Chapter 203: with translation of chapter title

Mu Tao knocked on the door and said, "Zheng Lao Ban is busy, huh?"

Zheng Ren turned his head, feeling somewhat puzzled; the person before him looked familiar, but... he just couldn't recall who it was.

The awkward atmosphere filled the operating room, and both felt somewhat ill at ease.

After a few seconds of silence, Mu Tao smiled kindly and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, you important people forget things easily; I am a student of Teacher Wu, my name is Mu Tao."

Zheng Ren then suddenly realized; he had seen the person before and felt familiar, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't remember where he had seen him. It turned out they had met at the research institute.

Mu Tao broke the awkwardness; Zheng Ren hurriedly stood up, with an apologetic expression, extended his hand, and said sincerely, "Teacher Mu, you're too polite. My memory is poor; please, please have a seat."

His attitude seemed fine; Mu Tao didn't get angry either.

"Zheng Lao Ban, are you looking at the images?" Mu Tao asked.

"I'm pondering; according to the images, there seem to be many malignant tumors. However, borderline liver cirrhosis nodules resemble tumors, making them indeed difficult to distinguish." Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

Because this patient's images resembled those of the Bu Ruotian patient from Sheng Cheng, Zheng Ren was also very interested, and after completing the other 3D reconstructions, he kept researching.

But it was just research; he could never find a breakthrough in differentiation.

"It's indeed hard to tell." Mu Tao felt deeply, "Then we can do intra-operative angiography, injecting as much iodine oil as possible inside, and only after a month's follow‑up CT can we tell clearly."

Zheng Ren nodded, but looking at his expression, he seemed somewhat unwilling.

Mu Tao understood clearly; probably this Zheng Lao Ban had limited ability and chose the easiest patient. Yet he was still unwilling, so he came to the CT room to examine the images frame by frame.

To treat patients this conscientiously already counts as a good doctor, even if his technical skill is a bit lacking, Mu Tao thought.

The atmosphere in the operating room continued its awkward silence; Mu Tao sighed inwardly, this young doctor from Dong Bei Hai Cheng was not only poor at socializing but also arrogant.

Is the title "Boss" something a little doctor like him can bear?

This person is probably just like that; being able to join this research project is likely the peak of his life.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you're busy, I'll go first." Although Mu Tao thought that inside, he still spoke politely.

The two had no grudge against each other; there was no need to offend or undermine Zheng Ren over this.

Zheng Ren, a bit dazed from looking at the images, upon hearing Mu Tao wanted to leave, got up to see him out.

After Mu Tao left, the CT room's operating area fell silent.

Doctor Liang sat in the chair behind, fiddling with his phone while waiting for Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren, meanwhile, focused intently on the screen, constantly changing angles to analyze each image whose morphology lay between liver cirrhosis nodules and malignant liver tumors.

Each analysis, study, and contemplation eventually accumulates into experience.

After a long while, Zheng Ren rubbed his slightly sore eyes and stood up.

"Zheng Lao Ban, have you finished your research?" Doctor Liang immediately stood up and said.

"Sorry for making you wait so long." Zheng Ren said.

"You're being too polite." Doctor Liang quickly waved his hand and said, "This is just what should be done."

Zheng Ren didn't know why it was supposed to be that way, nor was he interested in finding out how popular Su Yun was among the younger generation in Di Du; after exchanging a few polite words with Doctor Liang, he returned alone to the guesthouse.

Stepping outside, a blast of northern wind made Zheng Ren feel a piercing chill.

His clothes had been torn; Zheng Ren wore only a small sweater from Su Yun, shivering from the cold, and he jogged all the way back to the guesthouse.

Feng Xu Hui stood at the guesthouse door, holding a suitcase. Seeing Zheng Ren running back in the cold wind, he greeted him, just about to tell Zheng Ren that he had bought new clothes for him that afternoon, but Zheng Ren kept jogging, breezed past him, and went straight into the guesthouse.

This... Feng Xu Hui's closing remark. Nevertheless, he stubbornly kept holding the box and followed him inside.

Back in the guesthouse room, Feng Xu Hui boiled a pot of hot water to dispel Zheng Ren's chill.

After Su Yun finished his meal with Zhao Yunlong, he went to another gathering, yet he returned to the guesthouse earlier than Zheng Ren. Hearing Zheng Ren's return, he opened the door, came over to check the situation, wondering why this guy had come back so late.

"You say you, you only bring a few pieces of underwear when you go out, and don't know to bring more outerwear?" Su Yun, as usual, switched to mocking mode and began to spray Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren thought about it, but really didn't know how to answer.

Feng Xu Hui felt excited inside; finally he could respond in a reasonable way.

He immediately said, "Chief Zheng, I bought you two sets of clothes; would you like to try them?"

Before his words even finished, Zheng Ren's phone rang.

Zheng Ren gave a simple smile, waved his hand to indicate it wasn't needed, and answered the call.

"Oh, I'm at the guesthouse."

"Yes, the guesthouse north of the hospital."

"Alright, thank you for the trouble."

Zheng Ren hung up, smiled, and said, "A friend bought me clothes; they're coming by delivery."

"……" Feng Xu Hui felt a wave of confusion inside.

From pre‑job training to chatting with seniors after starting work and learning from experience, Feng Xu Hui believed he could handle the vast majority of things.

But whenever he dealt with Zheng Ren, something always went wrong.

Really... he couldn't even manage to flatter properly.

Who would know this kind of pain?

But... this is too fast, could it be that Chief Zheng is deceiving himself?

"Chief Zheng, is your friend in Di Du?"

"Are you stupid?" Su Yun's mocking attitude wasn't just aimed at Zheng Ren; hearing Feng Xu Hui's foolish question, he coldly replied, "Buying in Di Du, if it's same‑city, it arrives in three to five hours. That girl does everything at her own leisurely pace; arriving this late, I even thought she would have shown up while we were still in the CT room."

Feng Xu Hui wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Why am I not a girl, and why don't I usually buy things? I have no idea what 'same‑city' even means."

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have waited at the guesthouse door; I would have just called Chief Zheng—how nice that would have been.

If only I had known...

If only I had known...

This sentence has appeared in Feng Xu Hui's mind the N+1th time today.

As a result, his spirits feel somewhat listless; could it really be that he's not suited for sales? He can't even handle such a simple task.

Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun and Feng Xu Hui; the phone rang again, so he wrapped himself in his clothes and went downstairs to pick up the express delivery.

Going upstairs, he opened it and found three outfits identical to the clothes he had come in, all the same color.

"Xie Yiren, is this because you're afraid I'll get hurt again? You actually bought three outfits?" The sharp‑tongued, spiteful effeminate man in Di Du went berserk and started ranting at Xie Yiren.

Feng Xu Hui also came over and took a cautious look at the label.

The label, glittering with the light of RMB, silently told Feng Xu Hui how expensive and extraordinary each piece of clothing was.

Moreover… they were still three identical pieces.

Rich people really know how to have fun.

This time he really had nothing to say; he nudged the bag he was carrying with his heel backward, trying to disappear from Zheng Ren's view.

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