Chapter 2021: with translation of chapter title

When Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned home, it was already late at night.

The technical equipment brought by Master Yan was quite good; it was temporarily installed in Lin JiaoJiao's hospital, and Zheng Ren performed a trial interventional surgery using a rabbit.

There was no sense of touch at all, and Zheng Ren felt that his realm had been forcibly suppressed.

But as long as he could move from the operating room to outside the operating room, that would be a huge progress!

Any revolutionary progress is accumulated bit by bit; wanting to achieve it in one fell swoop is unlikely.

The Industrial Revolution, beginning with the alchemist's invention of the reverberatory furnace, only after over a hundred years of technological accumulation did it gradually get underway.

Some things cannot be rushed.

"Boss, I have an idea," Su Yun said while walking.

"Huh?"

"Back when the turbulence project was underway, you and Doctor Olsson were communicating, and there was a lazy person posted on the wall—do you still remember?" Su Yun asked.

"I remember, Shihuairu?"

"I've been in contact with him recently; my original purpose was mainly to ask whether our side has made any progress on the turbulence project. But that should be classified, so I can't get an answer."

"You shouldn't ask; we are just doctors, physicians—seeing patients well is enough." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"That has nothing to do with what you said," Su Yun said disdainfully: "That person is somewhat interesting; I suspect he has scholar's syndrome."

……

This disease is rare, but the System Panel gave no diagnosis; if Su Yun's judgment is correct, then the change in behavior associated with scholar's syndrome would not be considered an illness on the Big Pig Trotter's side.

"What do you want to say?" Zheng Ren asked.

"You've mentioned several times the sense of touch; the technology brought by Chu Nu Ang Sai has a similar tactile item." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren stopped and began to ponder Su Yun's words.

"Come on," Su Yun said, "the difficulty is too great! I'll find him to see if he can help merge the two technologies."

Zheng Ren thought, the description is indeed wonderful, but this is merely a dream.

Afterwards, the two fell silent, each with their own thoughts; when they returned home, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue were already asleep, and only Heizi greeted Zheng Ren and Su Yun with a wagging tail.

Going upstairs, sleeping, tomorrow is another new day.

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The next day passed just as before; rounds at the community hospital, then back to room 912 to prepare for surgery.

In the office, Liu Zewei rubbed his bald head while telling a resident physician what to pay attention to on this side.

Upon seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun enter, he immediately stood up.

"Boss Zheng, my side..." Liu Zewei felt a bit embarrassed.

"Your matter is important; hurry up and finish the handover, then go home to take care of things. Once you become director, let us know." Zheng Ren said with a gentle smile: "When will you leave?"

"If there's no problem, then tonight at midnight." Liu Zewei couldn't wait any longer.

Such matters, if delayed, will change.

It's possible that even a single night, or even an hour, could have a huge impact on the final outcome.

The gap between a director and a team-leading professor is wide enough for a person to spend a lifetime crossing.

Going from boy to man is nothing; even going from man to a decrepit old man might not be enough to finish this road.

Zheng Ren patted Liu Zewei on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Today's surgery, I'll take you along."

Liu Zewei still felt a little torn inside.

Before Gao Shaojie called him, Liu Zewei already knew the news that Director Jin was critically ill.

All he did was waver and hesitate.

On the Imperial Capital side, Boss Zheng's medical team is thriving, clearly with a bright future. But that is a long-term option, whereas the director position back home is already a ripe fruit.

Earlier hesitation stemmed from Gao Shaojie having the advantage of timing, location, and harmony. After all, I am in the Imperial Capital, and many things cannot be resolved over the phone. If I just up and leave, offending Boss Zheng, we might never see each other again!

But a single phone call from Gao Shaojie dispelled all of Liu Zewei's doubts.

In the choice between the director and Boss Zheng, Gao Shaojie gave Liu Zewei the right to make the active choice.

Originally Liu Zewei worried whether Boss Zheng would have any objections to him, but after meeting and speaking today, he felt relieved.

Boss Zheng not only had no objections, but also wanted to perform a few more surgeries himself before leaving.

Liu Zewei understood the weight of those words; he remained silent and could only bow deeply.

Zheng Ren chuckled, was about to say something to Old Liu, when a knocking sound came from the door.

"Zheng...... Boss."

"Huh? The voice sounds very familiar."

Zheng Ren turned his head and saw the Harvard high-achiever from yesterday standing at the door; the mosaic on his face was relatively light, and at the very least Zheng Ren could see a swaying ponytail, leaving an impression.

"Lin Yuan, anything up?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss Zheng, may I ask if your medical team is short-staffed?" Lin Yuan tried to keep a smile.

This is a job application, her first ever job search.

"No shortage," Su Yun said, sitting in a chair, head down playing with her phone, outright rejecting with disdain.

Zheng Ren chuckled.

"Aren't you a tumor doctor from the Imperial Capital? Why have you come over here?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, I have just returned from graduating with a doctorate from Harvard Medical School in the United States, and I am still looking for a job." Lin Yuan emphasized her Harvard Medical School doctorate graduation.

Normally, a Harvard Medical School doctorate graduation would be a title shocking enough to astonish people.

But facing Boss Zheng and the lifelong professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, Lin Yuan lost that confidence.

"We already said there's no shortage—do you have a hearing problem?" Su Yun lifted her head, blew a breath, her black bangs fluttering, full of contempt.

Zheng Ren didn't speak, he casually found a place to sit.

"Doctor Su, Di Du Cardiothoracic Surgery's rising star." Lin Yuan also wasn't angry; last night she did homework, she knew the basic situation of Zheng Lao Ban's Medical Team.

As for the identity of the sharp-tongued assistant, it was also clear.

"Boss, this bunch of people who came back from the United States are all out of touch." Su Yun and Zheng Ren explained, "They have huge tempers, with just one mouth they go on about how we are, as if their diagnostic and Shou Bing levels are really much higher than others."

"My level is really high." Lin Yuan said seriously.

"Have Boss, have me, you stand here saying your level is high?" Su Yun said disdainfully.

"Doctor Su, it seems you're not the BOSS of this project team, right?" Lin Yuan began to be unhappy.

"I only do Shou Bing, look at patients, other things Su Yun handles." Zheng Ren wasn't very interested in that crane with a ponytail.

Although yesterday she Persistence patient diagnosis was not lung cancer, she still had some ability.

But just as Su Yun said, in the Medical Team there is oneself, there is Su Yun, the Technique level has no major flaws.

Even if Liu Zewei leaves, it doesn't touch the root.

Many things aren't urgent. If you really find someone who goes around raising problems, a high-eyed, low-handed good-for-nothing, whatever work they do is inefficient, causing trouble everywhere, it's too late to regret.

"Yo, Little Lin has come." Director Kong walked in laughing.