Chapter 2846: line with translation of title

2752.2642 depressed

In Operating Room 912, Su Yun lounged on the sofa holding her phone.

"Boss, the Nanshan Shi side said they want to invite us over," Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren watched the surgery intently and asked, 'Anything?'

"Isn't the diagnosis of the chylous diarrhea patient already clear? Dean Wu wants you to come and explain which disease should be sent to People's Hospital for treatment and which should remain in the psychiatric hospital," he said.

"......" Zheng Ren stayed silent, his shoulders slightly shrugging.

"This topic is too big, so I'll just reply directly," Su Yun said.

"Um... wait a moment," Zheng Ren said. "Let me think, what day did we agree on?"

"Huh? It's rare to see you so interested—what are you thinking?" Su Yun asked strangely.

"This topic is big, but also rather important," Zheng Ren said. "Just like yesterday's patient, he would recover if he avoided noodles; if we sent him to the psychiatric hospital, wouldn't he be ruined?"

"I'll summarize the related condition; you first agree to it on your side," Zheng Ren said softly.

"Tsk tsk, Boss is mighty," Su Yun said absentmindedly.

"Lin Yuan, lower your hand a bit more; I've told you this three times already," Zheng Ren said, ignoring Su Yun, pressing the intercom to speak to Lin Yuan, who was performing the surgery.

"Your demands are too strict; Lin Yuan still has little experience; after about 200 more surgeries he might make a breakthrough," Su Yun commented from behind.

"Hmm, given her aptitude, that's about the number," Zheng Ren nodded.

"You've seen the results from Xiao Shitou's side, right?"

"Seen it," Zheng Ren said. "I'm still somewhat dissatisfied with the first-phase results."

Su Yun stared for a moment, "Boss, part of the tumor cells in the blood have already been found to be under control; you're still not satisfied? Want to go to heaven? This is just the initial effect; after a few days of corresponding improvements it will get better."

"Hmm," Zheng Ren said. "It should be possible to do better. However, Xiao Shitou has given me a little surprise—so far he has had no side effects."

"That kid is tough," Su Yun said. "Just saying his condition—if it were anyone else they'd have died long ago, yet he's still holding on."

"Let's talk about Xiao Shitou later; on the way back I organized my thoughts, and after I contact Bota again," Zheng Ren said. "The effect of this oral drug can still be strengthened a bit."

Su Yun gazed at her boss's back, sometimes really not knowing what he was thinking.

Controlling tumor cell reverse transcription, inhibiting mitosis, the number of scattered tumor cells showed no significant increase. Fugui'er said the Bota Laboratory side had already excitedly prepared a wine party to celebrate, but the boss actually wasn't satisfied.

Is this guy really preparing to ascend to heaven?

Sometimes I feel this silly guy is actually quite interesting; Su Yun slightly shook her head, then suddenly said, "By the way, Boss, Xiao Shitou today asked me for an external network account."

"Account? What external network?"

"The China Biomedical Literature Database—I gave him that before I left," Su Yun said. "He said it wasn't enough, so I gave him the ExcerptMedicaDatabase account, and also gave him the Medline account."

"What is he using those professional websites for?" Zheng Ren suddenly turned his head, looking at Su Yun and asked.

"Studying, duh," Su Yun said. "He might feel he has plenty of time, wants to study on his own and then treat himself. I think this kid is like you, somewhat disdainful of others. This could be innate pride or arrogance."

"He's still too young to understand many things," Zheng Ren shook his head.

"Who said he was omniscient a while back?" Su Yun seized a loophole and laughed, retorting, "I looked at his browsing history in the China Biomedical Literature Database—it's all related to Bota Laboratory's research direction."

"Hmm, go ahead," Zheng Ren said, not minding; Xiao Shitou can look if he wants—it's just some public data. I originally thought giving him a phone would have him play ranked games to kill time, but I didn't expect him to start doing bioengineering research; Zheng Ren didn't hold much hope.

Although there are some absolute geniuses, like Einstein, who didn't need any lab to propose a hypothesis—later proven correct—at least it would give research a direction.

But Zheng Ren doesn't think Xiao Shitou will achieve that; an Einstein-level genius isn't something you can just grab.

…… Means: "……" (ellipsis). So translation: "……"

…… Same: "……"

Ning Qiao was preparing for a nap.

He differs from others; he has no desire for naps or midday rest, but rather a certain fear.

Since being diagnosed with depression, Ning Qiao has felt that his whole self is not well.

Work pressure is high, life has nothing attractive to him, the sky has turned gloomy, and he doesn't even know how long it's been since he saw the sun.

Others' naps are rest, but Ning Qiao's nap plunges him into boundless nightmares, hard to escape.

But resting at night itself is not good; if he doesn't nap a bit at noon, he'll likely have no energy in the afternoon and will get scolded by the boss.

Actually, not every time he falls asleep does he enter that endless nightmare; each day's sleep is like hitting the jackpot, and Ning Qiao also has nothing much to say.

He secretly took out the midday amphetamine and swallowed it; regarding his depression, Ning Qiao hasn't told anyone, always fearing others will look at him strangely.

In Ning Qiao's view, depression is just a mental illness; he doesn't want others behind his back calling him a mental patient.

His innate unwillingness to sleep is just because he can't hold on anymore; his spirit is on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

He found a sofa to lie down on, covered himself with his outer garment, greeted a colleague, then closed his eyes.

"Hope nothing happens, hope nothing happens," Ning Qiao murmured in his heart.

After closing his eyes, Ning Qiao felt no sleepiness at all; his brain felt like it was filled with paste, somewhat dazed, his temples throbbing.

"Really suffering, when will it ever end?" Ning Qiao despondently thought. Death might be an end; in his haze, he thought of death.

"It seems only when life ends can he sleep peacefully," Ning Qiao sighed, his mind becoming even more muddled.

Thinking of all sorts of random things, Ning Qiao felt he had 'slept' one after another. But his sleep quality was terrible; sleeping left him more tired than not sleeping.

"Xiao Qiao, get up, get up, work!" a colleague shouted from the side.

"Oh." Ning Qiao felt pain all over his bones and joints; he had no idea what shape his afternoon work would turn into.

I guess the boss might yell at me, maybe; life, ah, is really boring.

Ning Qiao climbed up, his mind filled with thoughts of what to do if the boss fired him.

But the next second, he froze.

The office was empty, not a single person in sight.

A gust of cold wind blew past, the paper on the table trembled slightly, and a rustling sound carried a hint of gloom.