Chapter 7: Seven Buildings

Zheng Renye also admits that Su Yun is indeed quite good-looking, but being a doctor isn't about walking a runway; can good looks treat patients?

Hurrying back to the Emergency Department, Zheng Ren zhen feared that while he was eating, a trauma would come up and Yuan Li would suture him. Without major surgery, practicing suturing is also good.

The worried-about thing didn't happen; the Emergency Surgery Department was unusually quiet today, with only a girl in red clothes sitting on a chair in the corridor, sobbing.

In the hospital, it's normal for patients or their families to cry. Zheng Ren doesn't have the mind to comfort a girl; waiting for trauma patients is what he most wants.

As he passed by, Zheng Ren glanced at the girl and felt she looked somewhat familiar.

Taking a closer look, he realized it was Xie Yiren, the operating room instrument nurse who had stayed behind that day to assist him in surgery.

"Yiren, what's wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.

Hearing someone ask her a question, Xie Yiren lifted her head, her eyes wet with tears, looking pitiful.

Seeing it was Zheng Ren, Xie Yiren wailed and cried even harder. She pulled her legs up onto the red hard plastic chair, hugged her legs, and her shoulders trembled.

Zheng Ren was at a loss, not knowing what to say.

In this situation, if one couldn't figure out why Xie Yiren was crying in the Emergency Department, it would be a sign of low intelligence. Zheng Ren fell silent, racking his brains to think of how to comfort Xie Yiren.

"I... I applied to the Emergency... Emergency Department, afraid... afraid there would be no surgery."

After a long while, Xie Yiren finally sobbed and told Zheng Ren.

"The Emergency Department has its own advantages; at least you don't have to work overtime on surgeries," Zheng Ren comforted.

"But... but I want to do surgeries," Xie Yiren said.

"What's good about surgery?" Zheng Ren, who hadn't realized how much he himself longed for surgery, said: "You're in the Emergency Department, no overtime, you have time to flirt with some guys, watch movies, enjoy life. Look how busy the operating room is—unscheduled overtime."

"I don't dare flirt with guys," Xie Yiren said with a serious face.

Seeing her mood seemed to have improved a bit, Zheng Ren felt pleased; the girl's thoughts were simple, so he went along with her words to keep her from crying further.

"Why, at your age, this is the prime time to enjoy love."

"I'm still young; I don't want a boyfriend, I just want to do surgery and work overtime," Xie Yiren said firmly.

Just wanting to work overtime... isn't that a bit too noble?

To contribute bricks and tiles for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese Nation? This girl's awareness is also too high.

Zheng Ren felt Xie Yiren had already talked the topic to death; he himself was speechless, not knowing what to say next.

Suddenly he thought of something and asked: "Is it because your family's financial situation isn't good, so you want overtime pay?"

As he spoke, Zheng Ren felt he had touched the essence of the problem.

He also imagined her as a pitiful child, instantly conjuring up countless tragic backstories.

"No, I'm quite well-off," Xie Yiren said with a cute, dazed expression, her little nose twitching a few times, her nostrils flaring, making her even more adorable.

"How much overtime pay do you get per month?"

"I don't know; I've never looked at my pay card," Xie Yiren said.

"Then you don't spend money normally?"

"I do spend money, but the money on the pay card can't buy anything, so I hardly ever look at it."

"..." Zheng Ren felt he had some misunderstanding about Xie Yiren, reviewed the previous conversation, and then cautiously asked: "How much pocket money do your parents give you each month?"

"They just travel around the world every year; they're in Turkey now. When they left, they gave me a supplementary card to spend freely, without saying how much money per month."

Zheng Ren felt he had suffered a ten-thousand-point critical hit, his health bar instantly reduced to a sliver.

"Does your family have a company?"

"They used to have one, but not anymore. However, my family owns seven buildings on Lin Yin Jie; collecting rent each month is enough."

Lin Yin Jie is the center of the city center, a CBD area, where everyone coming and going are high-salary white-collar workers.

Zheng Ren sighed, thinking that if he had seven properties on Lin Yin Jie, collecting rent could also let him live a comfortable life.

"Seven apartments, why do you still go to work?" Zheng Ren wondered, feeling that his childhood poverty had limited his imagination.

"Not seven apartments, but seven buildings," Xie Yiren corrected Zheng Ren's somewhat biased perception: "Like the Wu Mao Dasha."

One Peerless, a hundred percent critical strike, Zheng Ren instantly went down.

The corridor of the Emergency Room instantly fell silent; Zheng Ren's vision blurred as he struggled to recover.

"Then why do you still come to work? Wouldn't it be better to travel the world with your parents?" After a long while, Zheng Ren finally asked.

"I just want to do surgery," Xie Yiren said, her mind seeming a bit fixated, repeating the same sentence: "But since coming to the Emergency Department, there's no surgery. I'll take some time to see if I can go to another hospital as an instrument nurse."

"..." Indeed, she is a girl with ideals and aspirations, striving for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese Nation, with correct values and noble character.

In an instant, Zheng Ren heaped all the beautiful words he could think of onto Xie Yiren.

"Not crying anymore? In the Emergency Department, I also do some surgeries." Zheng Ren then eased up, and after his emotions stabilized, he added: "Until you find a new job, just assist me in the Emergency Department."

"Although the Emergency Department only does minor suturing..." Xie Yiren blinked her big eyes, thought it over, then mustered the courage to say: "Doctor Zheng, I've come to rely on you."

"Rely on?"

"Yes, Director Liu's team performs a pancreaticoduodenectomy that takes six to seven hours, but you finish it in half an hour. A woman's intuition tells me that following you, there will be surgeries to do."

This girl's ideal is simply too grand and righteous.

Her family has seven buildings in the CBD, yet she only wants to be an instrument nurse—could it be that she's like those who drive a Maserati to do DD?

Zheng Ren recalled that during that surgery, he hadn't had a deep impression of the instrument nurse, but she seemed always able to hand him the instruments he needed when he required them.

Her work should be considered proficient.

Then let her assist me in surgery.

"First go register, then..." Zheng Ren thought of another problem: the Emergency Department has no dedicated instrument nurse. After all, they don't do major surgery here, so there's no need to waste manpower.

"Are you thinking about the Head Nurse?" Xie Yiren asked, understanding him well.

"Yes, it's a bit of a headache."

"It's fine; her younger brother opened a company in my family's property, I contacted him this morning and waived three years of rent for him. The Head Nurse has in principle agreed that we work as a team, and I will only be responsible for handing you the instruments during surgery."

"..." Zheng Ren realized that in his conversations with Xie Yiren, he had been struck speechless almost as many times as in his entire life.

Is this considered entertaining guests and giving gifts?

Who knows? Zheng Ren isn't pedantic; if someone arranges a Shou Bing for him, even if it's just suturing in the Emergency Department, it can save him some trouble.

Then let's do that.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm afraid the Emergency Department has no Shou Bing."

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing screech of brakes came from outside the Jizhen Da Lou.

A few seconds later, two people appeared in the hallway, and a bloody smell assailed them.