Chapter 750: with translation of chapter title

Surgery ended, Zheng Ren felt extremely refreshed, all his pores emitting a breath of pleasure. He lowered his head, finished the last stitch, and shouted: 'Down...'

The sound had barely left his mouth when Zheng Ren keenly felt a sharp gaze fixed on him.

A strong will to survive welled up from his heart, and Zheng Ren forced himself to swallow the words that followed.

He lifted his head and saw Xie Yiren looking at him with an unfamiliar, stern gaze; Zheng Ren quickly put on an apologetic smile.

Wearing a hat and mask, he could only express himself with his eyes.

"When did you last sleep?" Xie Yiren asked softly but sternly.

"I slept 22 hours ago, when the Boss was on the car coming from Pengxi Township Hospital; I slept the whole way and haven't closed my eyes since." Zheng Ren didn't speak, but Su Yun happily reported the time.

"When did you last eat?" Xie Yiren's voice turned ice-cold, and Zheng Ren felt her usually gentle gaze turn harsh.

"I had a bite before sleeping, the Boss ate a Meal in Pengxi Township, it's been over 55 hours." Su Yun felt pleased, finally able to justifiably hang Zheng Ren up and beat him.

"Still working? You'll kill yourself." Xie Yiren said softly: "Rest three hours; I'll go out and buy food for you."

Zheng Ren originally felt his energy was limitless, about to say something, when he suddenly felt the cold gaze turn sharp, like a knife stabbing him.

"Uh... okay..." Zheng Ren hesitated, then replied.

Resting would be good; he hadn't eaten in two days, relying only on energy pills, and could barely hold on. This time, suddenly seeing Xie Yiren come gave his spirit a jolt, but it couldn't fundamentally change anything.

"Take the patient!" Su Yun shouted, then looked up at Zheng Ren and asked: "Boss, should you say it or should I?"

"I'll go, otherwise the operating table might be taken in three hours." Zheng Ren said.

Xie Yiren lowered her head to tidy the surgical supplies; Zheng Ren gave her a deep look, then turned and left the operating room.

Two doctors were flipping through Zheng Ren's thrombectomy images in the operation room; seeing Zheng Ren come out, they sprang up. Because they were too eager, the chair slid back, hit the wall, and made a bang.

Because they rose too quickly, the seated person almost fell over.

"Uh... what's going on?"

Zheng Ren looked bewildered at the two doctors; the slightly older one politely asked: 'Doctor Zheng, what do you need?'

Zheng Ren hadn't left the operating room; thinking the doctors from the Provincial Hospital were really polite, he smiled and said: 'Who's in charge of scheduling the operating room?'

"Scheduling?" the young doctor blinked; the doctor beside him, in his forties, immediately realized something and asked: "Doctor Zheng, you're tired, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I've been going nonstop for five or six days, looking for a place to sleep three hours." Zheng Ren said: "It's not that I'm afraid there'll be no table when I wake up; I just wanted to give a heads‑up."

"Oh oh, I'll take care of it, I'll tell the Head Nurse." The older doctor said: "Is three hours enough? Just now Director Chen said you seem not to have rested much in Pengxi Township; maybe you should sleep a bit longer."

"No need, thanks." Zheng Ren let out a breath; the doctors from the Provincial Hospital were indeed polite, though it saved him a lot of talk.

That older doctor didn't say anything special; he just had the young doctor inform the Head Nurse of the operating room that it was Doctor Zheng's table, to be used in three hours.

Zheng Ren didn't even know when he had gained a reputation.

The Head Nurse of the operating room—what a terrifying presence.

Even younger directors usually don't dare to take supplies from the Head Nurse up front; is doing this really okay?

Zheng Ren was about to speak, but thought it better to ask himself; after all, it's a special period and the operating tables are scarce resources. The older doctor then extended his hand, politely saying: 'Doctor Zheng, let me introduce myself—I'm Huang Dazhi from the Provincial Hospital's Intervention Department, leading the team.'

"Hello, Teacher Huang." Zheng Ren extended his hand and said gently.

"No, no, no." Professor Huang quickly said: "Your surgical skill is such that you don't need to be so polite with me."

Zheng Ren didn't feel anything special, just gave a faint smile.

"Doctor Zheng, the Zhibanshi in the operating room is too crowded; our director said that if you want to rest, anyone who sees you will just take you straight to his office." Professor Huang said.

"This… isn't proper." Zheng Ren hesitated.

"What's wrong with that!" Professor Huang became stern, saying: "Your team's surgery volume matches that of our three or four teams; helping you a little is what we should do. If you keep being polite, we'll really have nowhere to hide."

"I still have my assistant…" Zheng Ren glanced through the lead glass and saw Xie Yiren efficiently tidying the surgical tools.

Hospitals nationwide are pretty much the same, differing only in some details. Here, having received some people's patronage, Xie Yiren doesn't even need to wash the Surgical Instruments; she just needs to tidy them up.

Su Yun had just lifted the patient onto the cart and was about to come out.

"It's fine, there's still a quiet place." Professor Huang said.

That's good; Zheng Ren nodded and said nothing.

"Boss, go sleep in the Zhibanshi, but don't set up a bed in the hallway." Su Yun worried Zheng Ren might try to tough it out; even though Xie Yiren was watching, she still feared this guy would get water in his head, so she hurried out and said.

"Go to the Intervention Department to sleep, three hours… it's now 22:15; we'll start the table at 01:30 sharp." Zheng Ren glanced at the machine's time and said.

Su Yun didn't mind; as long as she could lie down on a bed and get some quiet sleep, that would be fine. Having come from Di Du, she hadn't slept much, hadn't eaten a proper meal, and was close to breaking point.

Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren handing over things to the circulating nurse, and said: 'Wait a moment.'

"Sure, I'll wait for you." Professor Huang, no matter his age, could still see the slight difference in eyebrows? He had time, he especially cherished it, pulled up an image, and asked: "Doctor Zheng, at this position, how did your guidewire get past?"

Zheng Ren gazed at Xie Yiren's back, his face suffused with a smile that came from the bottom of his heart; he was already smitten.

Professor Huang finished speaking; he stared for a full three seconds until Su Yun bumped him with her shoulder, then he startled and asked: 'What's wrong?'

"I'm asking about your operation." Su Yun knew Zheng Ren was half distracted by Xie Yiren's arrival, half truly exhausted and dazed; she didn't argue with him, just gave a quiet reminder.

Zheng Ren took off his mask and took two deep breaths.

Having worn the mask all along, his breathing felt strained.

"Here, it's like this." Zheng Ren glanced at the screen, immediately understood what Professor Huang meant, and began to explain.