Chapter 2923: with translation of chapter title

"Director Miao, you really have high integrity and noble character." Su Yun said with a chuckle on the side, "After giving pointers, you turn and leave just like that, with bearing!"

Director Miao sighed, said: "Do you remember when I was young, Fei Xiang sang a song, I once had lofty ambitions, but returned with an empty sack."

"Director Miao, why are you so artistic today? I guess you're revisiting old places." Su Yun said with a smile.

"Just feeling a bit sentimental." Director Miao took off the Isolation Gown, bare upper body. On his body were several shocking knife scars; the huge tear bore witness to everything he had gone through, and etched those events onto his body, never to be forgotten.

"It's all in the past, Director Miao." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"Not the same." Director Miao raised his hand, then lightly touched the Isolation Gown, and said softly: "When I first started doing Shou Bing, the sterile environment wasn't as good as now. Back then the country was just starting from scratch, poor to the point that the Shou Bing room conditions were terrible."

"The Surgical gown was reeking of disinfectant; back then just smelling that smell was annoying to death."

"Now I occasionally dream of that time, and I really do miss it a bit. Now conditions have improved, I heard that our Shou Bing room is supposedly going to be renovated next year?" Director Miao changed the subject, turned his head and asked.

"Um, split off a small Shou Bing room and place it next to the ICU; open the door and it's there. The big Shou Bing room remains here. It's mainly designed for Thoracic, their post-Shou Bing often has problems. Also the ICU needs to be rebuilt, one person per room, to avoid cross-infection." Su Yun said.

"I can't see it." Director Miao lightly touched the Isolation Gown with his finger and said: "Now my heart no longer has those lofty ambitions; only going home to keep my wife and children company. Over these years, I owe them too much."

Zheng Ren and Su Yun didn't speak, just quietly listened to Director Miao's words.

"My children also advise me that if I have time I should still return to the hospital; even if I don't come to 912, I should go to another hospital." Director Miao said softly, "It's not exactly making use of waste; it's just that my years of experience are still there, somewhat useful."

But I don't think that way.

I've signed up for a class, preparing to learn photography. Over these years, I've always had this idea in my heart; if I don't learn now, I really won't have time.

Director Miao's finger brushed over the Isolation Gown, then he placed it on a seat to the side, continuing to change clothes, neither fast nor slow.

"Director Miao, it's fine to do what you like." Zheng Ren said softly.

"Alright, I'm heading back now." Director Miao said, "No need to see me off; I'll call a car myself."

Zheng Ren and Su Yun escorted Director Miao to the elevator entrance, watching him stand inside the elevator and lightly wave his hand; his shoulders were slightly tilted, a lingering issue from the post-Shou Bing.

The light inside the elevator fell from above, landing amidst his grayish, slightly thinning hair, then falling onto his wrinkled face.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Director Miao's silhouette disappeared; Zheng Ren felt a sense of loss in his heart, and waved his hand at the door.

"Look, Director Miao is already that old and still calls a car himself." Su Yun said disdainfully, "Take a look at yourself!"

Zheng Ren knew that Su Yun was also an ostrich, and he didn't want to immerse himself in this atmosphere.

"Just install some software, the important thing is to make money. With money, what's there to fear about not being able to spend it?" Zheng Ren said with a chuckle.

Do you still remember the matter of making money? Are you interested in being an independent director of Hua Nuo Pharmaceutical?

No, once your Shou Bing is as good as mine, you'll realize that doing anything casually can make money.

"Are you provoking me?" Su Yun punched Zheng Ren in the back once.

"Don't make a fuss, let's go home." Zheng Ren turned and walked toward the Fire Escape.

At this point going down, they were to meet Director Miao, and neither wanted to encounter such a thing. Today Director Miao came to the hospital mainly to save the case, telling Director Liu all of his years of experience without reservation.

Secondly, it was also to have a simple understanding of the past. Zheng Ren didn't want to break the old man's feelings.

The two quietly went down the Fire Escape, Zheng Ren smiling slightly as he thought about Director Miao's plan to go study photography.

Every day in the hospital, they encounter birth, aging, sickness, and death; Director Miao also seems like a literary-minded elderly person, and all those years of austere life haven't worn away his last trace of literary spirit.

No matter what, being happy is enough.

"Director Miao really is, saying he won't come back and then not coming back." Su Yun said with a chuckle.

Leaving cleanly, coming back brings more trouble; there's nothing better than going off to study photography on your own." Zheng Ren said, "Some people just like to fight, like you, like Zhou Chun Yong."

What do you mean by liking to fight? You talk like you're fighting roosters." Su Yun said disdainfully, "If I were you, I'd have long since squeezed Zhao Wenhua out."

It's meaningless; just work well back then." Zheng Ren said, "Any news from Old Gao's side?"

I haven't asked; at this time he should be drinking with Old Liu and them." Su Yun said with a smile, "Old Liu probably regrets it till his intestines turn green."

Impossible." Zheng Ren said, "Being the Head of Interventional Radiology Department at Sheng Cheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital was something unimaginable before."

But this side could possibly be the Head of the Capital Hepatobiliary Intervention Department.

It's not to the point of regretting till one's intestines turn green.

The two chatted idly, walking home slowly.

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Sheng Cheng, Gao Shaojie was having a meal with Liu Zewei. At Liu Zewei's home, Old Liu himself cooked two small dishes.

Although there were few people and lacked a lively atmosphere, neither Gao Shaojie nor Liu Zewei needed atmosphere. Their relationship was fine, and they didn't mind this.

Sitting together, eating a couple bites of side dishes, drinking a couple cups of liquor, that's enough for a lifetime.

Liu Zewei certainly had regrets; on the night Zheng Lao Ban won the Nobel Prize, he sat alone all night.

Or maybe he was wrong, Liu Zewei thought to himself. At the time he faced a huge cake within reach and a blank check; everyone would have different ideas on how to choose.

Listening to Gao Shaojie talk about the recent situation of the Medical Team, this was Liu Zewei's appetizer. One Shou Bing after another, slight improvements, Liu Zewei felt happy for Gao Shaojie in his heart, and also somewhat relieved.

When he heard Gao Shaojie rescue the neighbor next to the rental house, Liu Zewei became even more interested. He had seen that girl before; she was quite pretty, but he had never greeted her.

Taking oral effervescent tablets, under video guidance for emergency rescue, Old Gao completed it successfully. Liu Zewei slightly shook his head, took a sip of wine, and also felt somewhat moved.

Back then the decision to return as department head was indeed motivated by the thought of preferring to be a chicken's head rather than a phoenix's tail. But days passed one by one, each day feeling like copying and pasting, utterly boring.

Also, back when in Di Du, operating Shou Bing on stage with Zheng Lao Ban, listening to those two top-tier scholars bullshit around felt refreshing.