Chapter 619: with translation of chapter title

610 Zheng Ren, do you know them? (Chinese)

In Hai Cheng, a mid-range restaurant, twenty-something people sat around the table, lively and chatting while eating.

Choosing this place, not for any other reason, just because the table is big enough.

If the people from a department were split across two tables, or several tables, the atmosphere would suffer. For a gathering, what matters is unity; splitting up is never good.

Xie Ning and his wife sat together with Director Pan, clinking cups, warm yet maintaining composure.

After a few drinks, he gave a speech to the whole room, expressing his thanks. After that, no one stood up to speak in turn, just the usual flattery. Director Pan didn't like that, and neither did the subordinates.

Xie Ning laughed and had a few drinks with Director Pan, then looked at Wang Zong from Di Du beside him, raised his cup and asked: 'Wang Zong, are you still accustomed to Hai Cheng?'

Although Wang Zong was the Inpatient Chief in Di Du, he didn't attend many social drinking events and didn't have the time. But in Di Du, having seen many wealthy and influential people, he naturally had his own judgment.

But this person before him was different.

The food and drinks ordered, Wang Zong could be certain were absolutely beyond what this mid-range restaurant could provide. Each item was exquisite, yet none were ostentatious. In other words, it was understated luxury.

Those who could understand, naturally did.

Those who couldn't understand wouldn't feel slighted either.

The measure was just right; judging by this kind of delicate handling, the person before him was quite extraordinary.

Wang Zong didn't drink because he might have to return at any moment to perform surgery or see patients.

He picked up his drink and said, 'Di Du is also in the north, so there's nothing to get used to. The heating is a few degrees warmer than in Di Du, the haze lighter—pretty good.'

'On duty today?' Xie Ning asked with a smile, looking at the drink Wang Zong held.

'Yeah, I'm not drinking.' Wang Zong said frankly, 'Chief Zheng just left; I can't afford to be even slightly careless.'

Xie Ning steered the conversation toward Zheng Ren, then fell silent, waiting for what came next.

'Director Pan and Chief Zheng, by their own efforts, pushed forward the Haicheng First Hospital Emergency Department. Although I don't have that level, I still have the ability to maintain and preserve.' Wang Zong's expression suddenly turned grave, as if he had thought of something.

'Oh? You're being too modest.' Xie Ning set down his cup and looked at Wang Zong with a smiling expression.

On the other side of the table, the nurses and doctors were chatting happily, filming a Douyin video with the background music 'Ordinary Road'; Chu Yan zhi stood on a wheeled chair, holding her phone high.

They found two nurses to help move the chair, recording short videos for the Operating Room and Jizhenbingfang staff, and they were having a blast.

Over here, the conversation had reached the topic Xie Ning wanted to hear.

'I met Chief Zheng in Di Du. He went there to participate in a study of a new interventional technique.' Wang Zong began to recall, 'When Chief Zheng first arrived, something happened and he saved a friend of mine. So I've always wanted to thank him. As you know, we Inpatient Chiefs can't just leave, so later Yun Ge'er brought Chief Zheng to see me.'

Xie Ning smiled; he knew about the matter Wang Zong didn't want to bring up.

Young people, having passion is a good thing.

'At that time I had just taken on a difficult case, and my diagnosis had some issues. Chief Zheng walked in and told me the diagnosis; later, on the operating table, he even helped me finish the surgery several hours ahead of schedule.' Wang Zong said, 'Originally, I thought Chief Zheng...'

As he spoke, Wang Zong's face showed an expression like constipation.

Xie Ning wondered, what happened?

'Let me say something crude; please don't take offense.' Wang Zong thought for a moment, couldn't find a suitable word, and spoke directly.

Xie Ning nodded, even more curious.

'I thought Chief Zheng was already badass! But after coming to Hai Cheng and personally seeing him perform surgery in the Emergency Rescue, it's fucking badass to the point I can't believe it!' Wang Zong sincerely marveled.

'Hahaha.' Xie Ning laughed loudly.

When the emotions ran high, not saying a bit of dirty talk, the feelings couldn't be vented—no wonder Wang Zong had that expression.

But is he really that formidable? The Inpatient Chief from Di Du 912 is considered mid-generation strength. Xie Ning's earlier judgment was that Zheng Ren's level was higher than theirs, but given his age, how high could it go?

But now, hearing Wang Zong vent his emotions, filled with admiration and respect, even a hint of... worship.

That seems unlikely; his level shouldn't be that high.

Looking at Xie Ning's gentle expression, Wang Zong couldn't tell what he was thinking. Moreover, immersed in the atmosphere of his recent venting, he continued speaking.

'The first time I met Chief Zheng, I heard Yun Ge'er call him Boss, and I wondered, who has that kind of ability?'

'Who is Yun Ge'er?'

'Su Yun, when he was a graduate student in Di Du, conducted his own research, using autologous stem cell cloning to cultivate a heart, then autologous transplantation. The mice that underwent the surgery lived over forty days.'

'Oh, over forty days—that's not easy. With a few more years of effort and refinement, the mice could probably live even longer.' Xie Ning didn't understand medicine, but he grasped these basic facts; he added a few remarks to avoid an awkward silence.

'Alive?' Wang Zong stared for a moment, then laughed, 'The mice didn't die either; in the end they bumped open the cage and ran away.'

'Oh? Is medical technology really that advanced now?' Xie Ning's expression, like a distant snow mountain, finally loosened a bit.

'That's because Yun Ge'er is badass; no one else could do it.' Wang Zong said, 'At first I didn't believe Yun Ge'er could find such a young boss. But after seeing Chief Zheng's level, I couldn't help but admire—Yun Ge'er really has a keen eye!'

'You still shouldn't disbelieve it; in fact, I didn't believe it either before.' Wang Zong said, 'A few days ago, on the highway to Sheng Cheng, there was a multi-vehicle pileup, and Chief Zheng took in an emergency patient whose liver had been shattered.'

'Although my level isn't enough, I've watched many surgeries in Di Du, so I still have good judgment.'

'For this kind of liver, I think it's truly impossible to suture; the patient might as well give up resuscitation and leave an intact corpse.'

'Don't blame me for being cold-blooded; sometimes there's just no way. But when Chief Zheng went up, I couldn't even keep up with the instrument table—combining interventional and surgical procedures, he sutured the liver in under an hour.'

'That patient has already out of danger today, transferred from the ICU back to our Jizhenbingfang. I wanted to make a case report, but I can't get in touch with Chief Zheng—it's really troubling.'

Looking at Wang Zong's troubled expression, Xie Ning smiled, raised his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Such matters make good drinking conversation and good material for a book.

'Then you need to work harder.' Xie Ning said gently.

'Absolutely!' Wang Zong downed the juice in his cup in one gulp, like drinking alcohol, his eyes slightly red, just like the morale-boosting drink before a troop deployment.

A cup of juice, drunk with a dash of heroism and the resolve never to turn back.