Chapter 794: with translation of chapter title

Su Yun and Xie Yiren, Chang Yue, and Zhou Jinxi stood outside B-ultrasound Room 11.

This examination room is Director Qi's exclusive examination room.

Zhou Jinxi's worried expression did not lessen; she silently stared blankly at the examination room.

Su Yun, meanwhile, held her phone in her hand, tilting her head and fiddling with the phone.

It was just a needle biopsy to take pathological tissue; it would end soon. He was waiting for the pathological specimen to be taken out and sent to the pathology department.

Originally Su Yun planned to pull some strings, asking the pathology department staff to expedite Wu Xiaomei's pathology report.

But who would have thought Director Qi directly called the head of pathology, and that side had already prepared to do an intraoperative frozen section.

Is this little boss of ours really able to open up the situation this quickly? Su Yun fiddled with her phone while pondering.

Looking at him, he seems inept at worldly affairs, like a bookish fool; but from a factual standpoint, Zheng Ren is truly incredibly capable.

Su Yun knew that being able to mobilize a senior director from an auxiliary department to act was not something an ordinary person could do; even a team-leading professor would have to be vague and could not be certain.

Regardless of the team-leading professor, I myself could not do it.

Now my social circle is limited to many graduate students and doctoral candidates, at most just the Inpatient Chief.

This guy, sly and bad, Su Yun thought to herself.

"Su Yun, send the pathology." Just then, Zheng Ren came out holding a pathology bottle, inside which the solution floated three flaky, messy tissue pieces.

"All right." Su Yun put her phone away, grabbed the pathology bottle, and left.

"Little sis, wait here for a bit." Zheng Ren said: "In about twenty-five minutes, the pathology results will come out."

"Chief Zheng... is everything okay?" Wu Xiaomei was still worried.

"The words I just said to Director Qi, you heard them too, didn't you? Director Qi also judged it as breast cholesterol granuloma, not even qualifying as a benign lesion, merely a change." Zheng Ren said with a chuckle.

Director Qi did not come out; as soon as this needle biopsy ended, the patients outside waiting for his examination were called in.

In the meantime, they slipped in doing Wu Xiaomei's pathological tissue needle biopsy, which was already a huge favor.

"Yiren, where are you going this afternoon?" Zheng Ren did not continue comforting Wu Xiaomei, because there was no need. The more he said, the more it would seem guilty and scheming, which would make Wu Xiaomei suspect ulterior motives.

"Going to buy some household items; the season is changing, and you still don't have summer clothes." Xie Yiren had already made plans; this was the first time she would go shopping with Zheng Ren, and she had been looking forward to it for a long time.

On this side, Zheng Ren and the two of them chatted idly, while Wu Xiaomei and Zhou Jinxi were heavy-hearted.

Before twenty-five minutes had passed, Su Yun came running back holding a slip of paper, her black hair flying forward like a little bird in flight.

"The pathology is fine." Su Yun handed the intraoperative frozen pathology slip to Zheng Ren, laughing as she told Wu Xiaomei.

"Here, cholesterol granuloma is just a physiological change; you can relax now." Zheng Ren glanced at the slip, saw it matched his diagnosis, and handed the slip to Wu Xiaomei.

A huge stone seemed to drop from her heart; Wu Xiaomei felt stars before her eyes, her body weak and limp, as if she had just walked through a life-and-death ordeal.

All those days of worry and hesitation vanished in an instant.

"Chief Zheng, what should we do next? We'll follow your advice." Zhou Jinxi gathered her courage, stepped up to Zheng Ren, and asked.

"It depends on what you want to do." Zheng Ren said indifferently: "Breast cholesterol granuloma, whether to cut or not makes no difference. Now doing a small surgery or observing for a period is the same."

"Do it."

"Then let's not do it."

Zhou Jinxi and Wu Xiaomei said this at the same time.

Their differing opinions sounded together, and both were stunned for a moment.

"Sis, I don't want to do it." Wu Xiaomei timidly looked at Zhou Jinxi and said.

"Fine, then let's head back." Zhou Jinxi looked at Zheng Ren and smiled: "Chief Zheng, thank you for the trouble."

"No trouble at all." Zheng Ren waved his hand, thinking in his mind about accompanying Xiao Yi Ren shopping this afternoon.

Shopping was something Zheng Ren had never done. To him, shopping was entirely a dumbing-down activity; he only hoped he wouldn't make any mistakes.

Chang Yue saw Zhou Jinxi and the two of them off; Zhou Jinxi seemed preoccupied, occasionally glancing at Zheng Ren with the corner of her eye. But Zheng Ren's gaze was wholly on Xiao Yi Ren, so he didn't notice at all.

Su Yun found it amusing; just how stupid is our boss?

But foolish people have foolish blessings; truly, focusing wholeheartedly on winning a Nobel Prize is the real deal. If the backyard caught fire now, even the Nobel Prize might be delayed. As for "fallen flowers have intention, flowing water is careless," la la la, Su Yun thought to herself and almost hummed a little tune.

Zheng Ren didn't think much of Wu Xiaomei's thanks.

She is just an ordinary patient's family member, coming to see me for treatment. Rather than thanks, Zheng Ren would rather everyone be safe and free of illness, and in the end she forgets herself.

Chang Yue also didn't see them off far; after putting them in the car, she returned.

Everyone ate lunch in the cafeteria; Chang Yue had to write medical records and give pre-operative instructions, with many tasks piling up. Su Yun, meanwhile, wanted to go home and sleep; having worked all night yesterday, she complained about it.

The agreed-upon sleep of three days and three nights—if short by even a day, an hour, a minute, or a second, it doesn't count as three days and three nights.

After eating, Su Yun hailed a car herself to go home and sleep; Chang Yue went to the department to work. Zheng Ren finally walked leisurely with Xiao Yi Ren to the parking lot, preparing to go shopping for daily necessities.

Holding Xiao Yi Ren's hand, Zheng Ren fell into a state of mental blankness.

Thinking of nothing, he merely felt the warmth of this moment; the lactic acid accumulated in his body seemed to be metabolized wildly, making him feel much more spirited.

Arriving at the parking lot, a red Volvo XC60 appeared before his eyes.

Zheng Ren's worldview was truly refreshed once again.

Xiao Yi Ren must really like the Volvo XC60; whether in Hai Cheng, Sheng Cheng, or Di Du, it's always this car, and the color hasn't changed.

However, the Volvo XC60 looks much more low-key than yesterday's black sports car, can seat more people, and Zheng Ren still likes it.

As for things like Aston Martin, or the globally limited 77 units, they have nothing to do with Zheng Ren at all.

"Zheng Ren, what do you like to wear in summer?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Um... whatever, as long as it's not too expensive." Zheng Ren thought and said: "Just wearable is fine; besides, I don't go out much, I change into a White Coat at work, just going back and forth..."

Xie Yiren laughed and brushed off Zheng Ren's opinion; it was just small talk, not really seeking his advice.

I estimate Zheng Ren's true thought is: undershirt, big shorts, flip-flops—just spend the summer like that.

That wouldn't do, Xie Yiren thought to herself.