Chapter 391: 383 Everything in the Story Is a Lie

In an instant, Zheng Ren felt all his fresh blood congeal.

This exceeded his expectations.

Warm,

Smooth,

Soft……

In a second, Zheng Ren unconsciously gripped Xiao Yi Ren's hand, allowing that soft hand to struggle wildly a few times, with no intention of letting go.

Walking forward,

One step,

One step,

Time seemed to become viscous, each minute and each second passing extremely slowly.

Zheng Ren felt the pulse throbbing on Xie Yiren's skin, so delicate it could be broken by a breath,

So clear,

So intense.

As it turned out, what the jokes said were all lies.

Without even feeling her radial artery, he could sense her heartbeat.

So clear,

So intense.

After walking more than ten steps, their stiff movements gradually softened.

They quickly adapted to the situation, as if during surgery, and silently found their seats in the dark.

A problem immediately appeared before Zheng Ren.

One hand held Xiao Yi Ren, the other held an ice cream cone, and the armrest between the seats… what to do?

Oh no…… Zheng Ren panicked inside.

How come, just like in the system operating room, when first practicing surgery, he always encounters such and such unknown situations?

Slightly flustered, Zheng Ren immediately shoved the whole ice cream cone into his mouth.

So cold……

His left hand unintentionally lifted the armrest; Zheng Ren didn't care that his teeth hurt from the cold, he gulped down the ice cream in two or three bites, and sat down holding Xie Yiren.

Xiao Yi Ren had no reaction at all, sat down, and Zheng Ren seemed to hear her let out a deep breath.

Shoulder against shoulder,

Two hands with fingers interlocked,

Arms crossed,

Xie Yiren's hair seemed to float beside Zheng Ren's ear, itchy and sweet.

Like this,

Really nice.

Zheng Ren didn't notice what the movie was about, nor did he expect that today, by a twist of fate, it would be a 2DIMAX film. If it were 3D, he'd need glasses, which would probably be even more troublesome.

Although it differed from the story Su Yun told, at this moment it seemed many times better than the result described in the story.

As time passed, Xiao Yi Ren also seemed to relax, unconsciously leaning against Zheng Ren, her head lightly resting on his shoulder.

Between mouth and nose, full of sweet fragrance.

Is this the feeling of happiness?

If happiness had a flavor,

then it must be this sweet fragrance.

If happiness had a sensation,

then it would surely be the warm, smooth, soft feeling in the palms of the hands.

Zheng Ren didn't notice what the movie was about.

All his attention was on Xiao Yi Ren beside him, every move, every frown and smile.

Time flew by, and before he knew it, the movie had ended.

This point, Einstein had once expounded on.

"Hey, let's go." Xiao Yi Ren said bashfully.

Zheng Ren came to, only then noticing that the movie had let out, the lights were on, and the cleaners were working.

Uh……

How could it be so fast!

Zheng Ren felt the little hand in his palm slip away like a small fish.

"Let's go." Xie Yiren stood up, her face flushed, she didn't dare look at Zheng Ren, and walked straight out.

Hah…… Zheng Ren exhaled.

Was this a success?

Perhaps.

He followed Xie Yiren out of the cinema; it was peak hour, a sea of people.

"What should we eat tonight?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Hmm..." Zheng Ren's mind went blank.

"What to eat? Just sitting quietly like before is fine. Does what we eat matter? Not at all!"

"Let's go eat at Little Dragon Canyon; the boss there is a friend of my dad. Last time I ate there, I gave him feedback. He hired a chef from the Big Knife Waist Slices place in Yu City, Senior Brother Zhou, and all the hot-pot ingredients are flown in."

"Sure." Zheng Ren still had no idea what Xie Yiren was talking about.

Little Dragon Pit seems like hot pot; what the heck is Brother Zhou's big knife waist slices? Cutting animal organs, and still need to specially hire a chef?

Just like performing Shou Bing, do you still need to specially hire someone to sew skin?

Not at all, just find any doctor and they can sew.

Zheng Ren suffered a happiness crit, in a state of anemia-induced faint, his whole person dazed and stiff.

Following Xie Yiren to the underground parking lot, getting in the car, going to Little Dragon Pit.

Rolling red oil, floating tripe, yellow throat, waist slices, Xie Yiren's happy and focused gaze.

Everything, so leisurely.

Everything, so quiet.

Everything, so beautiful.

Zheng Ren didn't pay much attention to what he ate; anyway, whatever Xie Yiren put in to boil, he'd just pick up and eat.

Looking at that slightly blushing pretty face across from him, face slick with fine sweat from the spice, Zheng Ren was already drunk.

After the meal, leaving Little Dragon Pit, the cold wind blowing on his face, Zheng Ren finally sobered up a bit.

"Go back, remember to take a bath, work up a sweat, and sleep comfortably." Xie Yiren reminded.

"Oh."

"In the fridge, there's fresh milk; remember to take it out and drink."

"Oh."

"Tomorrow, what do you want to eat in the morning?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Tomorrow..." Zheng Ren hesitated, "Tomorrow I have to go to Eryuan for Shou Bing."

"Huh? You're going to do surgery at the outer hospital?" Xie Yiren exclaimed, then laughed: "Exactly, your TIPS Surgery is so good, it'd be strange if Eryuan didn't ask you to do it."

"Just get more practice. Their side is a Specialty hospital, with more patients." Zheng Ren laughed honestly and foolishly.

"Will they come to the Hospital to pick you up, or will you go yourself?" Xie Yiren asked.

"..." This question, Zheng Ren completely ignored.

Afternoon, busy studying the images, these detail questions simply didn't cross his mind……

This problem is just a beginning.

Next, whether Eryuan has Surgical Instruments, whether it has consumables, these are big problems.

Zheng Ren stopped, made a gesture for later, picked up the phone, and dialed out.

"Director Zhang, it's me."

"Hmm, I forgot to ask, do you have consumables on your side?"

"Oh, okay, then I won't stand on ceremony."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"How is it?" Xie Yiren asked, blinking her big eyes.

"They have them, but worried I won't be used to them, I can bring my own. Just go and pick them up, that's fine. Director Zhang is in charge of this." Zheng Ren said while dialing another phone.

"Manager Feng, tomorrow we need 10 sets of TIPS Surgery consumables."

"Hmm, go to City Eryuan to do it."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to inform you this morning."

"Okay, see you at the entrance of the Jizhen Da Lou at 8 a. m. tomorrow."

Zheng Ren hung up the phone, feeling somewhat emotional, really not good at these administrative tasks.

"Tomorrow, fight on!" Xie Yiren made an encouraging gesture, making Zheng Ren's bones go soft.

Riding the car home, the same farewell, although still just a simple wave, because of today's intimate contact, it felt somewhat different.