Chapter 769: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren, Shen Boshi, Professor Rudolf Wagner, Xiao Oliver

Professor refers to Rudolf Wagner; Chang Yue; Su Yun

Boss refers to Zheng Lao Ban; tomorrow

Chang Yue; big green stick

Zheng Ren took out his phone and searched for nearby vegetable markets.

As for buying vegetables, Zheng Ren's impression was still the noisy hawking of a farmers' market, certainly not the pre-cut, washed kind in a supermarket.

"Doctor Shen, where nearby can I buy vegetables?" Zheng Ren, while searching on the map, saw Shen Boshi wiping himself aside, about to leave work in a hurry, and asked.

Shen Boshi; Inpatient Chief

But he wasn't as "pure" as Zheng Ren; he still knew a few things.

Zheng Lao Ban; hospital rear; Baili Supermarket

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Green Fruit and Vegetable Network

It still wasn't the option Zheng Ren wanted.

But there was nothing to be done; nowadays urban tidying is especially strict, and the farmers' market he remembered is really hard to find.

Then let's go to Baili Supermarket, Zheng Ren patted Shen Boshi on the shoulder and watched him hurry off.

Gu Lili

Inpatient Chief; Director Pan

Being the Inpatient Chief really isn't work for ordinary people. But if one is dedicated, while serving as Inpatient Chief with undivided focus, performing Shou Bing to the point of nausea, it truly offers a tremendous Enhancement for a doctor who is still growing.

Even 996 can't compare to being the Inpatient Chief.

But Zheng Ren, this slacker, doesn't rely on that for his skill Enhancement.

Golden Palm

During the evening rush hour, a round trip would take at least three hours; even taking the outer ring road might not get you there in time.

Zheng Ren felt it would be better to just take the subway home himself; that would probably be a bit faster.

Xiao Yi Ren; Yi Ren

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System Library; Big Pig Trotter

Zheng Ren walked out of the Hospital at a leisurely pace, strolling in the sunset.

Such leisurely time—when was it last? It has long become blurred in Zheng Ren's memory.

Haicheng Shi Yiyuan; Haicheng

Director Pan

The phone rang for a long time, but Director Pan didn't answer.

He must be driving home, Zheng Ren guessed.

He didn't think much of it; after exiting the Hospital's back door, he saw a large supermarket standing before him.

The bustling crowd was filled with the mortal world's aura of everyday life.

Zheng Ren joined the flow of people and entered the supermarket.

Previously, coming to the supermarket meant just buying various instant noodles and seasonings; now, to buy vegetables, Zheng Ren strove to shift his gaze away from the instant noodles and walked forward slowly.

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After going around a few circles, Zheng Ren followed the signs and found the vegetable stall.

Ginger, 2.70 yuan per jin; garlic, 3.95 yuan per jin; zucchini, 1.25 yuan per jin; …

Xie Yiren

Each item was not much; it seemed only what was needed for today's cooking. A little left over might be useful tomorrow morning. As for tomorrow, fresh vegetables would still need to be bought.

If it were usual, Zheng Ren would surely think doing this was a waste of time.

But now, Zheng Ren kept recalling Xie Yiren's message in his mind, honestly selecting items according to the categories and quantities Xie Yiren had said, bit by bit.

After buying the vegetables, each in small amounts, Zheng Ren carried a red basket, found the checkout counter, queued up, and paid.

The number of people in line was neither too many nor too few; the queue moved slowly forward. Zheng Ren also had no time to go to the System Library to read books, because if he stood there foolishly, others might think him a monster, and after a few hours he might not even get to his turn.

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This is what life really looks like—firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea; going to work to earn money to support the family… it seems the family doesn't even need to be supported by oneself.

Just thinking about this, Zheng Ren started to worry again.

I still haven't met my father-in-law; thinking about it now is truly vexing. What if Xiao Yi Ren's parents disagree? Zheng Ren doesn't think being a Nobel Prize Nominee will earn him the father-in-law's favor.

Joy and worry intertwined, Zheng Ren moved forward slowly with the queue, and the phone in his hand rang.

Director Pan

Director

The other end of the line was very noisy; perhaps there was an emergency rescue going on. Zheng Ren smiled faintly.

"Zheng Ren, what's up?" Director Pan didn't have the enthusiasm I imagined; instead, he asked directly.

"……" Zheng Ren blinked, wondering how he should answer that.

"It's nothing, I just missed you, so I called to say hello." Zheng Ren said.

Xiao Song

no.

"I brought the Emergency Rescue Service vehicle to Rongcheng, transferring patients, nothing, I'll hang up first." Director Pan said.

"You... take care of your health." Zheng Ren said, not feeling at ease.

"Don't worry, my health is great." Director Pan hung up the phone in a hurry.

That's how it is; Zheng Ren could imagine that at Director Pan's age, it's hard to endure that kind of frontline busyness.

But now, the toughest time has already passed.

Although there are still occasional emergencies, it definitely won't be like it was at the beginning. Moreover, the later medical teams are numerous; there will definitely be enough people.

If we don't let Director Pan go, he'd probably roll up his sleeves and start cursing.

Let's do that; Director Pan is healthy with no underlying conditions. Little Song from 120 is also quite capable; there shouldn't be any problems.

Zheng Ren pondered as he queued up to the payment counter.

After paying, he got a large plastic bag, and Zheng Ren walked out of the supermarket with the crowd.

It's been less than an hour; time is still early. Zheng Ren wasn't in a rush either, found a less crowded spot, patted his pockets—no cigarettes.