Chapter 753: with translation of chapter title

Although the Big Pig Trotter did not issue a new system quest, Zheng Ren's medical level had genuinely stepped up a notch.

Even Zheng Ren himself…… never even dreamed that such a result would happen.

And what those silky, crystalline threads actually meant, Zheng Ren also didn't know.

After scanning the System Space once, the Little White Fox outside the Thatched Hut seemed to have come alive, and unnoticed, the area covered by the System Space had also expanded somewhat.

What this meant, Zheng Ren still didn't know.

Not knowing anything, Zheng Ren also couldn't be bothered to think. He finally just lay down by the Pond and went straight to sleep.

After a sweet, fragrant sleep with no dreams, until he was woken up, Zheng Ren discovered his whole body ached so badly he couldn't even get out of bed.

With the slightest movement, his muscles and bones felt as if they were torn apart, a piercing pain.

Zheng Ren knew this was due to a large buildup of lactic acid in his body. The amount of buildup could even be compared to lactic acidosis in severe diabetes patients.

However, his liver and kidney functions were fine, so there wouldn't be too much damage; if he wanted to recover, he at least needed to rest for a while.

But now…… there really was no way to rest.

Zheng Ren hadn't fully awakened yet when a scent of congee came from his mouth and nose.

Oh, the congee bought by Xiao Yi Ren, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

He strained to open his eyes and saw Xie Yiren with both hands resting on her knees, her waist slightly bent, her eyes bright as stars, looking at him very seriously and attentively.

He wanted to grin, but his whole body was fatigued and weak, making Zheng Ren's smile look somewhat odd.

"Ouch~" Su Yun's shout came; he was just the same, his whole body hurting terribly.

"Get up, it's time to eat." Xie Yiren smiled, her smooth neck like a petal, her delicate face like a stamen, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Oh." Zheng Ren supported himself to sit up, paused a moment, and his body gradually adapted to the sore state.

After a sleep, his spirits were much better, but his whole-body fatigue was even worse, not as good as before sleeping.

There's nothing to be done; the current situation doesn't allow him to sleep more.

Being able to rest three hours was already a decision made gritting his teeth. Zheng Ren knew that a large medical team was surely rushing to Rongcheng from behind, he just didn't know when they would arrive.

When they arrived, he would be able to rest, Zheng Ren consoled himself.

"It's been a long time since I ate, so I didn't cook rice; I made a pot of congee. The rice I brought; at home there were only a few li of fragrant water rice, I brought it all." Xie Yiren scooped the congee with a spoon, then slowly poured it back down, lowering the temperature.

The fresh aroma spread through the small office, refreshing everyone.

"I…… this is real fragrant water rice." Su Yun stretched lazily, immediately energized, "What's sold on the market is all fake; the taste is always a bit off."

"Mm, there's not much left at home either; this time I packed up and guessed you guys probably rarely eat rice, so I brought it all." Xie Yiren blew on the hot air in small sips, saying.

"Money isn't omnipotent; it can do nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine things, the only thing it can't do is make you feel the hardship of the penniless." Su Yun made a snarky comment, swayed as he stood up, and walked to the table.

A faint layer of green floated on the congee, full of vitality.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and eat." Zheng Ren said.

"This really isn't nonsense……"

"Rongcheng's specialty cold pot fish, I packed this." Xie Yiren said: "It's a bit late, couldn't buy vegetables, just went home and cooked congee."

"Yi Ren, does your family also have a house in Rongcheng?"

"Yeah, a long time ago, either 03 or 04, this side auctioned land. My dad came over, planning to give it a try. Didn't expect Hong Kong capital to come in; no matter how high the price, they'd always add another bid. Later my dad gave up and bought several sets of apartments in Huaxi Beautiful Lodge beside Huaxi."

"Huaxi Beautiful Lodge……" Su Yun coughed twice.

That was perhaps not expensive before, but now its price shoots straight to the sky, a property.

"Boss, I suggest we go work in Huaxi. Walking home after work takes five minutes, it's super convenient." Su Yun drank congee, chatting nonsense with Zheng Ren.

"Back then the school sold that plot to developers, supposedly causing a big controversy." Zheng Ren said while eating: "When I was in school, seeing the square campus being cut out a piece always felt uncomfortable."

"How long will the surgery later take?" Xie Yiren interrupted Zheng Ren and Su Yun's gossip, asking a sharp question.

"I don't know." Zheng Ren answered weakly.

The subtext is that I also don't know; it depends on how many casualties there are. But he also knew that with Xie Yiren present, it would be impossible to let him do nonstop surgery.

This could be considered a balance of work and rest; otherwise, Director Jiang's black widow heart attack incident could really happen to him.

Xie Yiren wanted to speak, but upon remembering something, her expression turned somewhat bleak, then she fell silent.

The three of them remained silent, drinking the pot of congee dry.

If he weren't already full and really unable to eat, Su Yun would want to rinse the pot with pure water to eat every grain of rice stuck to the walls. Sometimes, being a sycophant really isn't bad.

"Oh, right, do you have Director Chen's phone number? I forgot it in my daze." Zheng Ren asked Su Yun.

"I don't have it." Su Yun stroked his belly, reluctant to let go.

"I have it here, anything you need, Zheng Ren?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Forgot to tell Director Lao Chen, amputee patients with a smoking history need hyperbaric oxygen after surgery; if they don't have one, it's still best to do it." Zheng Ren said.

Because smoking can cause blood vessel spasms, and it's a lasting effect; it doesn't disappear just because they stop smoking short-term after amputation.

Therefore, the newly formed capillary network is harder to establish in non-smoking casualties; this is an objective factor, and Zheng Ren cannot compensate for it with surgery.

So he searched through all methods, decided to do hyperbaric oxygen post-op, which helps restore blood supply.

Hyperbaric oxygen therapy uses a machine to create an environment above one atmospheric pressure for oxygen treatment, commonly expressed in ATA.

1 ATA = 760 mmHg (101.32 kPa); general treatment uses 2–3 ATA.

With the addition of a negative ion generation device, it can be said this is an ecological-level treatment measure, non-invasive and toxin-free; by having patients inhale pure oxygen containing negative ions under high pressure, it promotes the body's self-renewal process, boosts immune cell vitality, to combat disease, thereby gradually restoring the patient's health.

Generally speaking, neurosurgery often uses hyperbaric oxygen for treatment.

Some neurosurgeons even suggest performing hyperbaric oxygen therapy as early as possible post-op to promote patients' microcirculation and nerve cell recovery.

For amputee patients, hyperbaric oxygen helps reduce bodily tissue edema and has antibacterial effects, playing an extremely important role in recovery.

Xie Yiren didn't really understand, but since Zheng Ren said it, it must be true.

She took out her phone, found Director Lao Chen's number, and dialed it.