Chapter 760: 748 People in the martial world, unable to control their own fate

748 People in the martial world, unable to control their own fate.

"I just got back, didn't have time to change clothes." Zheng Ren said somewhat vaguely.

But Song Ying instantly understood his meaning; although he showed no extra expression or movement, he lightly nodded and sincerely said: "You've worked hard."

"Not bad."

Su Yun queued up obediently, holding their phone, absentmindedly scrolling through something.

After speaking, Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Please eat quickly, it'll get cold soon."

Song Ying asked: "Chief Zheng, have you been transferred to 912?"

"Hmm."

"After you finished treating me, I heard Director Chu mention you several times, each time praising you endlessly. I guessed you'd eventually come to 912, though I didn't expect it so soon." Song Ying said with a smile.

Faced with such remarks, Zheng Ren was momentarily at a loss for words.

Song Ying was also perceptive; a glance told him Zheng Ren's situation. Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "You've come to the capital; where are you staying? If it's inconvenient, I still have a vacant apartment you can take—rent and such can be discussed."

Zheng Ren smiled, knowing Song Ying was just being polite about the rent; with his wealth, who would worry about a little rent?

"There's a place nearby; it's very close. Thank you for the trouble."

"Nearby?" Song Ying blinked in surprise.

"Golden Palm?"

"Huh… huh?"

Over the past few years, property prices in the capital have slightly retreated; Golden Palm's price has dropped from 120,000 per square meter to around 90,000.

Even so, it seems unlikely that a doctor newly arrived in the capital could afford to live there.

But the surprise flickered only briefly on Song Ying's face before he smiled and said: "Actually I also live at Golden Palm; leave your contact details—I may need to trouble Chief Zheng later."

Zheng Ren didn't mind; his connection with Director Chu of the CT department meant they knew each other's backgrounds.

After exchanging phone numbers and WeChat with Song Ying, they chatted a few more words; Su Yun approached, one hand holding a skewer, the other holding a stick.

"Boss, I'm home." Su Yun said.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren glanced at Song Ying, then said nothing.

"Let's go together, keep each other company." Song Ying said, smiling while eating a grilled sausage.

"Hey? Manager Song, why are you still eating grilled sausage?" Su Yun asked while threading skewers.

"Chief Zheng's timely diagnosis meant a minor operation, and he'll recover quickly."

Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, pursed his lips, said nothing, and focused on eating the grilled sausage.

Although it was already late at night, there were still plenty of people on the streets—prime time for nightlife.

Being able to return to a world of peace and prosperity is truly wonderful.

I hope that side will also improve soon. The sweet, humid evening breeze of Rongcheng, the night scenery—that's truly paradise on earth.

Having someone like Song Ying, who's smooth but not overly slick, makes even a light chat a few sentences not awkward.

Entering the residential compound, Song Ying saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun off to the building entrance, watched them go inside, stood there for a while, finished the now‑lukewarm grilled sausage, then slowly left.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned home; each found a set of newly bought and washed clothes placed on their bed.

【I'm back; you should be asleep. I saw the clothes—wear them tomorrow morning.】

Zheng Ren, half‑asleep, hadn't forgotten to send a WeChat message to Xie Yiren.

He set the clothes aside, took off his outerwear, and collapsed straight onto the bed.

After waiting a few dozen seconds, Xie Yiren hadn't replied, and Zheng Ren fell into a deep sleep.

A week of nonstop surgery, heavy use of energy‑boosting drugs, had left Zheng Ren's body severely overdrawn.

That is, only because his physique had been strengthened in the System Space could he have endured it.

Zheng Ren had intended to pop into the System Space for a quick look, but before he could enter, he lost consciousness.

After waking up, the sky was already bright.

He picked up his phone—it was already noon.

Zheng Ren gave a wry smile, remarking that he had meant to go upstairs to eat, but had slept straight through to this time of day.

He glanced at his WeChat; Xie Yiren hadn't replied, probably not wanting to disturb his sleep.

【I'm awake. Smiley~】

Zheng Ren sent a message to Xie Yiren.

【I'm at home; Yuejie has gone to work. After you freshen up, call me—let's go out for a bite. I've only just gotten up myself.】

Xie Yiren replied.

After driving all the way to find herself, she'd also just finished a nearly‑twenty‑hour surgery and was utterly exhausted.

Zheng Ren lazily lingered in bed for a few minutes, not thinking about the past.

The past is past; now it's time to think about future work.

The lack of beds continually troubled Zheng Ren.

Unlike Haicheng City First Hospital, here in Haicheng the emergency ward has over twenty beds to play around with.

But this is the capital; patients from across the nation flood in, making a single bed worth more than its weight in gold.

Director Kong being able to allocate a few beds for him was already immensely generous; one can only imagine the pressure and envious eyes he faces.

This side surely has no potential left to tap; digging deeper would surely offend someone—perhaps even all the team‑leading professors.

If one doesn't know their limits and gets this far, who knows what trouble they might stir up.

Su Yun is right; Professor Pan Jie of Xiehe doesn't have wards, yet works differently—handling over a thousand radiofrequency ablations a year without difficulty.

This should be the first step, or perhaps look for an opportunity to pay a visit to the heads of each department here.

Navigating interpersonal relations… just thinking about it made Zheng Ren feel a sense of difficulty.

But we can't just let Su Yun go out and cause trouble, can we?

For doctors of the Inpatient Chief level, Su Yun still holds a very high standing in the martial world.

But when facing the directors of 912, Su Yun is much weaker. Especially now that they still hold the identity of a Nobel Prize nominee, if they don't step forward, the directors might think they're putting on airs, making future communication even harder.

In the martial world, one really has no control over their own fate.

Zheng Ren sighed, got up, and went to wash up.

Su Yun was sleeping soundly on that side; Zheng Ren didn't wake them, took a hot shower, changed into fresh clothes, and then contacted Xie Yiren.

Xie Yiren didn't ask Zheng Ren to come upstairs, but directly arranged to meet in the underground parking lot.

She didn't drive back, and Zheng Ren was also very curious, not knowing what car she had been driving lately.

If another Volvo XC60 appeared, Zheng Ren could only marvel at Xie Yiren's world, feeling they really didn't understand it.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Zheng Ren received a call from Xie Yiren, who told them where the car was.

A pure black Aston Martin was parked in the underground lot, quiet as a leopard about to pounce on its prey, ready to leap at any moment.

Looking at that streamlined design, Zheng Ren furrowed their brow.

They didn't know what an Aston Martin was, nor what specifications the car had, nor its superior performance.

Just looking at it gave off an air of expense.

"Come up, what are you looking at?" Seeing Zheng Ren standing blankly in front of the car, Xie Yiren waved a hand to call them over.

I was thinking, this car only seats two people; for the day after tomorrow's commute, should I sit in the trunk or should Chang Yue sit in the trunk?