Chapter 235: 0229 Good Night (3/5)

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun left the Inpatient Department; the weather gradually turned cold, and the biting wind pierced to the bone.

The two hurried back to the guesthouse in quick steps, said nothing else, and each returned to their room to prepare for sleep.

Zheng Ren returned to his room, took off his outer garment, and hung it up neatly.

The outer garment fit him well; Xie Yiren is good at buying clothes.

Seeing several outer garments hanging in a row, Zheng Ren unconsciously smiled.

He stared blankly for a while, guessing Xie Yiren had already slept; Zheng Ren felt a bit lost, always feeling something undone.

He thought it was probably because they had been saying good night to each other these past few days, and he had grown accustomed to it.

He took off his sweater, Zheng Ren glanced at the gauze; the wound was slightly itchy, and the stitches should come out in about three days.

Coming to Di Du, he actually returned with an injury; Zheng Ren shook his head.

He turned on the hot water, white steam rose, and Zheng Ren carefully placed his left shoulder outside the shower's spray range.

This way, half of his body couldn't be washed.

But this was all he could do; Zheng Ren was already accustomed to a day's fatigue, returning home to take a hot shower, then sleep soundly in bed.

Hot water flowed over his right side, carrying away the day's busyness, leaving ease and comfort.

Zheng Ren felt a slight regret; if Xie Yiren were here, they could chat a few words—how nice that would be.

Lying on the bed, his limbs transmitted waves of fatigue. Zheng Ren yawned, wanting to sleep.

As usual before sleep, he opened his phone, but saw a red dot notification on Xie Yiren's WeChat avatar.

Zheng Ren tapped it, and only a long chat history appeared in his view.

Leaving Tang Song Restaurant, Zheng Ren messaged Xie Yiren, saying there was an emergency surgery and she shouldn't wait for him.

In these few hours, Xie Yiren actually said so much?

Zheng Ren's heart gave a sudden thump.

Although he had never had a girlfriend, Zheng Ren had also heard a joke: if a man messages a woman and she's busy and doesn't reply, she'll be happy when she finds out later.

But if it were the other way around, that man would be doomed.

Having told Xie Yiren that, Zheng Ren's mind raced, repeatedly confirming this. He dared not look at the message she had sent him, continually pulling up the chat history.

After scrolling through dozens of entries, Zheng Ren found the sentence where he had told Xie Yiren about the emergency surgery and that he needed to go operate.

Although he had confirmed it, Zheng Ren's heart remained uneasy.

He cautiously looked at Xie Yiren's first reply.

【Is there also an emergency over there?】

Uh, yeah, Xiao Yi Ren is right—how could I be doing emergency surgery in Di Du as well? Zheng Ren gave a wry smile.

Next, look at the second entry.

【You've worked hard, Boss Zheng. Smiley face~】

Boss Zheng? Is he joking or angry?

Zheng Ren felt anxious and unsettled, completely lacking the decisiveness and sharpness he had during surgery.

【Get off work early and go back to sleep; will there be surgery tomorrow as well?】

【Remember to eat in the morning; going on stage hungry, what if low blood sugar happens again?】

【Back home it's minus ten degrees; I see Di Du is around minus three, so I'll go pick out two thicker pieces of clothing tomorrow.】

【When are you coming back? These few days there have been few surgeries, especially boring.】

……

……

The embarrassing, awkward messages Zheng Ren had imagined didn't appear; Xiao Yi Ren was just asking everyday questions repeatedly.

Seeing the end, Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.

All good, all good.

【I'm back, took a shower, getting ready to sleep. Tomorrow at 8:30 there's surgery, four liver cancer interventional treatments. Good night.】

Zheng Ren hesitated for a few minutes, wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, finally leaving a conventional reply—completely correct but lacking any spark.

Putting down the phone, Zheng Ren felt a little sweet and itchy.

This is really nice.

All his fatigue had long been flung to the clouds; Zheng Ren's smile grew richer without him noticing.

The phone was charging, he turned off the bedside lamp, and just as Zheng Ren was about to sleep, he heard a WeChat notification sound.

His hand snatched the phone up like lightning, his speed reaching peak levels, comparable to when he performed emergency surgery on Miao Xiaohua.

No, it was even a hair faster than during emergency surgery.

This was a speed surpassing Zheng Ren's physical limits.

【Asleep, good night, huff~~~】

Xie Yiren behind him sent a cute snoring emoticon.

Zheng Ren's smile grew even richer.

【Good night, sweet dreams, no need to reply.】

Zheng Ren replied, then turned off his phone.

Would she reply to him or obediently not reply? Zheng Ren then fell into a mystery.

This mystery baffled Zheng Ren more than some rare, high-difficulty disease. He had no experience, and the system's Big Pig Trotter wouldn't tell him what Xie Yiren was thinking.

Half-asleep, he drifted off, while the phone remained silent.

He slept straight through until morning.

Zheng Ren was awakened by Feng Xu Hui's knocking on the door.

A glance at the phone showed it was already 6:30 a. m.

Zheng Ren got up, put on his clothes, opened the door and let Feng Xu Hui in.

Today Feng Xu Hui brought several baskets of soup dumplings, 'Chief Zheng, I don't know what flavor you like, so I bought a few varieties especially.'

'Too polite.' Zheng Ren smiled: 'Just having something to eat is fine, no need to go to so much trouble.'

'Not troublesome, not troublesome.' Feng Xu Hui's smile was a bit smoother than before, as if he had grown up overnight and understood something: 'As long as Chief Zheng can eat well, I'll be content.'

Zheng Ren called Su Yun, telling him to get up and come over for a meal.

Su Yun walked over with sleepy eyes, glanced at the things on the table, and asked: 'Where's the mung bean soup?'

'' Feng Xu Hui was stunned for a moment, thinking Zheng Ren and Su Yun were both from Dong Bei and wouldn't like this food that carries a Beijing flavor in its soul.

'Having something to eat is already good, why be so picky.' Zheng Ren, while picking a basket of buns for Su Yun, said: 'Hurry up and take a bite, today we have four Shou Bing. By the way, has the prostate Shou Bing been scheduled for us to do?'

'It's been scheduled long ago, and I told you, you didn't know?' Su Yun expressed surprise, and didn't want to make things difficult for this tiny sales Manager Feng Xu Hui, turning his head to start criticizing Zheng Ren.

'' Zheng Ren genuinely couldn't remember when he had told himself that; maybe it was that day when he had a fever, and he got burned into confusion?

'Originally prepared to see patients this Afternoon, but who would have thought you want to do liver cancer interventional treatment. Hope it doesn't delay things; if conditions allow, the patient will be transferred to the Intervention Department.' Su Yun didn't mind, after all, these tasks don't need him to do them.

'Oh.' Zheng Ren felt helpless, how come being in Di Du feels a bit busier than at home?

After finishing the meal, Feng Xu Hui tidied up the table swiftly, Zheng Ren and Su Yun washed up.

At 8 o'clock, the three headed straight for the Interventional surgery operating room.