Chapter 173: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren hurried upstairs and saw in the second‑floor master bedroom that Xie Yiren was sitting on the floor covering her head, her eyes full of bewilderment, still not grasping what had happened.

Chu Yanzi jumped in fright, but when she saw Xie Yiren was fine, she burst out laughing.

"Chu Yan zhi had just been startled, but seeing Xie Yiren was fine, she immediately burst out laughing."

"So it's true!" Chu Yanzi said.

"\"It's really true! \" Chu Yan zhi said."

"Ah?"

"\"Ah? \""

"Ah?"

"\"Ah? \""

Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren were puzzled.

"Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren were puzzled."

"It's just a joke — either you're a doctor or a nurse, you've been out cold for ages and might end up vegetative. Then when they start resuscitation, one side yells 'Get ready to resuscitate,' and the other side pops their eyes open." Chu Yanzi burst out laughing, stumbling through the words.

"There's a meme that if you're not a doctor or a nurse, after being unconscious for a long time you'll become a vegetable; then when rescue comes, one side shouts 'Prepare for rescue!' and the other side immediately opens their eyes." Chu Yan zhi laughed, saying it in a broken way.

We need to keep meaning.

Zheng Ren had heard this story before, but he didn't find it funny.

"Zheng Ren had heard this story before, and he didn't find it funny."

When Chu Yanzi just shouted about the emergency surgery, her own heart rate had already spiked above 100.

"Just now, when Chu Yan zhi shouted about the emergency surgery, his own heart rate also went over 100."

Even though she knows it's just a joke, her instinctive reaction to emergency resuscitation and surgery is deeply rooted.

"Although he knew it was just a joke, his reaction to emergency rescue and surgery had already become deeply ingrained in his bones."

An occupational hazard is still a condition that needs to be treated.

"An occupational illness is still an illness; it needs treatment."

"Huh? Director Zheng, what are you doing here?" Xie Yiren, still groggy, had just grasped what was happening. She rubbed her head, saw Zheng Ren rushing over, and asked, bewildered.

"\"Huh? Chief Zheng, how did you come? \" Xie Yiren, still not fully awake, had just figured out the situation. She rubbed her head, saw Zheng Ren running up, and asked with a confused expression."

"I… I came to see you." Zheng Ren said.

"\"I... I came to see you. \" Zheng Ren said."

"How is Xiao Hua?" Xie Yiren quickly woke up, worried about her friend, sat on the floor and asked.

"\"How is Xiao Hua? \" Xie Yiren quickly woke up, thinking of her close friend, sat on the floor and asked."

Zheng Ren gave Xiao Miao's ICU status a thorough rundown, just like reporting to Director Lao Pan, detailing every vital sign and treatment.

"Zheng Ren reported Miao Xiaohua's vital signs and treatment measures in the ICU as if he were reporting work to Director Pan, doing so thoroughly."

Chu Yanzi broke into a blooming smile.

"Chu Yan zhi's smile blossomed like a flower."

Knowing that Miao Xiaohua was likely safe, Xie Yiren finally exhaled. She got up from the floor, returned to bed, hugged a cartoon pillow, and started questioning Zheng Ren again in detail.

"Knowing that Miao Xiaohua was likely to be out of danger, Xie Yiren finally breathed a sigh of relief. She got up from the floor, returned to the bed, hugged a cartoon pillow, and began to ask Zheng Ren for details again."

"Hey, we haven't eaten all day—what should we have for dinner?" Chu Yanzi cut into the case discussion and asked.

"\"Hey, I haven't eaten all day; what are we going to eat tonight? \" Chu Yan zhi interrupted the 'case discussion' and asked."

"I…" Xie Yiren said shyly, pausing, "Nothing will happen, will it?"

"\"I... \" Xie Yiren felt a bit timid, hesitated for a moment, \"Nothing will happen, right? \""

"What's wrong?" Chu Yanzi asked, puzzled.

"\"What could happen? \" Chu Yan zhi also wondered."

"Like Xiao Hua…" Xie Yiren's voice trailed off, clearly haunted by the thought.

"\"Like Xiao Hua... \" Xie Yiren obviously had a psychological shadow."

Zheng Ren smiled ruefully and started explaining to Xie Yiren.

"Zheng Ren gave a wry smile and began to explain to Xie Yiren."

For someone who loves life and loves food, once this psychological shadow takes root, it can cast a long shadow over their future.

"For someone who loves life and loves food, once this psychological shadow takes root, it will have a huge impact on her future life."

Xie Yiren already knows this, but she often needs to hear it from someone else for it to really sink in.

"Xie Yiren already knew these things, but many matters only become convincing after someone else explains them."

Especially Zheng Ren, whom Xie Yiren views as capable of anything; after hearing his explanation, her spirits lifted considerably.

"Especially Zheng Ren, whom Xie Yiren considers omnipotent; after hearing his explanation, her mood improved greatly."

Of course, this all‑capability is limited to medical matters.

"Of course, this omnipotence is limited to the medical field."

Especially in the operating room, he's calm and razor‑sharp, putting everyone at ease.

"Especially on the operating table, he is steady and sharp, making people feel completely at ease."

"There's a new place called Steel Pipe Factory District Five's Xiao Guan Gan—want to try it?" Chu Yanzi suggested.

"\"There's a new place called Steel Pipe Factory District Five Xiao Guan Gan that just opened; want to give it a try? \" Chu Yan zhi suggested."

Xie Yiren's thoughts were scattered at the moment, so she didn't object to Chu Yanzi's suggestion. Zheng Ren wasn't keen on eating either—he just wanted Xie Yiren to be happy.

"At that moment, Xie Yiren's mind was a muddled mess; Chu Yan zhi's suggestion met no opposition from her. Zheng Ren, meanwhile, had little interest in eating; as long as Xie Yiren was happy, that was fine."

They didn't let Xie Yiren drive, so Chu Yanzi took the wheel of her red Volvo XC60.

"Not daring to let Xie Yiren drive, Chu Yan zhi sat in the driver's seat and drove Xie Yiren's red Volvo XC60."

"Drive!" Chu Yanzi yelled in a playful, chuunibyou way, her cheerful mood lifting Xie Yiren's gloom a little.

"\"Drive! \" Chu Yan zhi shouted in a chuunibyou manner, her cheerful mood diluting Xie Yiren's low spirits a bit."

The strong acceleration shoved them back into their seats, and Zheng Ren instinctively grabbed the safety handle. Riding in Chu Yanzi's car was downright scary.

"The excellent power gave a strong push-back feeling; the car accelerated rapidly, and Zheng Ren instinctively grabbed the safety handle. Riding in a car driven by Chu Yan zhi was absolutely terrifying."

Zheng Ren wanted Chu Yanzi to ease up, but seeing how excited she was, he held his tongue.

"Zheng Ren wanted to ask Chu Yan zhi to slow down a bit, but seeing her enthusiasm, he held back."

This isn't an operating room—there's less than a 10 % chance she'll hear me. More likely, it'll just provoke her rebellious streak and make her speed up.

"This isn't the operating room; the chance that Chu Yan zhi would listen to what I say is no more than 10%. More likely, it would trigger her rebellious psychology and make her drive even faster."

But to Zheng Ren's surprise, Chu Yanzi is a veteran driver.

"But to Zheng Ren's surprise, Chu Yan zhi was actually a seasoned driver."

Although the acceleration was brisk, it never broke the speed limit, there were no sudden stops, and they arrived at the hotel in about ten minutes.

"Although the acceleration was fast, it didn't exceed the speed limit, and there were no sudden brakes or similar incidents; they reached the hotel in about ten to fifteen minutes."

It was mealtime, yet the restaurant was quiet, with only a handful of tables occupied.

"It was mealtime, yet the hotel wasn't crowded—only three or five tables of people were eating."

Although the Steel Pipe Factory District Five's Xiao Guan Gan is a hit across Bashu, it hasn't caught on in the Northeast—likely due to the region's population drain, especially young people heading south.

"The Steel Pipe Factory District Five Xiao Gan Gan, which is popular all over Bashu, is somewhat unsuited to the Northeast; this is related to the Northeast's population outflow, especially the southward migration of young people."

Older folks, watching their health, wouldn't dare touch something this spicy.

"Elderly people, for health reasons, dare not eat something this spicy."

Chu Yanzi kept ordering skewer after skewer, while Zheng Ren helped out. Looking at the mountain‑sized pile of skewers, he gaped, wondering whether the three of them could possibly finish it all.

"Chu Yan zhi kept ordering skewers all the way, and Zheng Ren helped busy himself. Looking at the mountain-like piles of skewers, Zheng Ren was dazed, wondering if the three of them could possibly eat that much."

Xie Yiren still wore a hint of sadness that not even the tasty food could lift.

"Xie Yiren's expression still carried a faint sadness, which even the delicious food could not dispel."

But getting out and letting loose a little is still helpful.

"Nevertheless, being able to come out and let loose a bit was still useful."

As the heap of skewers dwindled stick by stick, the mood gradually brightened.

"As the mountain-like skewers gradually turned into one bamboo stick after another, the atmosphere also gradually became lively."

Chu Yanzi described to Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren how Chang Yue and Su Yun had knocked back eleven boxes of those big green drinks that day.

"Chu Yan zhi told Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren the scene of that day when Chang Yue and Su Yun drank eleven boxes of the big green sticks."

Zheng Ren had imagined it, but hearing Chu Yanzi recount the scene—the astonished onlookers, even the crayfish shop owner pressing a priceless VIP card into his hand—he realized that night had already passed into legend.

"Zheng Ren had once thought about it, but hearing Chu Yan zhi recount the events of that day—the surprise of passersby, and even the lobster shop owner finally giving a VIP card that one couldn't buy with money—he realized that night had already become legendary."

But becoming a legend thanks to drinking isn't something Zheng Ren envies.

"However, becoming a legend through drinking, Zheng Ren didn't feel particularly envious."

Zheng Ren kept waiting for his phone to ring, but as the saying goes, 'heaven answers human wishes'—tonight was unusually quiet, and Yang Lei didn't call to summon him back for surgery.

"Zheng Ren had been worried his phone would ring, but as the saying goes, 'heaven follows human wishes'; tonight seemed especially quiet, and Yang Lei's side didn't call to notify Zheng Ren to return for surgery."

After the two women finished their meal, it was almost nine o'clock. Thanks to the food and Zheng Ren's steady professional reassurance, Xie Yiren's mood noticeably lifted.

"After the two girls finished eating, it was already nearly nine o'clock. With the food and Zheng Ren's continual professional reassurance, Xie Yiren's expression clearly improved a lot."

Stepping out of the restaurant, a cold wind laced with snow pellets stung Zheng Ren's face.

"Stepping out of the hotel gate, the cold wind carried snow pellets that lashed Zheng Ren's face."

It really hurts.

"It really hurt."

Zheng Ren instinctively pulled his clothes tighter to keep warm.

"Zheng Ren instinctively tightened his clothes to seek a bit more warmth."

"Huh? Director Zheng, why are you still wearing only a single layer?" Chu Yanzi exclaimed.

"\"Huh? Chief Zheng, why are you still wearing just a single layer? \" Chu Yan zhi exclaimed in surprise."

"It's not that I haven't gone home to change since becoming head of inpatient services—I've only been out a few hours today, so I didn't have time to swing by." Zheng Ren said.

"\"It's not that I haven't gone home to change clothes since becoming Inpatient Chief; I've only been out for a few hours today, so I didn't have time to go back. \" Zheng Ren said."

"Tsk tsk, living like this is really rough. Don't you care about anything besides surgery?"

"\"Tsk tsk, living like this, you're really rough. Don't you pay attention to anything besides surgery? \""

"Who said that? I do read novels when I have time." Zheng Ren's protest sounded feeble in the north wind and was quickly swept away.

"\"Who said that? I still read novels when I have time. \" Zheng Ren's defense was as feeble as the north wind, and it was immediately blown away."

It looks like I need to find time to buy some new clothes, Zheng Ren mused.

"It seems I need to find time to buy a new set of clothes; Zheng Ren calculated in his mind."

On the return trip, they first dropped Zheng Ren off at City First Hospital.

"On the way back, they first dropped Zheng Ren off at City First Hospital."

As the emergency department loomed closer, Zheng Ren felt, for the first time, that he didn't want to go back to work.

"Watching the emergency building draw nearer, Zheng Ren for the first time in his life had the thought of not wanting to go back to work."

That meal just now didn't have any obvious highlight for Zheng Ren, but he ate with a calm, especially comfortable feeling.

"That meal just now, Zheng Ren didn't know what its highlights were, but he ate with a calm mind, feeling especially comfortable."

Regarding that meal just then, Zheng Ren didn't know what its highlight was, but he ate with a Calm mood, feeling particularly at ease.

The car stopped at the entrance of City First Hospital's Jizhen Da Lou, Zheng Ren got out of the car, waved goodbye.

The Volvo XC60 started up, and Zheng Ren inexplicably felt a sense of reluctance in his heart.

Suddenly the car braked, Xie Yiren ran out wearing a red down jacket. Without waiting for Zheng Ren to react, Xie Yiren approached and gave him a big hug.

Her hair was soft and fine; as the north wind stirred, it lightly brushed against Zheng Ren's face, making him a little itchy.

"Chief Zheng, thank you." Xie Yiren whispered softly in Zheng Ren's ear,

It was deeply moving.

Zheng Ren's whole body stiffened; he wanted to say something, but his thoughts seemed frozen by the cold wind, and a faint fragrance filled his ears and nose.

It seemed like only a moment, yet also like an eternity; Xie Yiren turned and ran back to the car, raising a small hand and waving goodbye.

Watching the Volvo XC60's sleek, protruding front and tapered rear gradually disappear from sight, Zheng Ren remained rooted in front of the emergency building, unable to pull himself away.