Chapter 758: with translation of title

746, Mr., you're kidney deficient.

After boarding the plane, Zheng Ren leaned on Xie Yiren's shoulder without saying a word and fell asleep.

With nothing on his mind, he completely relaxed, his body went limp, and he slept soundly.

When Xie Yiren woke him up, he had already returned to the capital.

Having slept the whole way, Zheng Ren felt a little embarrassed. Xiao Yi Ren didn't move at all, afraid to disturb his sleep, and probably half of her body was numb.

"Feeling better?" Xie Yiren asked, moving her shoulder with a sweet smile.

"Uh... I'm fine, I guess it'll take a few days to recover," Zheng Ren said frankly.

His body ached, especially the spot where his left rib was fractured, still in the peak of congestion and swelling. The swollen tissue pressed on his intercostal nerves, causing throbbing pain. But he didn't plan to tell Xie Yiren, so she wouldn't worry.

This injury isn't a big deal; why make a fuss?

There wasn't much luggage, and everyone disembarked in order.

Zhao Yunlong's face looked grim; Zheng Ren knew he was thinking of his fallen comrades.

In peacetime, the word 'sacrifice' feels so distant that many people have forgotten it.

I hope we can keep forgetting it, as long as everyone is safe and sound, that's better than anything.

After exiting the arrival gate, Chang Yue and Professor Rudolf Wagner stood in the first row waving, not knowing how long they had been waiting.

Those waiting for such flights are all families of medical personnel who were immediately rushed to the front line.

Suddenly departed, now returned, they embraced and wept.

Professor Rudolf Wagner opened his arms, wanting to give Zheng Ren a big hug, but Zheng Ren stopped him with his gaze.

"Boss, I've missed you to death." The professor, a bit excited, his blond hair flying.

"Oh." Zheng Ren took Xie Yiren's hand, glanced at him, and smiled, asking, "How many surgeries have you done?"

"No one went out to see patients; we just did 12 surgeries," Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

In one week, they performed 12 TIPS surgeries, which wouldn't be considered few anywhere. However, for the team's goal, it's a number they can't show off.

To win a Nobel Prize, one must overwhelm the judges with huge numbers. Doing 12 surgeries in a week, at this pace they'd win a Nobel Prize only ten years later.

"Don't rush, I'm back," Zheng Ren said calmly.

The professor kept nodding, his expression saying he had been waiting for the boss to come back.

"What should we eat?" Chang Yue asked.

Zheng Ren felt Xie Yiren's hand twitch slightly, as if she could instantly suggest many ideas.

However, Xie Yiren didn't speak, but turned her head to look at Zheng Ren.

"I'm easygoing," Zheng Ren said with a slight smile.

It was indeed a smile; Zheng Ren even dared not speak loudly, because any excessive movement of his facial muscles would cause piercing pain. Speaking loudly or moving his chest vigorously would also hurt his fractured ribs.

"Just a quick bite, I'm going for a massage," Su Yun said. "I need an oil back massage to loosen up my body."

"I was just..." Zheng Ren started to refuse, but Su Yun interrupted him directly, "Boss, let's go together."

Zheng Ren didn't dare mention his own injury, hesitated a bit, thought a hot foot bath would be nice, glanced at Xie Yiren, and agreed.

Along the way, Professor Rudolf Wagner kept saying how small the ward was, how harsh the conditions, and how large the number of surgeries.

Zheng Ren had considered all of this, but could only take things one step at a time.

The professor drove, following Xie Yiren's directions, to an old-fashioned restaurant near Golden Palm.

"The porridge and pastries here are nice and have character. You haven't eaten in a long time, your digestion is off, so for the next few days just have porridge," Xie Yiren said.

This is the proper thing to do; although drinking the porridge still leaves you hungry, it avoids possible adverse effects.

If they came back from the front lines standing tall, only to be knocked down by a hot pot of mutton, wouldn't that be a joke?

Zheng Ren and Su Yun forced themselves to stay energetic, chatting and laughing.

But Su Yun was far quieter than usual, obvious to see. Xie Yiren had also been up for days, lacking energy, ate just a bite of the meal, and then went straight back to Golden Palm.

A few hundred meters from the residential complex entrance, there was a newly opened massage parlor; Su Yun had already found it on her phone and was making plans to go there.

Xie Yiren was clearly tired as well; she got out of the car, Zheng Ren patted her head, they agreed to have breakfast together tomorrow morning, and then parted.

"Boss, you can't always ask Xiao Yi Ren for her opinion; otherwise it'll be inconvenient for you to do anything later," Su Yun yawned and chatted on the way.

"I don't really want to do anything either," Zheng Ren said with a vacant gaze, looking so tired he could collapse at any moment. "If one day I can't work anymore, I'll just stay home every day, go grocery shopping in the morning, cook with Yi Ren, and the rest of the time just watch TV and take it easy—that would be fine."

"What a flashy world... ah..." Su Yun said, yawning.

He too had no energy to chatter, but luckily the foot massage parlor wasn't far, just a few minutes' walk away.

This shop had just opened, and the lobby still smelled faintly of renovation materials.

But since it was close, there wasn't much to complain about; both were exhausted, just wanting to lie down as soon as possible.

"Boss, let me tell you, a good masseuse can truly let you relax completely," Su Yun said while yawning.

Zheng Ren didn't speak either, blindly following behind Su Yun.

"Would you two like to get a card? Opening promotion: top up 1000, get 200 free," the massage parlor's front desk manager greeted them enthusiastically.

But he didn't know the condition of these two people he was facing; his smile was wasted.

Su Yun listlessly declined his offer, saying she'd try it first. Then she asked for an oil back massage, while Zheng Ren just wanted a foot bath.

Regarding Zheng Ren's request, Su Yun had no objections either; they were both exhausted, who would think about him?

An attendant led them to a massage room, they changed clothes, and Su Yun went shirtless, flopping onto the bed like a puddle of mud.

Zheng Ren half-lying, half-sitting on the massage bed, waiting for hot water to arrive.

A few minutes later, the persistent front desk manager and two technicians entered, first observing the room's situation, seeing Su Yun lying on the massage bed apparently asleep, he then looked her over and said:

"Sir, have you been feeling unusually fatigued lately, unable to rest? This is a sign of stagnant kidney qi," the front desk manager said solemnly.

Zheng Ren was exhausted, but couldn't help smiling; he lifted his foot and placed it in 44-degree water.

It's so warm, my body feels a few degrees lighter.

And Su Yun, who rarely pretended to be dead, didn't say a word.

The manager also didn't feel embarrassed, continuing to say, "Sir, look at your waist, there are two depressions; this is a sign of kidney deficiency."

That is Maikes Ling.

That is Maikes Ling.

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun said in unison.

……

……

Well, many years ago, at a newly opened massage parlor, the manager told me. We've been working in the clinic for so many years; we can't let him fool us. I pulled him aside and explained the local anatomy and what Maikes Ling really is.