Chapter 407: 399 As Focused as Performing Surgery

Zheng Renhe and Professor Rudolf Wagner finished viewing the films of 8 patients in less than an hour.

Cheng Lixue was still in a dazed state; although he understood each word Zheng Renhe Professor said, he might not grasp them together.

Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "Director Cheng, are the post-operative patients' conditions still okay?"

"Quite good, the symptoms of hepatic encephalopathy hardly appeared." Cheng Lixue said in a daze, "This morning we urgently checked blood ammonia; only one patient had slightly high ammonia, but on physical exam and questioning, there were no hepatic encephalopathy symptoms."

"That's good; after three days post-op, once the patient's bodily condition adapts, we can remove the retrievable stent." Zheng Ren said.

"Oh." Cheng Lixue's mind was full of Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion images.

He felt hurt.

He simply couldn't understand.

As a medical worker with an imaging background, and as the head of the Intervention Department primarily treating liver disease, he actually couldn't even read the films.

Where can he go to reason about this?

Cheng Lixue was lost and listless, standing in the office.

Zheng Ren felt it was a bit eyesore; today his mood wasn't high either, so he didn't pay attention to Cheng Lixue's mood.

Sitting in the chair, picking up his phone, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren were making plans for what to eat in the evening after work.

Although he hadn't eaten lunch, Zheng Ren didn't feel hungry. Regarding what happened today, he also didn't want to tell Xie Yiren.

Xiao Yi Ren seemed to notice that Zheng Ren lacked spirit, so she suggested they go for a walk after work, eating whenever hungry.

Zheng Ren thought, the emergency in the Jizhenbingfang always pops up whenever he and Xie Yiren have a date or watch a movie, startling him.

Better to let Su Yun know; Zheng Ren immediately sent a WeChat message to Su Yun.

【Anything going on this evening?】

【Oh? Are you inviting me to eat or asking Yi Ren out? I'll guess. Your mood must be low today; definitely you want to ask Yi Ren out.】

Zheng Ren broke into a sweat; how could he, even through the phone, feel that guy's delight?

【Hey, Boss, let me tell you, the lower your mood, the more you shouldn't show it in front of your girlfriend; this is a very important lesson in life.】

Zheng Ren felt a stir, thought it over, and replied to Su Yun.

【Is there anything you want to tell me?】

【Reminders? You still need reminders? Just take one-tenth of the focus you put into Shou Bing, and you'll surely win over Yi Ren.】

Uh… saying it is the same as not saying it.

【Do you have time this evening?】

【Go on your date; don't worry about department matters; keep it up.】

Su Yun stopped nagging Zheng Ren and directly gave him a day off.

After waiting until quitting time, Zheng Ren went on time to the underground parking lot. Still D zone, still that red Volvo.

This time Xie Yiren behaved well and saw Zheng Ren early in the morning.

She wore a white down jacket that didn't look bulky; her figure remained slim and shapely, bouncing up cutely to wave at Zheng Ren.

At the moment he saw Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren's negative emotions began to loosen and melt.

Life can be like this; it's really good.

Riding to the city center, Xie Yiren, familiar with the area, told Zheng Ren where to find good food.

Whenever she mentioned a delicacy, Zheng Ren felt as if Xie Yiren were savoring that flavor.

Although he still felt nothing, seeing Xie Yiren happy made him happy too.

After parking, the two got out.

Light snowflakes floated in the sky; this winter's snow is especially scarce, and though it should be heavy snowfall season, white snow is rarely seen. The weather is also much warmer than previous years, and many say this year's flu outbreak is related to the abnormal weather.

Zheng Ren didn't care; for things without scientific basis, he wouldn't just say them casually.

"Zheng Ren, the egg tarts here are especially good, especially when just out of the oven—you can smell that milky fragrance all down the street." Xie Yiren pointed to a nearby bakery and said.

Zheng Ren didn't look at the bakery; instead, he focused all his attention on Xie Yiren's hand.

Su Yun said, if he just put one-tenth of the focus he uses during Shou Bing onto Xie Yiren, then that... that...

Zheng Ren prepared to try.

Xie Yiren was oblivious, the magic claw kept approaching her.

She happily put her hand down; just as she stepped forward, she felt a big hand gently grasp her small hand halfway.

Instinctively she wanted to break free, but that hand was so dry and strong; her hand felt like a small boat entering a safe harbor—after only a little struggle, she calmly turned and gripped Zheng Ren's hand.

"Over there is a milk tea shop." Xie Yiren's face was slightly red from the wind, pretending not to know anything, she raised her other hand and pointed to a nearby small shop, saying: "Their milk tea has lots of ingredients; different ingredients give different flavors, really great."

"Huh? Isn't milk tea just milk tea?" Zheng Ren was completely bewildered.

Just now, using the keen observation from Shou Bing, he watched the trajectory of Xie Yiren's arm as it fell, then timed his grip perfectly on her small hand, having exhausted all his IQ and EQ; now Zheng Ren's brain is all mush.

"Let's try it." Xie Yiren said happily.

Perhaps to hide his embarrassment, perhaps to hide his shyness, or perhaps from genuine joy, Xie Yiren eagerly pulled Zheng Ren to the milk tea shop.

In Zheng Ren's mind, milk tea was just a dessert, nothing special—maybe pearl milk tea with some pearls, coconut jelly, and grass jelly.

Upon entering the milk tea shop, Zheng Ren was surprised to find an entire menu of ingredients.

Things like barley, oats, taro paste, red beans, pearls, coconut jelly, papaya, almonds, brown sugar...

Xie Yiren chose a regular papaya-almond milk tea, asking the staff to note adding a bit of taro paste— that would be enough.

She was still shy; her long sleeves drooped, trying to cover her hand and Zheng Ren's hand, as if that would keep the world from knowing their hands were joined.

"Sir, what would you like?" the server noted Xie Yiren's request, then asked Zheng Ren.

"Let's try them all." Zheng Ren's brain was a mess; he had no idea what he was saying.

His attention was entirely on that delicate, lovely little hand in his palm.

The server blinked, asking: "Sir, do you want all of..."

"Hmm, everyone try it." Zheng Ren said.

The waiter, seeing Zheng Ren absent‑minded, confirmed again, then went to place the order with a strange expression.

"I heard there was a medical disturbance in the Emergency Department today?" After the waiter left, Xie Yiren began racking her brains for a conversation topic.

Otherwise, the two sat face to face, holding hands, yet both remained silent—how strange that was.

"It's fine, a small matter." Zheng Ren said lightly: "Director Pan has already resolved it."

"Oh."

Their hearts raced, fluttering like. The awkward chat continued, but each topic unknowingly vanished in the warmth transmitted between their fingers, disappearing like smoke.