Chapter 2102: 2029 Lying Win (Monthly Ticket 65500 Bonus Chapter ×131)

The wrinkles at the corner of the eye don't look important, but their presence can make a person look 3–5 years older.

Moreover, this is one of the places where wrinkles appear most easily, and Lin JiaoJiao has always been unable to do anything about them.

But after lying on the operating table for a few hours, those fine little wrinkles actually disappeared.

"This… the incision?" Lin JiaoJiao asked in astonishment.

"Sister Lin, Boss has brought out the Nobel Prize in Physics optical tweezers technology, and even used the most badass M4-segment intracranial vascular anastomosis method to give you an external capillary anastomosis procedure—do you really think you need a large incision?"

"..." Lin JiaoJiao remained silent.

"About 1.5 millimeters, you can see it if you look closely." Zheng Ren had already torn off his sterile gown and said with a smile: "How's the surgery effect, Yi Ren?"

Xie Yiren looked at Lin JiaoJiao, nodded earnestly, and a strange light shone from her eyes.

Returning to youth, for women, is almost one of the most important things in the world. Even Xie Yiren is quite interested in it.

Lin JiaoJiao, besides being excited, her eye sockets turned red.

"Sister Lin, don't cry!" Su Yun hurriedly said, "The transplanted fat cells haven't established blood supply yet; even after capillary anastomosis, you still need to wait at least 24 hours."

"Oh oh." Lin JiaoJiao immediately replied.

"It's done, rest early, Sister Lin." Zheng Ren said, "We won't eat today; let's get together once you're better."

Lin JiaoJiao nodded repeatedly.

Getting together, making money, whatever… were all thrown to the clouds by her.

Compared to turning back time and returning to youth, these are not important.

As for Boss Zheng, he naturally says what he says.

"Don't sleep holding a mirror at night." Seeing Lin JiaoJiao's excited state, Su Yun immediately cautioned, "The quality of sleep will affect the establishment of local blood flow."

"Mm-hmm." Lin JiaoJiao agreed without hesitation.

Liu Hui watched the wrinkles disappear from Lin JiaoJiao's eye corners; no gauze was needed, as if no surgery had been done, and the whole person seemed to have become much younger under magic's effect, making Liu Hui envy her endlessly.

Begging Boss Zheng to give her the same surgery, this is Liu Hui's only thought.

She actually wanted to say that.

But when the operation started, from the conversation between Boss Zheng and his assistant, Liu Hui already heard a firm refusal.

She figured that if she rushed to beg someone, she would only be mercilessly refused.

Lin JiaoJiao is really lucky; Liu Hui's envious heart is about to explode. Envy, jealousy, hatred—all kinds of emotions intertwine, hard to describe.

"Huh? Old Liu, why aren't you going home?" Zheng Ren opened the operating room door and saw Liu Xu zhi standing outside, as if waiting for his own surgery to end.

What time is it now? He's not going home—doesn't he fear being beaten bloody by his shrewish wife with a rolling pin?

"Boss Zheng, knowing you're here for surgery, I didn't leave after stepping down." Liu Xu zhi said, bending his waist: "Anything tonight? Going home to eat a meal?"

Zheng Ren's heart stirred, and he laughed as he turned to look.

Su Yun looked indifferent, while Xie Yiren smiled and nodded.

"Sure, next is Chang Yue; today I'll go to your place for a free meal." Zheng Ren laughed.

Lin JiaoJiao also felt a bit jealous.

If I said that myself, the chance of being rejected by Boss Zheng would be as high as 120%.

What's good about a lousy old man? Why does Boss Zheng treat him differently?

"Sister Lin, hurry back and do a local warm compress, keep the temperature not too high to aid capillary reconstruction." After saying that, Zheng Ren put his arm around Liu Xu zhi's shoulders and went to change clothes.

"Old Liu, what tasty dish does your wife make?" Su Yun shouted.

"At this time, making hand-pulled noodles, okay? She's good at it."

"I've had it in Xilin Town; it's pretty good." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "The texture is nice, it's chewy."

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The director of the Community Hospital, Sun Ming, sat happily at home.

He himself had achieved nothing in his life, but this person—when luck comes, no one can stop it.

Boss Zheng arrived on seven-colored auspicious clouds, and the whole Community Hospital underwent a huge change.

Although Sun Ming knows that from the day Boss Zheng started renovating here, it no longer belongs to him, he has no objections; on the contrary, he's quite happy.

One month passed, and the Community Hospital issued bonuses.

A thick stack of money was taken home by Sun Ming, placed on the tea table, and when speaking, his back straightened considerably.

Cash is great; money in a bank card is just a number.

He hehe laughed, recalling what he had done this past month.

He did nothing.

This is lying to win! You don't have to do anything, income rolls upward; it's undeniable that that little Boss Zheng has some truth to his words.

His own wife also had nothing much to say; tonight she'll fry a few dishes, and the couple will face the red money, drinking a couple of cups happily.

If there's anything to worry about lately, it's that a few days ago he and his wife had slight allergies, with swelling on the backs of their hands and face, red spots and itching.

Going to the hospital for inpatient IV drip, they also didn't find anything; a few days of medicine will do, and he just got discharged today.

Although he doesn't really care, he should still take preventive measures.

He was given three days of dexamethasone and cetirizine treatment; just now back home, he put all the things recently bought at home into another room to avoid allergies.

As for what the allergy is, Sun Ming doesn't care either. Allergens shouldn't be too many; as an old doctor of many years, he's seen it all.

Take it slow to find out, what's the rush? Besides, this isn't something you can figure out by hurrying; hundreds of needles for allergen testing—Sun Ming doesn't want to suffer that.

"Old Sun, it's time to eat."

Sun Ming happily held the money in his hand, sat at the dining table, and using an old-style bill checker to look at the anti-counterfeit marks on the money, his heart blossomed with joy.

"Your income this month is not bad." His lover brought the dishes to the table and opened two bottles of beer.

At home, the couple didn't bother with formalities; each had a bottle and just drank.

"That's right, Zheng Lao Ban is so capable, you haven't seen it." Sun Ming said with a chuckle.

"You say, why isn't our side being demolished?" Sun Ming's spouse started nagging about this again.

Demolition is now one of the simplest ways to get rich.

In Pengcheng, there's an old man selling duck noodles, selling at a loss, and hasn't raised the price for over ten years.

Why?

People's families, after demolition, got more than ten apartments; the rent alone is enough to live on.

Moreover, the houses after demolition actually face a second demolition... This is really enviable.

Sun Ming is from out of town, but his wife is a Di Du native, and they also have a house at home. Yet each time demolition comes, they just miss it—don't know if heaven is playing a joke on him.

"What's the rush?" Sun Ming said with a smile. "After the demolition, those folks from the old hometown will swarm over to mooch off us."

"That's right." Sun Ming's spouse took a sip of beer, feeling refreshed, "Just bring some local specialties from the hometown; Di Du lacks what you say."

"The rice and flour we brought are all ground ourselves. The honey is from our own bees. The rapeseed oil is good; supposedly those edible oils on the market are all genetically modified, but our hometown's oil isn't like that."

"That's not worth it."

The couple drinking is really pleasant. Especially when using a bill counter to examine the anti-counterfeit marks on the banknotes, that joy rises from the heart.