Chapter 2046: with translation of chapter title

There were clouds on the horizon, thick and dense, that patch of brightness somewhat blurred.

But,

Light is light,

As the light appeared, Zheng Ren felt himself warming up.

Soon,

The brightness turned orange‑red, and the black clouds grew even darker after the warm brightness appeared, blocking the light in the far distance.

"This sky is called ghost's grin," Zheng Ren said softly, looking at the faint orange‑red in the distance.

"Mm, I know." Xie Yiren hid in Zheng Ren's embrace, rubbed against him, found a more comfortable position, "The coldest moment is just before dawn."

"The sky will brighten soon," Zheng Ren murmured.

Unnoticed, half the sun had already passed the horizon but was still hidden in the clouds. Black and red intertwined, outlining on the sea surface the final blend of day and night.

The clouds on the horizon seemed to have faded somewhat in the light of the rising sun.

The whole sky gradually shifted from fiery orange to deep blue, while the sea below reflected a sheet of red.

Zheng Ren felt his body turn warm and cozy as the orange‑red appeared. Perhaps it was a human self‑perception of color and a psychological suggestion; he pondered these random thoughts.

But soon, these instinctive thoughts quickly dissipated.

The view before him was extremely beautiful, like a colossal watercolor painting—simple, unadorned colors yet brilliantly bright.

From the mountain base came faint voices, but now everyone seemed to be admiring this splendid scroll; the world fell silent. Only the gorgeous, dazzling sky remained, and Xie Yiren quietly gazing at the distant sunrise in his arms.

As the sun grew brighter and rose higher, the distant dark clouds gradually dispersed. The black gloom was pierced by countless beams of light, specks of gold sprinkling the sea surface, then like a shattered silver bottle, light poured forth.

In the snap of a finger, myriad rays of light rose with the sea's waves; although only half a morning sun, it lifted the heart.

Grandeur and beauty merged, and from below the mountain came waves of exclamations.

It truly was beautiful; Zheng Ren held Xie Yiren tighter.

The scenery was beautiful, and so was the person. Xiao Yi Ren's face reflected the morning light; her creamy white skin seemed almost translucent, pure and tranquil.

Zheng Ren felt the morning sun on his face, hands, and arms, dispelling the chill of the cold night.

It seemed even the sea breeze had grown gentle, no longer bone‑chilling as the night had been.

After an unknown while, the entire sky's dark clouds were stained red by the rising sun, and the morning glow overflowed.

Sky,

still brightened.

"Truly beautiful." Xie Yiren seemed intoxicated, murmuring.

Zheng Ren gave a slight nod, tucked Xie Yiren's exposed little hand into his clothing, and adjusted the hem.

He had never imagined a sunrise could be this beautiful; although unprepared, that final gorgeous vista still shocked Zheng Ren.

The music ended, the crowd dispersed, the sun fully rose—signifying the start of a new day.

The sea breeze at the mountaintop had warmed a little, yet Zheng Ren saw Xiao Yi Ren still struggling a bit against the blow.

"Let's go." Zheng Ren rubbed his cheek against Xie Yiren's hair, speaking softly.

"Mm, the sunrise really is beautiful." Xie Yiren said softly, "I've seen it a few times before, but none were as lovely as this."

Luck seemed still decent, Zheng Ren thought.

After all the travel, if we couldn't even see the sun at the end, that would be a letdown.

Xie Yiren was about to give Zheng Ren her clothing to wear, but saw him squat down again.

"Won't it be tiring to carry me down the mountain?" Xie Yiren said, yet she promptly flopped onto Zheng Ren's back.

Her body wriggled a few times, like a lazy cat finding a comfortable pose.

Zheng Ren felt joy in his heart, carrying Xie Yiren down the mountain.

Going down is harder than going up, especially on this undeveloped mountain where the trail is entirely trodden by visitors into a wild slope.

Yet Zheng Ren's steps were steady, his upper body hardly moving, as if walking on level ground.

Returning to the car, the distant crowd watching the sunrise was thinning out.

Xie Yiren reluctantly jumped down from Zheng Ren's back and got into the car.

"Tired?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Not tired." Xie Yiren said, "Even pulling an all‑night surgery isn't tiring; how could watching the sunrise with you be?"

Zheng Ren gave a simple, honest smile, sat in the passenger seat, and recalled the recent beauty.

The Volvo turned around, and Zheng Ren glanced back at the seaside.

Memories linger here; I don't know if I'll often think of them.

"Drive slowly on the road, don't rush. If you get tired, find a rest area to take a break." Zheng Ren said this while feeling uneasy inside.

Usually men drive while women sleep in the passenger seat.

But with us, everything is reversed.

"Don't worry!" Xie Yiren made an energetic gesture and drove away from the seaside.

……

……

Di Du tumor, after Lin Yuanzhang started work he called Shen, the director of Gastroenterology Surgery.

After handing over his shift, Director Shen came to the office.

"Director Shen, please sit." Lin Yuanzhang prepared himself for a protracted battle.

Director Shen looked at Lin Yuanzhang, wondering what the matter was.

"Xinglin Yuan, shall we go see?"

"Surgery Livestream Room?" Director Shen asked.

Lin Yuanzhang nodded.

"Zheng Lao Ban has performed many Shou Bing recently." Director Shen did not know Lin Yuanzhang's intention, gave a cautious reply, by the book, without mixing in any of his own opinion.

Surgery live broadcast is such a thing, yet there really are people who dare to do it long-term; Director Shen is also quite impressed.

Regarding such a "newborn" thing, Director Shen holds a cautious viewpoint.

He does not worry that Lin Yuanzhang has an opinion about the Surgery Livestream Room; he fears that Lin Yuanzhang has water in the brain, insists on setting up some kind of live broadcast room at Di Du Tumor, the whole world……the whole country……MD! Even if it's hospital-wide live broadcast, he couldn't stand it.

Is that something a person would do?

One mistake, and from now on he won't be able to face his colleagues as a person.

Director Shen was very worried, beating a small drum in his heart, carefully observing Lin Yuanzhang's expression.

If Lin Yuanzhang really has water in the brain and wants to do some kind of live broadcast surgery, hoping to spread the fame of Di Du Tumor, what can be done?

He would definitely have to refuse.

But should he refuse politely or firmly? Should he admit his own inability?

Really……what's up with 912, that Zheng Lao Ban is young and vigorous, cluelessly messing around. The hospital also doesn't manage him; what now?

He looked at Lin Yuanzhang, face as still as water, not knowing what he was thinking, his heart even more uneasy.

"Did you watch yesterday's broadcast?" Lin Yuanzhang asked.

"No……I didn't watch." Director Shen replied cautiously, "I was busy in my department yesterday, did Shou Bing until after six, then after eating I went home to sleep."

"Hard work." Lin Yuanzhang said lightly: "The surgical + interventional procedure for transverse colon and descending colon repeated malformation, what do you think?"

Hearing the series of professional terms coming from Lin Yuanzhang's mouth, Director Shen felt a bit dazed.