Chapter 193: with translation of chapter title

0188 Put it there, I'll come.

"Let's go this afternoon; can the IV be finished?" Zheng Ren asked.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren as if he were an idiot.

"Let's go."

"What are you going to do?" Zheng Ren blinked.

"Let's do a head CT to see if there's anything wrong with your brain."

"……"

"Can you have some sense?" Su Yun angrily said: "You're a wounded person, yet you still think about wearing lead clothing to do surgery? Lying on the operating table dazed, you still want to go up? Just let me go handle the scene, you stay here and rest."

"It's not that serious." Zheng Ren shook his head. "I just want to hear what the meeting is about."

"Crazy." Su Yun said coldly.

After a brief standoff, seeing Zheng Ren insist, Su Yun took the tetanus antitoxin and left. Although he currently didn't want to do anything, as a flawless assistant, he still subconsciously went to do what he should.

Before the meeting, they would surely hand out preparation materials and such; since Zheng Ren wants to go, let him go.

Su Yun was also helpless.

"I'll give this to Boss Zheng later." Su Yun handed the tetanus antitoxin to the thoracic surgery resident on duty.

At the large tertiary hospital in Di Du, there aren't many in-house doctors; the heavy on-call work, writing medical records, performing surgeries—much of it is done by residents, graduate students, and PhD students.

Today the second-shift Inpatient Chief ran to the ICU to care for Fang Lin, leaving only a resident to look after things at home.

"Okay." The on-duty resident, nearly forty, had a somewhat dark face, was simple and honest, and steady.

After receiving the tetanus antitoxin, he suddenly smiled and said: "When I first came, I had already heard Yun Ge'er's story; you are a legend. If I had half your ability, I wouldn't be stuck in a small hometown hospital."

"Who's the mouthy one?" Su Yun's face was icy cold, his arrogant demeanor as usual.

"Yesterday I heard them chatting, Yun Ge'er, you found a small boss. I thought it was strange, what kind of person is so awesome?" The simple, honest face bore a sunny smile: "Indeed, he's damn awesome."

Su Yun was in a very bad mood, as if he hadn't heard him speak, and strode out.

The middle-aged resident also wasn't unhappy; for such a prodigy-like person of extraordinary talent, what could he say?

"Old Han, what are you grinning about?" The on-duty nurse, holding the IV bottle, returned to the treatment room and asked.

Because Fang Lin was injured, everyone's mood was somewhat repressed.

"None." Saying that, Old Han walked into the treatment room, found a 1ml syringe, preparing to do a skin test.

"Huh? What are you doing?" The nurse exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm doing a tetanus skin test for Boss Zheng." Old Han replied offhand.

"Leave it, I'll come." The little nurse hurriedly disposed of the IV needle, pushed Old Han aside, and snatched the 1ml syringe from his hand.

"……" Old Han was puzzled; wasn't he just trying to help? How come the little miss's expression made him feel like they had a deep blood feud?

"Do your job properly." The little nurse said, then walked out holding a disinfect tray with povidone-iodine, cotton swabs, and syringe.

The little nurse came to the on-call room, first stood outside the door and took a few deep breaths, then gently knocked.

Knocking on the on-call room's door, still such a gentle knock—this feeling is so unfamiliar.

During night shift, when a patient needs something, knocking to call the on-call staff up is usually rough; there's nothing this gentle now.

"Please come in." Zheng Ren's voice came out.

"Chief Zheng, I'll give you a skin test." The little nurse put on a cute smile, came to Zheng Ren's side, put down the tray in her hand, and said with a beaming smile.

"Thank you for the trouble." Zheng Ren said.

"You're too polite."

Zheng Ren's clothes had been cut to shreds and thrown away; now he was draped in Su Yun's outer garment, looking somewhat strange.

The little nurse pulled Zheng Ren's hand, tightened it, skillfully picked up the 1ml syringe with her right hand, and began subcutaneous injection of a small amount of tetanus antitoxin.

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell me right away." After finishing, the little nurse smiled and said: "Chief Zheng, where's your phone?"

"Here." Zheng Ren took out his phone, somewhat puzzled.

He hadn't set a lock-screen password; Zheng Ren thought it was a hassle and completely unnecessary.

"I'll handle it." The little nurse opened the phone, opened WeChat, found the QR code, then took out her own phone and added Zheng Ren as a friend.

Everything went smoothly in one go, to the point that Zheng Ren hardly reacted.

"If anything, WeChat me." The little nurse said and then darted away.

After a few minutes, Zheng Ren was still dazed; was this the first time a girl asked for his WeChat?

It seemed not the first time either; in Hai Cheng, that girl with a ponytail—what was her name? Right, Liu Xinru—had also asked for his WeChat.

That girl looked somewhat familiar; when exactly had he met her?

After thinking for a long time, Zheng Ren simply couldn't remember. So he gave up trying and started pondering the local anatomy of the prostate.

"Old Han, you keep an eye on things." The little nurse ran out of the on-call room and told Old Han.

Old Han agreed with a smile; the in-house nurses were far more capable than the residents; Old Han had never thought about competing. Having come for further training, he had made a few good connections; later, if he needed to ask a teacher to perform surgery, it would also be convenient.

If he offended the nurses, although whether they'd meet again in the future is uncertain, asking a professor to perform surgery would become much more complicated.

The little nurse went to the treatment room, disposed of the sharps, and recalled that morning's shift, seeing Zheng Ren manually staunching the bleeding on the cart; amidst the gore there was a reassuring heft, and unconsciously, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Su Yun returned, looked at Zheng Ren and said: "Don't go to the afternoon meeting; I'll take you to Xiang Shan, to the Miyun Reservoir to play around." Though he said it was for fun, his tone, lacking good humor, revealed his true thoughts.

"Coming to Di Du is just for study; it's only a meeting, nothing big." Zheng Ren said leisurely.

"Hey, you're not leaving the front line for a minor injury?" Su Yun's tone grew increasingly twisted.

"Just a superficial wound, it's fine." Zheng Ren smiled: "Three days of antibiotics, one shot of tetanus, stitches out in seven days, it's fine."

"I said in the group, they're coming to see you." Su Yun said.

"……" Zheng Ren's hand stiffened a bit.

"Are you being a jerk, saying that for what reason?" Zheng Ren, rarely seen, became agitated.

"I persuaded them to go back." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren, gave a cold laugh, "You're not looking at your phone?"

"I feel a bit dizzy, didn't look." Zheng Ren, hearing Su Yun say that, only then slightly relaxed, took out his phone, opened WeChat.

In the department's small group chat, there were hundreds of chat messages, densely packed, making one's head hurt just looking at them.

Su Yun shook her head, having run out of words, truly not knowing how to communicate with Zheng Ren.

The duty room fell silent; Zheng Ren picked up his phone to scroll through the chat records, only putting it down slowly after Lao Han came over to confirm that the skin test was fine.