to leave others an opportunity.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren called Xiao Yi Ren. She was out shopping with Chang Yue, and in the department only Liu Zewei was on duty.

They made plans to eat together in the evening; as for what to eat, after the flood of messages in the group, a Conclusion would naturally come, so Zheng Ren didn't need to worry.

Returning to the ward, seeing Liu Zewei at the computer making a statistical report, Zheng Ren asked: "Old Liu, what are you busy with?"

"Patient information for those soon to be admitted." Liu Zewei rubbed his head, turned and said: "Already piled up over thirty patients, and that's even with Xiao Shen hardly doing outpatient work."

"How can there be so many?" Zheng Ren exclaimed.

"Boss Zheng, if the Shou Bing is done well, when patients return home it becomes a business card, the glittering kind." Liu Zewei laughed: "There are WeChat groups among patients; when one person does well, others will follow and come."

Zheng Ren immediately understood.

The time spent at 912 was still not long enough, and the TIPS Surgery had just opened up; for Zheng Ren this situation was still relatively unfamiliar.

As soon as Liu Zewei reminded him, Zheng Ren understood the situation.

With the rise of instant communication tools, patient interactions increased, and the information volume grew ever larger.

For the same stubborn, hard‑to‑treat disease, each region has at least three or five patient chat groups. When someone is cured and mentions it in the group, the interested will directly inquire and then come over.

This is relatively ordinary.

A higher‑level group is the doctors' group.

The livestream from Xinglin Yuan has been indispensable.

Furthermore, there is the group of department heads from various places summoned by Zhou Chun Yong; after returning, they all enthusiastically posted in the professional group, also playing a huge promotional role.

Think about it: the same batch that came to train in TIPS Surgery were all department heads from elsewhere. Not counting that, the vast majority are world‑renowned experts and professors from around the globe.

They receive real cash—three hundred thousand US dollars—enough for a department head to bear radiation, stick out his butt, and busy himself at the operating table for a year.

Having taken such a big advantage, not saying anything would be like walking at night in fine clothes; the other department heads in the group would surely be curious just how awesome a professor must be to be worth $300,000 for two lectures.

This is merely a beginning; whether patients or department heads from various regions, most are just watching and waiting.

Even so, the mere six Bed Positions already could not withstand the pressure, and were on the verge of paralysis.

Zheng Ren also had no good solution; the Community Hospital side should be fixed in another half month, just the time for two batches of patients.

Next will come a massive siphon effect, sucking in all the portal‑hypertension patients from the surrounding areas.

Even patients from all over the country will flock to 912.

After returning from Earthquake Relief, in less than two months the situation had already opened up, as if in a dream, and even Zheng Ren found it hard to believe.

"Old Liu, let's go drink Wusu tonight!" Su Yun wasn't interested in how many patients were collected; after a day of scheming and intrigue,

Coming back, after watching another Emergency Rescue, his confidence took a hit, and now he just wants to drink.

Liu Zewei didn't have a deep love for drinking, but he didn't want to go against Su Yun's wishes.

While they were discussing what to eat for dinner, Zheng Ren glanced at his phone, meanwhile silencing it and turning the volume on.

Over there Discussion what to eat for Evening, Zheng Renze glanced at his phone, and also turned off the phone's silent mode and turned on the volume.

Chu Huainan was discharged yesterday; Song Ying left a message saying he recently took Zheng Ren out to have fun. The tone was very relaxed, like longtime friends, without the greasy feel of a middle‑aged man.

Chu Huainan was discharged from the hospital yesterday, Song Ying left a message saying they recently took Zheng Ren out to play. The tone was very relaxed, like old friends of many years, without the greasy feel of a middle-aged uncle.

Lin JiaoJiao reports project progress on WeChat every day; it seems my half‑month estimate could be moved up a bit.

Hu Yan Hui sent a frantic emoji; seeing Zheng Ren didn't reply, she didn't send anything else. Probably Su Yun's side has already driven Peng Jia near crazy, with pressure cascading down, and Hu Yan Hui, the luckiest staff member of Xinglin Yuan, can't bear it either.

Scrolling down, he saw Xie Yiren's message, and a faint smile appeared on Zheng Ren's face.

But the smile had just appeared when it froze.

Along with it, his whole body's blood froze.

【Zheng Ren, my dad is coming back tomorrow; tonight, push everything aside and let's have a meal together. Whatever you do, absolutely do not do Shou Bing.】

Zheng Ren's brain instantly crashed, a mess of garbled code.

When meeting his father‑in‑law, Zheng Ren feels apprehensive, always postponing if he can, counting each day.

If his father‑in‑law disagrees, how would his relationship with Xie Yiren be considered?

Like an urban romance drama?

Back in Hai Cheng, Zheng Ren truly feared that one day Xie Yiren's mother would come to him with a note—'Young man, take two million yuan and leave my daughter.'

Now he also counts as having some wealth; not offering two hundred million, he seems unable to even say that line.

He struggled hard, with the blessing of the Big Pig Trotter, and in the System Space where the flow speed is inconsistent, in the Surgical Training he kept growing, rapidly growing.

Looking back, he barely qualifies as a match in social standing.

What worries Zheng Ren most is the dinner table, where as a junior he doesn't know how to face many thorny questions nor what topics to bring up to liven the meal.

Zheng Ren's biggest worry is at the dinner table, as he is a junior, not knowing how many harsh problems he will have to face, as well as topics to liven up the pleasant atmosphere during the meal.

He can't speak, he can't drink; these social shortcomings, Zheng Ren hasn't cared much. He sees himself clearly—just a Shou Bing dog.

But facing his father‑in‑law, he can't just say, 'Uncle, lie down, let me give you a physical.' Belly exposed, pants lowered a bit, I tell you, my physical exam skills are among the best in the nation.

If that were the case, he probably couldn't even swallow this meal. Xiao Yi Ren... maybe he'd never see her again.

Zheng Ren's mind was a tangled mess, countless things unfolding simultaneously in a flat plane, his brain racing at high speed. But most of the calculations turned out to be garbled code, meaningless.

For Zheng Ren, this matter is harder than turbulence.

If he could have this brain speed when communicating with Doctor Mei Ha'er and Doctor Olsson, perhaps the turbulence formula would already have been solved by Zheng Ren.

Su Yun sensed Zheng Ren was off, glanced at him, saw his pallid face, phone in hand, vacant stare, and laughed.

"Boss, Uncle Ning is coming back tomorrow afternoon; I've already notified Peng Jia to bring people over. The meeting room is set at Pangu Hotel; after a few parties get together we'll simply talk about investment. What do you think?" Su Yun asked.

He obviously knew why Zheng Ren was dazed, wearing a gawking expression, quite pleased.

Zheng Ren took that sentence as an information stream, directly adding it to the unfolding train of thought, without speaking.

In his mind, he was still sitting at the dinner table, neither embarrassed nor not, not knowing what to say to the father‑in‑law he'd never met, an awkward situation.

In my mind, I'm still sitting awkwardly at the wine table, not knowing what to say to the father-in-law I've never met.

Or after meeting, you directly do a ninety-degree bow, shout 'Mom and Dad'? Or that side disagrees, you tell your father-in-law Xiao Yi Ren is three months pregnant?

Can holding hands result in pregnancy?

If Su Yun knew this moment, the Nobel Medicine Prize-nominated Zheng Ren would be thinking about holding hands leading to pregnancy, and his whole worldview would probably shatter.

Seeing Zheng Ren looking foolish, Su Yun gave a hehe laugh.

Even the most awesome person has a day of being a jerk. How is our boss? If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be so worried.

Su Yun blew a breath, the black hair in front of his forehead fluttered.

"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Su Yun asked, though he already knew.

Zheng Ren still didn't speak, lost in spirit, even he himself didn't know what he was thinking.

Avoidance is useless; almost everything eventually requires facing reality.

"Zheng Lao Ban?" Liu Zewei saw Zheng Ren's face pale, sweat already beading at his temples—was it low blood sugar? Or had a medical accident occurred, making him completely idiotic?

"Don't mind him, Old Liu, think about what to eat tonight." Su Yun stood up, patted Zheng Ren's shoulder, and asked: "Boss, I'm going to the Emergency Department to see if Zhou Litao has time; are you coming?"

"Ah?" Zheng Ren blurted out instinctively, completely unaware of what Su Yun was saying.

Su Yun felt helpless; looking at this state, tomorrow's parent-teacher meeting is indeed worrisome.

However, fortunately, while in Pengxi Xiang, the Boss had accumulated enough honor points. Even if the 'first' parent-teacher meeting performance is a bit idiotic, it shouldn't matter… probably nothing will happen.

He repeated it.

"Oh, okay." Zheng Ren staggered up, vaguely seeing dark clouds gathering overhead, lightning and thunder, wind and rain intertwining, iron horses and icy rivers.

Su Yun gave a wry smile; is Zheng Ren this guy being cowardly? Probably.

Wanting to laugh out loud, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Tomorrow there will be a big spectacle; it's not likely that the parent-teacher meeting will fail.

This guy's honor points accumulated in Pengxi Xiang are astronomical; moreover, Ning Shu still intends to link 5G and mechanical arms through surgery live broadcast.

Su Yun can't even fathom what Xie Ning is thinking, how profound his thoughts are. The layout is already complete; as 5G rolls out, Old Xie… Ning Shu is already ready to show his mettle.

At this moment, the appearance of the cheap son-in-law directly speeds up the process tenfold. Even if he's a bit more stupid, it should be fine.

Better to just honestly watch the joke; Su Yun's mouth corners were already about to lift to his eyebrows.

"Always going to the Emergency Department, that side's people want to find time to get closer." Su Yun really didn't know what to say, so he could only blurt: "I estimate Zhou Litao's chance of coming out is small, but it's still necessary to ask."

Zheng Ren's gaze was vacant.

"Old Liu, let's change clothes and go down together." Su Yun called out.

"All right." Liu Zewei was quite tactful; although he noticed the sudden change in Zheng Lao Ban's state and was curious, he knew he shouldn't ask about it, so he couldn't say a word.

He greatly cherished the opportunity to be in Zheng Lao Ban's Medical Team; occasionally Liu Zewei even wondered whether he should return to Sheng Cheng.

Moving the whole family over also seems not impossible to consider.

The three set out; Su Yun and Liu Zewei chatted and laughed all the way, while Zheng Ren walked like a walking corpse, the atmosphere especially eerie.