Chapter 265: 0259 Gift (3/5)

Tangxiu has been incredibly busy these past few days.

She flew from Hai Cheng to Di Du, prepared a new interview plan, gained the editor-in-chief's approval, and threw herself into gathering material with boundless energy.

But before she could gather enough material on this side, news arrived that Chief Zheng Ren's live-streamed surgery was a success.

Tangxiu didn't know how great the success was; she only knew she needed to be even busier.

So she worked overtime, day and night.

During the day, she conducted interviews and recorded video; at night, she organized the day's materials and edited audiovisual content.

After three full days of nonstop work, Tangxiu's originally somewhat round cheeks became noticeably slimmer.

Her thoughts gradually became clearer through repeated interviews and edits.

Tangxiu was even startled by her own ideas.

But she was happy.

"Editor-in-chief Tang, we've finally finished the work in Di Du," the videographer said, letting out a big yawn, exhausted all over.

"Pretty much; doing one more day of interviews in Hai Cheng will be enough," Tangxiu said.

"Ah~~~" the videographer wailed.

"Could you show a little ambition? This might be the best work you can produce in your lifetime," Tangxiu said.

"I don't need the best; I just want to get a proper sleep. I haven't slept much in three days—I'm so tired that as soon as I close my eyes, I start dreaming."

"You're fine; you can still dream. While you were talking, I slept for 32 seconds—it was heavenly," the text reporter said, eyes half-closed with sleep.

"Give it your all! Today we're heading back to Hai Cheng—catch some sleep on the plane, then once we land, I want everyone to run! For the last two days, I guarantee we'll give everyone a surprise!" Tangxiu clapped her hands hard, trying to rally her two subordinates.

But right now, no matter how stirring the words, they can't beat sleepiness; the two subordinates were listless, lacking even the energy to echo her.

……

……

Two days passed just like that, and Zheng Ren felt bored.

Cui Heming gradually recovered, now in a general ward and able to get out of bed. He felt grateful to Zheng Ren, tears welling up. However, each visit caused Zheng Ren's blood pressure to fluctuate, so Zheng Ren went to see him twice, agreeing to meet for a meal in Hai Cheng.

Lin JiaoJiao brought her daughter to see Zheng Ren once, expressing her heartfelt thanks. Zheng Ren didn't remember this person at all, feeling a little awkward. But Lin JiaoJiao must have heard Director Kong mention Zheng Ren's traits, so she had expected this.

Fang Lin also recovered, transferred to a general ward, and reportedly even accepted an interview. Seeing Zheng Ren, Fang Lin felt deeply moved, thinking that day's situation had been a hair's breadth from disaster; his survival was pure luck.

Maybe he had saved the galaxy in a past life.

Besides visiting patients and being visited, Zheng Ren also found time to take Su Yun shopping for a gift.

Su Yun wore a sneer, saying, "Wasn't the gift supposed to be prepared for Xie Yiren? This coward just knows how to pretend."

Zheng Ren rejected Su Yun's opinion, because those things… were far too expensive for him to afford.

In the end, Zheng Ren bought four plush toys, a bottle of Maotai, and an electronic cigarette lighter, and the gift-giving matter was dropped there.

Meanwhile, Su Yun bought nothing.

When Zheng Ren asked him why he didn't buy a gift, Su Yun said, just being able to go back was the greatest gift for everyone.

……

Waiting is the most boring thing.

Zheng Ren felt his fingers were about to rust.

But this is a necessary process; he needs to check the patients' post-operative recovery.

Although the system's Big Pig Trotter told him the surgery was 100% complete, and Zheng Ren had considerable confidence in the operation, not seeing the outcome with his own eyes left him uneasy.

After all, this is a novel surgical technique; no one knows what might happen to the patients afterward, leaving everyone uncertain.

Worrying is unnecessary; the patients had their catheters removed after 24 hours post-surgery and urinated smoothly. All test results were optimistic, with residual bladder volume approaching that of a 60- to 65-year-old elderly person.

Although only two days had passed, the patients' conditions were already close to recovery.

Up to now, the surgery can be described as highly satisfactory.

Zheng Ren couldn't wait; he had already booked his plane ticket early, preparing to fly back to Hai Cheng.

This trip had lasted a while, and Zheng Ren suddenly missed being the inpatient chief, performing surgeries every day.

Of course, it's hard to say whether he missed the surgeries or was longing for Xie Yiren.

Director Kong and a group of familiar doctors went to the airport to see off Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

This trip to Di Du had been abundantly rewarding for Zheng Ren.

When Director Pan said Zheng Ren should build his own network, he probably never imagined that this teetotaling, socially awkward block of wood could actually achieve this.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun checked their luggage, bade farewell to everyone, agreed to stay in touch, and then entered the security screening process.

While waiting for the flight, Su Yun suddenly leaned in, his expression somewhat strange.

"Does your stomach hurt?" Zheng Ren, who was chatting in the group, glanced at Su Yun and asked.

"When you came, you encountered a patient with type A aortic dissection on the plane." Su Yun looked serious and sincere, but Zheng Ren knew the unpleasant words were coming: "Guess what kind of patient we'll meet on the way back?"

"A patient with a cerebral cortical microcurrent burst causing mental confusion—like you," Zheng Ren retorted.

"Along this journey, you've covered in half a month what took me three years of graduate school to achieve. Saying nothing will happen on the way back—I don't believe it." Su Yun directly used "splendor" to describe himself and Zheng Ren, without any embarrassment.

This is an objective description; that's how Su Yun sees it.

"What basis?" Zheng Ren put down his phone, saying, "I don't want to randomly run into emergency cases wherever I go; resting in Di Du during this period has been fine. In the emergency ward, you can encounter emergency patients at any time—no need to rush."

"I knew you'd say that." Su Yun held his phone, took a selfie with Zheng Ren in the frame, and said, "I've already finished both papers; the emails have been sent."

"That fast?" Zheng Ren exclaimed in surprise.

Papers have a fixed format. Su Yun is familiar with it, which Zheng Ren expected. But to complete two papers destined for top-tier global medical journals in just two or three days—could Su Yun be just going through the motions?

Moreover, the key point is that top-tier journals aren't something you can just publish in whenever you want.

Every reviewing professional is busy; if an unfamiliar person sends an email, they'll glance at it and skip it, making it easy for the message to disappear into oblivion.

Looking at Su Yun's confident demeanor, Zheng Ren doubted he had any familiar reviewers abroad.

Su Yun wore a mysterious expression, not answering Zheng Ren's question.

The short conversation ended just like that; Zheng Ren read a novel, Su Yun fiddled with her phone, not knowing what she was doing.

Soon they began lining up to board.

Feng Xu Hui had booked Zheng Ren's first-class seat; Zheng Ren and Su Yun entered early via the VIP passage, went through the jetbridge, and arrived at the plane.

Seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun, the beautiful and gracious flight attendant's smile changed, and she exclaimed.

"Oh, it's you!"