Chapter 195: with translation of chapter title

"It's me." Zheng Ren answered the phone, his voice suddenly a bit restrained.

Su Yun sneered.

"Hmm, it's fine, just a superficial wound."

"Okay, I'll be careful."

"Hmm, go back soon, don't worry."

After a few brief words, Zheng Ren hung up.

"First time dating?" Su Yun leaned in and asked.

"..." Zheng Ren was a bit dazed.

Is this considered dating? He didn't know. Just in the moment of answering the phone, he felt like a child who had made a mistake.

"Be bold, thick-skinned, a brave woman fears a clingy man." Su Yun earnestly instructed.

"Is this your experience?"

"No, I don't need it at all." Su Yun flicked his forehead hair, looking damn cool.

Zheng Ren didn't want to deal with this guy, so he walked briskly forward.

"It's time to go downstairs." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren felt his ears a bit hot; Su Yun this guy was really annoying. Still, he should be bolder, and that was right.

He had planned to go out for a bite, but Zheng Ren was wearing a white coat, shivering in the cold wind, looking as weird as could be.

He had no choice but to return to the guesthouse; Zheng Ren only brought underwear, lacking warm clothes like a sweater. Su Yun threw in a few sarcastic remarks and tossed his own sweater at Zheng Ren.

Feng Xu Hui, Manager Feng, had already thoughtfully ordered takeout; Zheng Ren wasn't pretentious, just ate a bite since there was food, and there was a meeting in the afternoon.

It had been a while since an academic meeting; who knows what the style in the capital is—whether it's a few crisp sentences and done, or professors keep speaking nonstop, not finishing until eight or nine at night.

"How's your shoulder?" Zheng Ren had changed clothes, and Su Yun asked.

Although it was caring words, coming from that jerk's mouth, it didn't sound good at all.

Zheng Ren found it strange how Su Yun had so many friends in the capital.

"Not bad, nothing." Zheng Ren said.

"Are you sure you want to go to the meeting? Looking like that, you can't possibly wear lead clothing to do surgery. I'll ask Professor Pei for leave; with something this big happening, who could force you to operate?"

"Dead cold weather, nowhere to stroll." Zheng Ren said seriously: "Since we're here, let's go listen; it's not a bad thing."

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren like he was an idiot, but seeing his clear eyes, he truly didn't get the meaning, so he sighed and explained plainly.

"When you went out, Xiao Yi Ren bought you an outfit. Before heading back, shouldn't you stroll around to see what girls like and bring something back for her?"

Zheng Ren froze; this… this was completely outside his life experience.

"Can't be bothered to tell you." Su Yun blew a breath, his forehead hair fluttering.

Zheng Ren thought it over and felt Su Yun made sense.

Let's find time to see what to buy for Xie Yiren and the others, but today we should still go to the meeting.

Feng Xu Hui heard the two's conversation, turned around, noted it in his phone memo, and marked it important.

This Chief Zheng seems like a fool-type business talent, easy to handle, easy to handle; Feng Xu Hui cheered himself up inside.

Twenty-plus minutes later, Feng Xu Hui's takeout arrived.

He went downstairs to get the takeout, jogging back all the way.

Feng Xu Hui placed the takeout on the table, hesitating whether to eat together, when he heard Zheng Ren say: "Manager Feng, let's grab a bite together."

"Alright." Feng Xu Hui, after a morning of fuss, was also hungry.

But he didn't expect Zheng Ren and Su Yun to eat so fast—under five minutes they had wolfed down their food.

This is one of a doctor's basic skills, especially in a busy department—eating fast, just to fill the stomach. Who knows when a critical patient will be rushed in; rescuing for seven or eight hours is routine.

If you eat slowly, you might end up hungry.

This could be considered a human survival instinct.

After finishing the meal, Su Yun led Zheng Ren straight to the research institute.

The research institute is in a newly built high-rise in the back courtyard, spacious and bright.

Obviously, this place is not only the center for surgical research but also has research divisions for pharmacology, pathology, and other disciplines.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to the third floor and entered a medium-sized meeting room. Su Yun didn't know if he'd been here before or heard about it, but he was quite familiar with the situation. Zheng Ren didn't mind either; just following Su Yun was fine, no need to waste brainpower on this.

In the third-floor meeting room, seven or eight people were scattered here and there, seated and waiting for the meeting to start.

It looks like someone will give a rundown of the research progress, so the newly arrived surgical "beasts" can learn how to perform this strange, bizarre surgery.

The so-called surgical beasts are young people raised by some professors. For example, a renowned hand surgery professor domestically, who seventeen or eighteen years ago pioneered microsurgical limb replantation, then raised a batch of "surgical beasts."

General surgery is fine, but microsurgery becomes difficult to practice after fifty.

After all, the eyes deteriorate—can't do surgery, and even reading a newspaper is hard.

Back then, domestic medical procedures weren't strict, so among those young people doing surgery, some even lacked a practitioner's license.

But nowadays, that doesn't exist anymore.

In the institute, the professors can only summon their own graduate and doctoral students to finish the final clinical work of the research.

Zheng Ren refused Su Yun's idea of sitting in the front row, went to the back rows, casually picked an empty corner, sat down, looked at the screen ahead, and recalled the local anatomy of the prostate in his mind.

"You're really that aloof?" Su Yun, half-smiling, sat beside Zheng Ren and asked: "These people are all going to be top interventional experts nationwide; the absolute top talents will surely come from here."

"Oh, I know." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"What a waste of Director Pan's good intentions; you don't really think you can personally wield the knife and do this surgery, do you?" Su Yun's expression grew colder as Zheng Ren remained aloof.

"I'm just being casual; even getting a few glances is fine."

"Tsk tsk." Su Yun snorted coldly and said nothing more.

After ten or so minutes, seven or eight elderly professors entered, scattered and sat down. A middle-aged man with straight brows and a broad mouth stepped up to the podium, opened his computer, and played the prepared PPT.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am the secretary of this project, my name is Li Haitao. After opening the PPT, the middle-aged man introduced himself, "The important work will be done by the professors and all the energetic young people present; I am only responsible for running errands."

His modest remark won him much favor.

Next, I will talk about the professors' recent research achievements. Li Haitao opened the PPT, without further ado, started from the anatomy of the prostate.

Although he said he was just a secretary who runs errands, he probably also has a clinical background. When giving the lesson, his level of detail was just right; even though Zheng Ren had experience with three thousand partial dissections, he could hardly find any mistakes.

Di Du really is full of talent everywhere, Zheng Ren thought to himself.