Chapter 1937: 1869 Self-Inflicted Trap (Monthly Ticket 39500 Bonus ×79)

Arriving at the hospital, Liu Zewei was already there. He sat on one side, twiddling his bald head, and began reviewing the medical records.

Seeing Zheng Ren arrive, Liu Zewei hurriedly stood up, "Zheng Lao Ban, you're here."

"Huh, huh?" Zheng Ren hadn't shifted his emotions from the matter Su Yun just mentioned about reducing the sauce over high fire, and his response was a bit slow.

But he quickly realized there might be news from Sheng Cheng; otherwise, Liu Zewei would be too busy to stop and talk to him.

"Old Gao contacted Xia Hua; he and his father discussed it for a long time and finally decided on the surgery," Liu Zewei said.

"Fine, this weekend I'll drive back," Zheng Ren said indifferently.

"Old Gao wants to first ask when you have time, then he'll call you to communicate," Liu Zewei said with a smile. "I think there's no need to be so polite."

"That's right, Old Gao is too polite—just a call when something comes up, he overthinks." Zheng Ren went to change clothes and glanced at the patient scheduled for surgery today.

Handing over early, performing surgery—everything proceeded as a matter of course, dull yet busy.

But Zheng Ren was fine; he just sat in the operating room chair, eyes fixed on the screen watching Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei's surgical procedure.

Almost perfect; even Zheng Ren couldn't find many faults.

Zheng Ren felt a bit regretful; Old Liu's skill was about as good as it gets—how long has it been? Over a month?

It's May now; as the professor's case numbers keep piling up, he'll soon head to Sweden to hustle for the Nobel Prize.

Nobel Prize…

Just thinking of that, Zheng Ren recalls the Bruhl Family's castle in the Alps.

Old Luoqie said he'd come see me, but over those few days in London he never showed up.

Since he didn't come, there was no point waiting, so after his surgery Zheng Ren took Yi Ren out for a day and then flew back home.

I just don't know if he'll meet me and spout nonsense about giving up the Nobel Prize.

Damn it!

Zheng Ren thought and thought, then suddenly laughed.

The invisible barriers, the sky-full of bats, the pouring blood rain all made him feel quite pleased.

Soon, his thoughts returned to the operating room.

The professor is leaving, and Old Liu will go too after a while. What about the surgeries?

I'm definitely fine, but the doctors coming for training still need to gradually come to the operating room to undergo the baptism of my hemostatic forceps.

Well, I'll leave this to Su Yun.

Zheng Ren had grown accustomed to delegating all administrative work to Su Yun.

The key is that Su Yun really does a good job—just as he said, a flawless assistant.

After the surgery, Liu Zewei sent the patient back to the ward, Professor Rudolf Wagner began copying data, and Zheng Ren stood up and walked into the operating room.

"What's for lunch?" Zheng Ren asked Xiao Yi Ren.

"Tomorrow I'm going to Sheng Cheng, then back to Hai Cheng; I want to buy some things for Big Chu and Little Chu this afternoon," Xie Yiren said while clearing surgical waste.

"Oh oh oh." Zheng Ren let out three "ohs" in a row.

Going shopping—his first reaction to such a thing is to refuse.

Every time he enters a mall, he feels dizzy, headachy, nauseous, wanting to vomit. His vestibular nerve seems to start continuously discharging abnormal bioelectricity, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to say how the afternoon would be, Zheng Ren's deep-seated survival instinct immediately took over his mind.

Isn't this courting death?

He suppressed his initial thought and whispered, "I'll go watch a surgery for esophageal atresia; if nothing comes up, I'll go after lunch."

"Huh?" Xie Yiren blinked, looked up at Zheng Ren, and said, "You have time? I thought you were busy."

Oh, so Xiao Yi Ren was preparing…

Zheng Ren had barely relaxed for less than a second when he saw Xie Yiren's face break into a bright smile: "Great, we haven't gone shopping together in ages!"

"……"

Zheng Ren felt he was wrong—why suggest going shopping for no reason?

"Then you go watch the surgery first; I'll tighten up my time here and WeChat you when I'm done," Xie Yiren said, her movements much lighter.

"Okay." Zheng Ren forced a smile.

Go ahead, go shopping with Xiao Yi Ren; the discomfort from the vestibular nerve is always a bit less.

Zheng Ren went to change clothes; Su Yun—who knows what he was up to today—Zheng Ren couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

All kinds of administrative work need to be done, and a lot of time is wasted on the road.

Nothing is easy; Zheng Ren felt that if he just gave random orders, it would be better to let things take their natural course.

Well, now all the work is on track, proving his choices weren't wrong.

He glanced at the system panel; the Fame Under Heaven fourth-stage task progress had reached 1023/10000.

The community hospital opened; in a month, a little over a hundred patients can receive treatment.

This is a small fraction; most of the task progress comes from first- and second-stage trainees returning worldwide to perform surgeries.

Because the Big Pig Trotter has strict requirements, the surgery completion rate must reach 100%.

However, as time passes, doctors who have learned the new TIPS surgery method become more proficient, and the pace of progress speeds up.

What Zheng Ren envies is the task reward of +6 Luck Value.

After many experiences, Zheng Ren knows the Luck Value's effect shows up everywhere, and the resulting benefits go without saying.

Completion still seems far off, and he doesn't know when the third-stage trainees will arrive; Zheng Ren quietly noted this to ask Su Yun later.

After changing clothes, he returned to the Intervention Department and made a round of the patients.

Post-op conditions were stable; Zheng Ren had become rather blasé. Surgery success is a given; only failure warrants close attention.

Afterward, Zheng Ren contacted the thoracic surgery department; they sent over a patient, and he went up to watch the surgery.

Standing in the operating room, Zheng Ren began to reflect on his "mistake."

Girls need time to be accompanied; I've recently seemed to throw all my energy into work, and the time I spend each day with Xiao Yi Ren is just the evening when I come home and look at the scenery on the balcony.

This is wrong, Zheng Renye knows.

But...

Forget it, this afternoon I must perk up and go shopping properly with Xiao Yi Ren.

If my body can't take it, then I'll just... with the energy potion...

I bet even Big Pig Trotter wouldn't have guessed that Zheng Ren this guy would think of using the precious energy potion to go shopping with his girlfriend.

However, this seems to also be one use of the energy potion, a novel use.

The Shou Bing went smoothly, excision and anastomosis, no accidents occurred. Fang Lin's skill is also not low; Zheng Ren didn't even lift a hand, and upon seeing the Shou Bing finish, he greeted and left on his own.

The phone's WeChat notification sounded.

Zheng Ren took out his phone and opened the WeChat interface.

【I'm done, has Sister Yue finished her side?】

Xie Yiren asked.

Oh, do I still have to bring Chang Yue this lightbulb? Zheng Ren raised his head and asked: "Chang Yue, when will you be done?"

"Still need about half an hour." Chang Yue said.

【Still have half an hour.】

【Then I'll rest a bit, wait for Sister Yue to finish, and we'll go have lunch together.】