Chapter 756: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren was busy at the Provincial Hospital, another 12 hours had passed.

The moment of silence ended, he lowered his head then raised it again.

"Next." Zheng Ren exhaled, said.

"Doctor Zheng, we just received the order from Forward Command, the Follow-up Medical Team has arrived, you need to go back." Director Lao Chen said.

Zheng Ren froze for a moment, going back? So sudden?

Although Su Yun had mentioned that the Follow-up Troops were approaching, upon receiving the order he was still somewhat taken aback.

"The 6 p. m. flight." Director Lao Chen checked the timetable: the flight for the 912 doctors back to Di Du departs at 6 p. m.

He saw the regretful expression on Zheng Ren's young face, walked over, patted Zheng Ren's shoulder, and said: "Thank you for your and your team's help; it's time to go back and rest."

This is an order, not to be refused.

Zheng Ren thought for a moment, then nodded.

Seven days have passed; the golden 72 hours have long become history. The rescued wounded have received treatment; although the remaining surgeries are still numerous, with the help of the Follow-up Medical Team, Rongcheng should not face major problems.

Upon suddenly hearing this news, Zheng Ren felt a sense of loss in his heart.

The breath he had been holding deep inside dissipated; fatigue surged like a tide, threatening to engulf him entirely.

"Boss, they're here." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren silent, pointed to the people who had just changed clothes and entered the hallway, and said.

Zheng Ren nodded, remaining silent.

"Doctor Zheng, let's take a photo." Director Lao Chen said.

This has always been the custom: take a photo, keep a memento; years later, seeing the photo can still fade the marks of time, making the memory of this moment clear.

"Boss, should I do your makeup? Your face is all blotchy blue and purple, not a good look." Su Yun, rare to relax, joked.

"Yi Ren, come." Zheng Ren waved at Xie Yiren, who was busy in the Operating Room.

"Huh? What's up?" Xie Yiren was about to prepare the Surgical Instruments for the next surgery; seeing Zheng Ren beckon to her, she walked over, somewhat puzzled.

"The Follow-up Medical Team is here; we're going home." Zheng Ren said.

Xie Yiren froze for a moment; she had only been here less than a day.

Damn it, it's all because of that bastard Zheng Ren!

Xiao Yi Ren immediately recalled that at the supermarket, this guy had actually turned off his phone and not replied to her messages.

However, she did not have Persistence and willfulness; she simply nodded, her ponytail swaying lightly.

"Yi Ren, how are you getting back?" Su Yun asked.

"I'll park the car over there, tell my dad, and find someone to drive it back." Xie Yiren moved closer to Zheng Ren and said: "I want to fly back with you."

She was very cautious, as if afraid Zheng Ren would slip away again.

"Going back, going back, I'll first get a massage, then cover myself with a blanket and sleep soundly for three days and three nights—I'll be worked to death!" Su Yun muttered.

Brushing past the newly arrived doctors, their gazes crossed, full of determination and belief.

They didn't speak; just eye contact was enough.

Arriving at the Gengyishi, Zheng Ren sat quietly in a corner, silently spacing out.

He hadn't enjoyed such spaced-out time in a long time; since entering Sichuan, he had been constantly rushing, striving to save every minute and second.

Suddenly idle, this feeling really is quite strange.

"Boss, have a cigarette." Su Yun conjured a pack of cigarettes like a magician and tossed one to Zheng Ren.

"Where did you get that?" Zheng Ren wondered.

"Just ask anyone for a pack, what's the difficulty?" Su Yun scoffed at Zheng Ren's doubt; he does Shou Bing well, why does he still need to think about these things?

Zheng Ren chuckled, pulled a cigarette from the pack and held it in his mouth.

Su Yun's disposable lighter flickered like a ZIPPO, rolling and jumping between his fingers, as if it were a sprite.

Zheng Ren doesn't smoke much, nor has he studied these flashy things. In his view, smoking is smoking; doing it seriously is enough. Eating is eating; eating seriously is enough; as for whether it tastes good or not, that's another matter.

He opened the window; warm, humid air seeped in. Near the window, Zheng Ren took a puff of smoke.

"Take a shower, change clothes, time to go home." Su Yun's voice sounded somewhat ethereal, as if lost in recollection.

"Going back, there's still a lot to do." Zheng Ren pondered, then asked: "By the time the TIPS Surgery makes you vomit, you'd better not complain."

"No problem, there's Fugui'er; it's nothing to do with me. I just need to handle data processing, as well as collect and organize information; for me, that's just a small task." Su Yun didn't mind, raising his hand and moving his little finger.

"I feel the place is a bit small; the ward isn't big enough." Zheng Ren felt somewhat regretful.

Now the interventional level has nearly reached peak; Zheng Ren feels his speed in performing TIPS Surgery is absolutely unmatched.

Facing the ocean-like patient population of Di Du, the limit on Shou Bing volume is only the lack of wards.

Moreover, there's still a second phase of TIPS Surgery to be done; these are all headache-inducing matters.

"Boss, do you know that Xiehe fundamentally has no interventional wards?" Su Yun said leisurely.

"Uh... I don't know." Zheng Ren, who wouldn't know such gossip, shook his head.

"Back then, Xiehe's former director was an academician of both institutes, his stature in the jianghu was extremely high. Xiehe, you also know, the place is tiny. The hospital wanted to give him a small ward, but the old man refused." Su Yun said.

"Why?" Zheng Ren didn't understand.

To give a ward, or at Xiehe Hospital, that's a huge favor. Would anyone refuse?

"I don't know either; I only know this matter. Currently, Xiehe's Director Pan, lacking a ward, can only go department to department, performing Shou Bing in other wards." Su Yun said.

Hmm? That's actually a good idea.

"Moreover, if you want to increase Shou Bing volume, I think just doing it in our own hospital is one thing; more importantly, go run Flying Knife." Su Yun actively offered suggestions; it seems he's turned this over in his mind several times recently.

"I've thought about that." Zheng Ren nodded.

However, running Flying Knife requires using weekend time. I also don't know whether my usual outings count as leaving post...

"As for the rest, I've been muddle-headed lately and haven't thought much. Let's take it step by step." Su Yun said.

Yeah, we can only take it step by step.

As long as there is skill, there is nothing to worry about.

As for time, Zheng Ren also had no idea in his heart; he had to wait for Mei Ha'er to come before discussing further. By then, there would be definite information.

After simply finishing his cigarette, he flicked the butt into the toilet and flushed it away; Zheng Ren began to take a shower.

A quick rinse, just hurry up a bit—that's all; it definitely won't wash away the fatigue and dust all over his body.

Going back, for Zheng Ren it didn't mean things would be much easier; it was a brand‑new undertaking.