Chapter 2757: with translation of chapter title

2559 ended! (Alliance Leader Toxic Mushroom City Lord bonus chapter 3)

Director Qiu didn't dare ask what happened; the fewer people who know about this matter, the better—I'm just an ordinary person. He had a clear idea in his mind, feeling quite pressured.

After returning, I need to instruct those two nurses not to gossip; Director Qiu will keep this matter in mind.

"Zheng Lao Ban, it's over." Yan Zhangsen said abruptly; his expression was no longer tense, but showed a joy that came from his inner mind. His voice even trembled slightly; that simple sentence, like singing opera, shook uncontrollably.

"Change dressing every three days, remove stitches in a week, take some oral antibiotics." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Yan Zhangsen stared for a moment, then nodded, "I understand, Zheng Lao Ban, please rest assured."

"I'm preparing to fly back tomorrow." Zheng Ren said, "there's some business at home..."

"Zheng Lao Ban, you don't know my father's temper." Yan Zhangsen said with a bitter smile: "If you leave first, I expect I'll soon go back to Di Du to find you for surgery. My father could break my leg, really!"

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

"One day, take tomorrow off; wait until my father comes down the mountain, then we'll all have a meal together and meet." Yan Zhangsen said: "I definitely won't gather many people, nor will I take up too much of your time—what do you think?"

Having said all that, what else could Zheng Ren say? Seeing Yan Zhangsen's demeanor, if he insisted on refusing, Yan Zhangsen could kneel and say this.

Why bother?

Director Qiu spotted an opportunity, immediately smiled, and said: "If Zheng Lao Ban finds it boring, how about visiting our Operating Room tomorrow morning?"

"Oh? Visit the Operating Room?" Zheng Ren's interest sparked instantly.

Yan Zhangsen looked gratefully at Director Qiu.

"How many major surgeries do you have this weekend, Director Qiu?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I looked at the surgery list this morning; early tomorrow there's a patient with mitral stenosis accompanied by insufficiency and a massively enlarged left atrium needing surgery." Director Qiu said, "You and Doctor Su perform thoracic surgery well; your visit to Yangcheng makes giving guidance on the surgery inevitable."

"I wouldn't dare say I'm giving guidance; I'll just go up and take a look." Zheng Ren chuckled.

If the invitation came from a cardiothoracic surgery doctor, I might have to go on stage. But since it's the Anesthesiology Department director inviting me, it's not appropriate to perform the surgery myself. Still, being idle is being idle; taking a look is fine.

This kind of surgery is still quite difficult; Zheng Ren felt he might not be sure to succeed in one attempt with 100% completion. If pursuing perfection, who knows how much surgical training time would be consumed in the System Operating Room.

Talking about surgery, Zheng Ren became cheerful, and the atmosphere in the car relaxed considerably.

Arriving at a hotel by the Pearl River, Yan Zhangsen escorted Zheng Ren and Su Yun upstairs, repeatedly expressed thanks, agreed to contact tomorrow, then turned and left.

"Boss, what's your take on this?" Su Yun didn't leave; she stayed in Zheng Ren's room, looking at the Pearl River night view while asking.

"I don't know."

"Wouldn't it be that if you open his Changqiang acupoint, he'd transform?"

"Transform?"

"Uh... the oldest second-dimensional joke, you're really boring." Su Yun took out a cigarette, shook one loose, "Want a smoke?"

"I'll have one; I'm also a bit tense." Zheng Ren laughed: "I've never seen a Kocher needle travel this far before."

"You still think it's a Kocher needle?"

"According to my logical analysis, it can only be this." Zheng Ren lit a cigarette, gazing at the fading lights outside the window, boats adorned with neon drifting on the Pearl River, the fireworks of mortal life, the red dust three zhang high—it was truly beautiful.

"This time it's confirmed; earlier I worried Yan Zhangsen would weasel out. Those techniques, if brought out, are quite valuable. If Ke Li is still stingy, only giving money and hiding the techniques tightly." Su Yun lay on the chair by the window, also watching the fading lights.

It's just the same scenery, but to the two of them it may not be the same feeling.

Zheng Ren puffed lightly on his cigarette, not trying to draw fancy patterns with the weak blue smoke; these showing-off gestures meant nothing to him.

Smoking is smoking, viewing scenery is viewing scenery; as long as you're focused, that's fine.

"Today we're like ducks hearing thunder." Su Yun laughed: "I was worried a lightning strike would hit the car, turning us all into charcoal."

"No way, Brother Yan has already made preparations." Zheng Ren said, "but I thought you'd wait until the thunder and lightning passed before coming down the mountain; you've come this far, you definitely want to see the excitement."

"Cut the nonsense, curiosity kills the cat, okay?" Su Yun said: "According to Master Yan's saying, we're the type lacking cultivation talent. Boss, what do you think cultivation is?"

"How would I know." Zheng Ren said, "When I was interning in college, I bought soft tofu, placed gauze threads on it, and used tweezers to pick them off one by one. I think that's cultivation."

"That's too rudimentary; I usually perform surgery on white mice."

"Not bad." Zheng Ren didn't care what Su Yun said; he stood by the window, very relaxed.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Su Yun suddenly said: "You've done a big favor; see how Brother Yan turned out later—you'll know staying definitely has benefits."

"Aren't the benefits already given?"

"It's different. It's like playing an online game: after defeating monsters, you don't loot, you're the kind of person too lazy to even bend over." Su Yun sighed.

"I've never played online games."

"Should life be this dull?"

"I think it's fine; who knows if the world we see now is virtual. Playing an online game within an online game—would that be interesting?"

Su Yun noticed that the boss was genuinely tense today, talking much more than usual. Normally he'd just laugh it off; he'd never say so many useless words to me.

Also, the ears still rang with deafening thunder; the blinding flash almost blinded the pay-to-win dog's eyes, really a bit dangerous.

But everything is over now.

The boss didn't want to bring it up, so let's not; Su Yun slumped on the sofa, languidly, letting wisp after wisp of blue smoke drift through the hair on her forehead, floating aimlessly.

……

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At the hilltop old manor, Master Yan stood with hands behind his back; his originally aged face looked as if twenty years younger, a ruddy glow revealing a surge of vital force.

"Congratulations, Master Yan." Song Moqi said softly.

"Junior fellow disciple has made us proud, leaving a name in history—several hundred years, several hundred years!" Master Yan clenched his hands behind his back, barely suppressing his surging excitement.

"Tomorrow will be very busy, so I won't disturb you." Song Moqi smiled: "Then let's part here; we'll meet again someday."

"Thank you, Master Song."

"You're welcome, it's only right. If you want to thank someone, thank Zheng Lao Ban instead."