Chapter 209: 0204 Feverish…… (1/5)

After simply eating a bite of noodles, Zheng Ren contacted Liang Boshi and went to the CT room to review the patient's films again.

After all, there had been a breakthrough last night; although there was no quantitative standard, Zheng Ren felt this was worth at least 100 skill points. The patient's films needed to be reviewed again to ensure tomorrow's surgery would be flawless. Moreover, there were some unclear points that Zheng Ren wanted to clarify.

It wasn't until evening that the films of all seven patients were finished. Zheng Ren was also a bit tired, so he asked Liang Boshi and Feng Xu Hui to have a meal together.

This time Feng Xu Hui didn't let Zheng Ren pay again, rushing to pay the bill.

During that time, Su Yun called, saying she wanted to have a meal with Zheng Ren. Zheng Ren didn't even think about it and directly refused.

After all, he was injured; if he messed around all night, would he even be able to do surgery tomorrow? Moreover, in Zheng Ren's world, gorging oneself was a waste of time; he still had important things to do.

Zheng Ren also gained a deeper understanding of Su Yun. No wonder, upon arriving in Di Du, she was familiar with people of similar ages; just this socializing was unbearable for Zheng Ren.

At Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, Zheng Ren could hardly imagine that Su Yun, this cynical and resentful guy, actually had such a side.

After seeing off Liang Boshi and Feng Xu Hui, peace finally descended.

Recalling yesterday's heart-pounding events and today's sudden enlightenment, Zheng Ren felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Just,

This heart-pounding feeling,

the less,

the better.

While that sudden enlightenment,

the more,

the better.

Not daring to get water on his shoulder wound, Zheng Ren simply washed up, then comfortably nestled in bed, holding his phone to read novels.

Until the phone hit his face, exhausted to the point of inability, Zheng Ren then turned off the light and went to sleep.

He slept until dawn.

His whole body ached, hot waves surged under the covers, an indescribable discomfort.

Zheng Ren woke up from the discomfort, feeling as if he had a fever, his heart sinking.

He glanced at the time; it was already six in the morning. He picked up his phone, thought about it, and instead of calling Su Yun, he called Feng Xu Hui.

"Manager Feng, hello." Zheng Ren felt his voice was weak and lacking energy.

"Hmm, I feel somewhat feverish; could you please bring me a thermometer and some fever-reducing medicine?"

"Okay, thank you."

Zheng Ren recalled, judging his condition, it should have been due to excessive excitement of bodily tissues during the rescue of Fang Lin the day before yesterday, plus being blown by the north wind while shirtless in just an outer garment, which caused the cold. It was not because of external injury leading to local infection and a stress-induced fever.

It was just a cold, Zheng Ren thought.

But a cold is also miserable, his whole body's joints sore and aching, his head dizzy and heavy,

so miserable…

Feng Xu Hui was fast; in less than twenty minutes, a knock sounded at the door.

Zheng Ren struggled to get up and opened the door for Feng Xu Hui.

Seeing Zheng Ren's appearance, Feng Xu Hui was startled. His complexion was waxy yellow, his spirit listless, nothing like yesterday when he was fully focused on reviewing the films.

He took Zheng Ren's temperature: 38.6 degrees Celsius. Feng Xu Hui boiled a pot of hot water for Zheng Ren, had him take fever medicine, then asked the front desk for a dry blanket, changed the bedsheets and blanket to dry ones, and had Zheng Ren cover up to sweat.

"Chief Zheng, you shouldn't go to surgery today." As he said this, Feng Xu Hui's heart ached.

He hoped Zheng Ren would perform the surgery, preferably excelling above all.

That way, all his own work would not be in vain.

Even last night he had been thinking, if Chief Zheng truly rose to the top, then he himself could also hold his head high in the company.

But seeing Zheng Ren's lackluster appearance, Feng Xu Hui knew that even if Zheng Ren got onto the operating table, the surgery likely couldn't be carried out.

This wasn't an appendectomy that could be finished in a few minutes, then nonchalantly slap the scalpel onto the sterile sheet beside the patient's leg, step down, and leave everything to the assistant.

Interventional surgery requires wearing a lead garment weighing dozens of kilograms to perform the operation.

For an ordinary person, wearing the lead garment for one or two hours is barely tolerable; any longer is uncertain. And Zheng Ren currently has a fever of 38.6 degrees Celsius; if he dons the lead garment for surgery, might he die on the table?

Moreover, Chief Zheng seemed to have examined films for seven patients yesterday.

Given his condition, he definitely couldn't do it, and Feng Xu Hui's mood grew somewhat gloomy.

Soon after, Su Yun got up; seeing Zheng Ren's state, she was not discouraged but instead became happy.

He sometimes hoped Zheng Ren would outshine everyone, suppressing the arrogance of people like Jin Yao Wu; at other times he didn't want Zheng Ren to do the surgery, but to return together to Haicheng.

This person's thoughts were too extreme and changed too quickly, like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

"The surgery can't be done; I'll let Professor Pei know right away. Rest and recover; when you're better, I'll take you to a few fun places to wander around, then return to Haicheng."

"……" Zheng Ren didn't understand why Su Yun especially didn't want him to do the surgery.

It definitely wasn't out of jealousy or the like; Zheng Ren could faintly sense Su Yun's inner pride—this guy surely believed that no matter how strong Zheng Ren was, given some time, surpassing him was a foregone conclusion.

It should have been when he saw that dagger stab Fang Lin the day before yesterday; this guy was stimulated again. At the meeting later, that competitive zeal was just a momentary impulse, and soon he sank low.

Perhaps, after returning, this guy would simply quit and open a pet clinic.

Just thinking that Su Yun might quit, Zheng Ren shuddered violently.

Usually he didn't think this guy was that important, but without this effeminate fellow sitting by the bedside of postoperative critical patients, holding pen and paper, with black hair fluttering over his forehead… Zheng Ren felt something was missing.

Moreover, during surgery, he had also become accustomed to having such an assistant.

It must be habit; people are just like that.

"I could still try to save the situation." Zheng Ren rarely made a joke, as cold as the wind blowing from the north, even more biting.

The joke was very cold; Su Yun's facial expression stiffened.

"Damn, you've got a fever, why are you still messing around? Just lie down honestly." Su Yun said harshly.

If it were a girl, hearing Su Yun's harsh words might make her eyes flash red, turning into a screaming monster.

But Zheng Ren was the unbending type; he felt nothing, just smiled and said, "Such a trivial problem, and you actually take it seriously."

"Really crazy, I'll go contact Professor Pei." Su Yun said angrily.

"Wait." Zheng Ren said, "After I sweat, I'll be half better; once the surgery is done, I'll probably be fully recovered."

……

"You should get some activity; lying in bed just slows recovery, right?" Zheng Ren seriously spouted nonsense, "Don't bother me—I'll work up a sweat, then eat, and get ready for surgery."

"By the way, what time is the appointment?"

"Seven thirty, at the research institute." Su Yun's face showed no expression; he knew that even if he and Professor Pei spoke, they couldn't stop Zheng Ren, this idiot, from going straight to the research institute.

This idiot!

"Alright, get up at seven." Zheng Ren finally decided.

At seven, under the effect of the antipyretic, Zheng Ren broke out in a heavy sweat, and his mental state looked somewhat better.

But faced with the lavish breakfast Feng Xu Hui brought, Zheng Ren had no appetite at all.

He ate like taking medicine, forcing himself to consume a few items.

Because of the previous lesson from the nitrite poisoning rescue, Zheng Ren didn't want to lose face in front of the nation's top experts in Di Du and Modu.

If he actually fainted on the operating table… things would get interesting.

So he especially forced himself to eat a little.

Feng Xu Hui felt a bit apprehensive, seeing Chief Zheng like this, wondering if he disliked the breakfast he bought as not tasty? His limited social experience prevented him from making a correct judgment.

After finishing breakfast, Zheng Ren changed into dry underwear, put on the outerwear delivered by Xie Yiren, and together with the listless Su Yun—whose face drooped like a donkey's—and the cautious Feng Xu Hui, he went to the research institute.

Although it was before seven thirty, most of the doctors had already arrived, including several senior professors.

Seeing Zheng Ren arrive at the research institute, Professor Pei waved and said, "Zheng Ren."

To avoid looking unpleasant, Zheng Ren forced a smile, stepped before Professor Pei, performed a Jiu Gong, and greeted him.

"I heard you encountered that nasty incident the day before yesterday?" Professor Pei, upon recalling yesterday's matter, became somewhat indignant.

Feeling empathy is inevitable; whenever such an incident occurs, the medical community tends to put themselves in the victim's shoes.

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"I heard they said you performed very well and even got injured." Professor Pei comforted Zheng Ren, "Let's just leave it at that for today's surgery; don't go ahead."

Zheng Ren immediately said, "Professor Pei, I'm fine."

"Young man, don't overreach."

"Really, I'm fine." Zheng Ren had just said this when Su Yun suddenly answered a call on the side, then came over with a strange expression, "Old Zhao is looking for you…"