Chapter 219: with translation of chapter title

"Take a rest, I'm heading back." Su Yun and Zheng Ren saw off the two directors, glanced at the time, and said.

Zheng Ren felt helpless; he also wanted to go back to the guesthouse. In the hospital, even a single room was uncomfortable.

But this was Professor Gu's good intention; I couldn't refuse an elderly person.

Alright, then the only option is to go back to the ward.

The two went their separate ways; Zheng Ren returned to the single room and saw Feng Xu Hui standing foolishly in the corner, still dazed up to now.

"Manager Feng, what are you thinking about?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No, no. Chief Zheng, what were you just talking about?" Feng Xu Hui, somewhat dazed, asked quietly.

He always felt he had misheard; something about Willow Leaf Blade…… Chief Zheng's assistant had actually published a paper in Willow Leaf Blade? And Director Kong had approached Chief Zheng for a project that also needed to be published in Willow Leaf Blade?

Impossible; I must have misheard.

"It seems to be a new differential diagnostic method and surgical technique for small liver cancer nodules and cirrhotic nodules, intended for publication in Willow Leaf Blade." Zheng Ren said indifferently: "Anything else? If not, I'm going to rest."

"No problem, no problem." Feng Xu Hui hurriedly apologized, bade farewell to Zheng Ren, and left the single room.

Feng Xu Hui left, his mind foggy, moving like a walking corpse.

There are too many things I don't understand; I really need to digest them properly.

Zheng Ren opened the window; cold air poured in, he took several deep breaths, feeling a bit refreshed.

Can my differential method be published in Willow Leaf Blade? Zheng Ren pondered and found he wasn't particularly interested in it.

Whether one can obtain actual benefits is one matter.

Whether one can cure disease and save lives is what Zheng Ren cares about.

As for Willow Leaf Blade, it's too far removed for Zheng Ren; he doesn't even think about it. There are many grand principles; Zheng Ren doesn't need to overthink—staying true to his original intention is enough.

The mission of Initial Reveal of Sharp Edge gave Zheng Ren the biggest benefit: plenty of surgical training time. If it were truly needed, with the great significance Su Yun mentioned, Zheng Ren would certainly not be reluctant.

But the problem is Zheng Ren isn't sure whether he wants to intensify training.

At his current skill level, Zheng Ren feels capable of handling similar patients.

After Zheng Ren's mind cleared, he stared at the round moon for a while, then closed the window, washed up carefully, lay in bed, and chatted on WeChat with Xie Yiren, exchanging goodnight greetings.

This seems to be the most relaxed moment of the day.

……

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Qin Liren stood before the hospital ward, feeling troubled.

He once held high rank and authority, with countless disciples; but after retirement, he inevitably experienced the decline of his household.

His mindset severely unbalanced, in the second year of retirement, a check-up for retired cadres revealed liver cancer.

Former disciples and old acquaintances have vanished without a trace; even a brief greeting lacks the former warmth and concern, treating him as a father figure.

He felt lost.

One day earlier, he received a call from Boss Bu of Hai Cheng.

Bu Ruotian had pancreatic cancer, which Qin Liren knew; Bu Ruotian had sought surgery from a Japanese professor, which Qin Liren also knew.

Originally he thought they could sympathize over their illnesses and chat a bit.

But Qin Liren never expected that Bu Ruotian would actually recommend a local Hai Cheng doctor to treat him.

Suppressing his anger, Qin Liren hung up the phone and smashed countless things, breaking everything breakable in his study!

Bu Ruotian, that bastard, is bullying me now that I'm retired! Not even bothering with pleasantries would be forgivable, but to casually find a quack to deceive me—is this humiliating me?!

Many years ago, when Bu Ruotian still ran only a small eatery, the two crossed paths by chance.

Qin Liren asked himself: over these years, I've given Bu Ruotian much support; yet when I suffered, he actually kicked me when I was down!

That bastard!

Qin Liren harbored a stifled resentment; he felt lost, still because of his retirement. Had he not retired, who would dare to toy with him like this?

He immediately booked an airplane ticket and also contacted his old friend in Di Du.

Although cancer is frightening, what frightens him most is the coldness of human relations after retirement.

Fortunately, his friend in Di Du did not treat him coldly and promised to find the best doctor to treat him.

The next day, Qin Liren flew to Di Du.

With his friend's help, instead of waiting ten days or half a month, he directly completed hospitalization procedures and was admitted to a well-known high-level tertiary hospital.

But… is this what hospitalization looks like?

Qin Liren stood before the ward, looking embarrassed.

One ward, four patients, over a dozen family members. The air in the ward was filthy to the extreme, making Qin Liren feel breathing difficult.

Moreover, among them there is a patient with end-stage cancer, sallow complexion, gaunt face, eyes so conspicuous that Qin Liren feels the patient is warning him: this is his tomorrow.

Really unbearable! Qin Liren no longer hesitated, picked up the phone, and dialed.

"Old Xu, thank you for your help."

"The ward conditions are too poor; can you get a single room? Money is no object."

"Oh oh, I understand."

Soon, Qin Liren disappointedly hung up the phone, standing blankly at the ward doorway.

Although all are called tertiary hospitals, Hai Cheng and Sheng Cheng cannot compare; Sheng Cheng and Di Du cannot compare either. Even the ordinary tertiary hospitals in Di Du cannot match the nation's top-tier tertiary hospitals.

Finding a ward, arranging hospitalization requires enormous connections; as for a single room…

Qin Liren's friend refused bluntly, telling him that obtaining such a level has nothing to do with money. When Qin Liren wasn't retired, he couldn't even get a single room; let alone after retirement, when people's warmth fades.

"Old man, go in." Qin Liren's beloved whispered from the side.

"Hmph!" Qin Liren displeased, as if someone had glimpsed his shameful matter, gave a cold snort.

To go in or not to go in—that is the question.

Qin Liren wasn't old yet, his mind worked quickly. In an instant, he came up with several plans.

Return to Sheng Cheng, find a hospital with good conditions, then invite professors from Di Du or Modu to do Shou Bing.

Or simply stay here and endure…

Qin Liren hesitated for a moment, finally gave up the idea of returning to Sheng Cheng, picked up his suitcase and walked into the ward.

"Old brother, are you hospitalized? How many days did you wait to get in?" An honest and simple but very enthusiastic middle-aged man saw Qin Liren walk in, greeted him and made small talk.

Qin Liren frowned, said nothing.

That person seemed not to notice Qin Liren's slightly disdainful expression, and continued: "I've been waiting outside for a little over a month; luckily I met Doctor Sun, which got me in."

"I've waited one and a half months; getting into Di Du Hospital is really hard." Another patient said.

At this moment, Qin Liren felt his mood improve a bit.

Although he already knew beforehand that getting a bed in Di Du Hospital was difficult, hearing the other patients say this made Qin Liren feel much better.

The air also seemed less hard to accept.

Let's just do that, Qin Liren thought.