Chapter 624: 615 Special Personnel

Airport, VIP waiting area.

Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, a smile on his lips, confiding his sorrows of parting to Xie Yiren.

Su Yun was the same, only his typing speed was faster and he chatted with more people.

Director Kong looked helplessly at these two kids, wondering if no one would keep him company chatting? Young people, all they know is to cling to their phones.

A pair with an age gap of thirty or forty years walked in, seeming like father and daughter, but the girl's arm was linked with the man's, their behavior extremely intimate.

There were few people in the VIP lounge, fewer than ten, each reading magazines or playing with their phones.

"Xiao Fei, are all young people like this now?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Pretty much." the girl replied with a bright laugh: "You're old, you're already an old man."

"If you don't study well while you're young, just glued to your phone spending family money, what future can you have?"

Their conversation was soft, a mere whisper, lacking the ostentatious gestures of nouveau riche; they simply chatted briefly before moving on to other topics.

At that moment, the airport's PA system broadcast the gentle yet aloof voice of the ground staff.

"Please pay attention, departing passengers: due to air traffic control, the flight is delayed; please wait patiently for airport notification."

The man stared for a moment, then immediately picked up his phone, left the VIP area, and called to arrange his late arrival.

Air traffic control won't change just because he has lots of money or many companies.

Plans don't change quickly; when such a thing happens, the post‑landing schedule naturally needs to change as well.

Zheng Ren also stared for a moment, then felt a bit disappointed.

Director Kong looked at Zheng Ren's expression, found it amusing, and chuckled: "Boss Zheng, in a hurry to go see your little girlfriend? Her name is Xie Yiren, right?"

"Uh…" Zheng Ren was speechless.

"Don't worry, your flight won't be delayed." Director Kong said: "I've also benefited from your luck, so I can get home earlier."

"Huh? Why?" Zheng Ren asked softly.

Su Yun slightly lifted his head, his black forehead hair fluttering, his gaze contemptuous and intense, and said: "Boss, couldn't you have a bit more self‑awareness? Even though the mission is done, you think everyone's like you, tossing toilet paper onto patients and letting them wipe themselves?"

"……" Again with this damn meme, I'm sick of hearing it.

Zheng Ren felt utterly helpless, mentally calculating that if he ever gave a patient an ultrasound again, he must never make that mistake.

"You're still on duty; the mission ends only after you land in the capital." Su Yun said: "During the mission you're considered special personnel; the airport has records and will do everything possible to safeguard your time."

"Huh? How do you know all this?" Zheng Ren saw Su Yun speaking plainly—nose is nose, eyes are eyes—and almost believed him.

Su Yun said nothing, just blew a breath, his forehead hair fluttering, handsomely to the extreme.

"What Su Yun said is right, so I said I've benefited from your luck." Director Kong whispered, trying not to disturb the other guests: "As for the mission, it's not over until you return afterward. But later you might… you two will enjoy the special personnel travel arrangements, similar to an overseas diplomat's post—once you buy a ticket, a corresponding record will be made, and the system will remind and arrange it for you."

"Oh." Zheng Ren gave a bland "oh," having no interest in his special status; he just wanted to retort Su Yun upon seeing his demeanor.

"Su Yun, you said that if you later take a girl to a hotel and encounter a police checkpoint, when they look at your ID, would there be a special personnel notice?" Zheng Ren asked.

"……" In Su Yun's mind, ten thousand grass‑mud horses galloped by like a Mercedes.

Much like public figures, special personnel seem to have even more worries.

Zheng Ren stabbed Su Yun in a vital spot, blood pouring out.

Seeing his words take effect, Zheng Ren chuckled, lowered his head, and immediately resumed chatting with Xie Yiren.

His father‑in‑law and mother‑in‑law went off again to tour mountains and rivers; this time they didn't leave the country, just wandered domestically. They said they were waiting for Zheng Ren to show up so they could come back and see him.

Zheng Ren felt nervous, but at least he had anticipated this.

They chatted all the way, and soon the ground staff announced boarding.

Zheng Ren and his party of three left the VIP lounge and entered the business channel.

That man and woman also left together, they were on the same flight.

The man smiled and said: "Today my luck's not bad; I thought it would be delayed a long while, but it turned out to be on time."

"Your fortune's always been good," the girl teased with a laugh: "Otherwise how could you have run into me?"

"You're right, my luck really is good. In May or June I'll go to fulfill a vow—will you come with me?" the man said.

He was clueless, not knowing who had brought him his good fortune.

They were close by, but Zheng Ren didn't notice them.

Su Yun glanced over and immediately understood what was going on. This sort of thing is normal; he doesn't have a habit of randomly grabbing people to argue with.

But having just been stabbed by Zheng Ren, a surge of resentment welled up inside him, leaving him somewhat gloomy.

After boarding, Su Yun put on an eye mask and lay down to sleep.

Zheng Ren, meanwhile, gazed out the window at the blue sky and white clouds, pondered future matters—there was much to think about, such as Xie Yiren, such as his father‑in‑law, and so on…

With nothing pressing and no need to rush to the emergency room, Zheng Ren felt his whole self become much brighter and cheerier.

The plane took off on schedule; while taxiing, he saw a dozen or so aircraft waiting for the terminal's orders, silently parked on the runway, and Zheng Ren had not a single thought.

So I'll be special personnel from now on?

That line I just snapped at Su Yun—thinking about it now, it's actually kind of scary.

Who knows? Anyway, I just want to be a good doctor, the best doctor, the world's best surgeon.

That's all.

No matter how long the journey, there comes an end. Zheng Ren, heart eager as an arrow, watched the plane climb, circle, fly, and land—his heart had already flown to Xie Yiren's side.

More than three hours later, the plane landed at Capital International Airport.

Still taxiing, Zheng Ren had already packed his carry‑on and was ready to be the first to rush out.

Just thinking of Xie Yiren's silhouette at the pickup gate made his chest heat up.

"Boss, don't be so tense." Although they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, you've already had meat, so what's the hurry?" Seeing Zheng Ren's eager face, Su Yun retorted directly.

Zheng Ren ignored him, standing as if on an operating table, seriously observing the plane's taxiing. When the plane came to a stop, Zheng Ren rose and took the front spot, waiting to dash out.

Director Kong looked at Zheng Ren with a smile, while Su Yun sat leisurely in his seat, watching Zheng Ren's back.

Jogging all the way, Zheng Ren was the first to rush out of the arrival exit.

But the next second, he froze.

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As for special personnel and special matters, hearing people say, they should exist. For example, the Hospital Director of the Hospital that does the most lung transplants nationwide, carrying donated lung tissue onto a plane, taking the entire route via a green channel.