Chapter 889: line with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren finished washing up, lay on the bed.

He picked up his phone, left a message for Xiao Yi Ren, exchanged goodnights, and prepared to sleep.

Just as he was about to turn off his phone, he felt a sudden thought, opened his phone's QQ. Zheng Ren was no longer young, and had no business needing QQ contact, so for him QQ was merely a tool to reminisce about his youth.

Although Zheng Ren's youth was rather miserable, with nothing worth reminiscing about, no matter what, it was still youth.

But now Zheng Ren had his phone QQ open, and there was one more thing.

He looked at that little boy's status update.

Sure enough, the status update had been updated——again unable to go to school, he fondly remembered attending class at this time last year.

He must be undergoing chemotherapy, Zheng Ren guessed.

He scrolled up, seeing that the little boy had updated his status every day these past few days; it seemed this was a window for him to converse with the whole world.

Today I feel awful, I really want to turn into a little bird, able to fly carefree…… There are about seven or eight such status updates. Further up, Zheng Ren didn't bother to look.

I hope he suffers less and can be happier.

Zheng Ren set a timer on his phone, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, they went upstairs to eat, and the four of them arrived at the hospital early.

Xie Yiren went to the Operating Room, preparing the various consumables needed for Zheng Ren's TIPS surgery. Zheng Ren and Su Yun checked the patients undergoing Phase II surgery, confirmed how many could be discharged today, then handed it over to Chang Yue; the two went to the gastroenterology and general surgery departments to continue rounds.

It was again the time when just making rounds required walking ten thousand steps a day; Zheng Ren didn't find it tiring, for this was a gap he had painstakingly torn open, absolutely impossible to let it close again.

The patients' preoperative preparations were all completed; two patients, having been told they needed to abstain from water, had not taken oral antihypertensive medication.

Zheng Ren told them to take their medicine normally; TIPS surgery does not require such strict water abstention.

After all, no general anesthesia is used; water abstention is only because they fear the patient, having eaten too much in the morning, might get nervous on the table and vomit, causing aspiration.

Everything was ready.

Zhao Wenhua presided over the handover; this morning's handover was hurried, and after finishing rounds he rushed off.

He must be going to pick up Director Kong, Zheng Ren thought.

He missed Director Kong a bit, but he said there was no need to pick him up; the hospital would hang a big red banner at the airport to welcome him. Zheng Ren found such scenes rather intimidating.

Fortunately, when he returned from the front, no one had the capacity to welcome him; otherwise it would surely have been a headache.

Let's do the Shou Bing well; Zheng Ren as usual went to receive the patient, sent him into the Operating Room, while Su Yun and the professor handled the preoperative preparations, and he went to change clothes.

Just as he reached the door of the Gengyishi, he heard someone calling him.

"Teacher Zheng, Teacher Zheng!"

Zheng Ren turned his head and saw it was Hu Yan Hui.

This girl carried a large black backpack, like a little horse, running and stumbling as she came over.

Although she was running, her speed actually wasn't fast, and she was somewhat pigeon-toed; Zheng Ren thought that if she had walked, she would have been a bit quicker.

Perhaps this was just her way of expressing her Inner Mind anxiety.

"Here I am." Zheng Ren said sternly, with a serious face: "Next time, be earlier."

Hu Yan Hui also knew she was late, and couldn't blame Zheng Ren for saying so. The subway being crowded, not being able to squeeze in—these are no excuses.

Her face was somewhat red, reddening to purple.

"Go change clothes, prepare to start the live broadcast." Zheng Ren turned and entered the Gengyishi, hearing Hu Yan Hui call from behind: "Teacher Zheng, have you eaten? I brought you breakfast."

"No, you eat it yourself." Zheng Ren smiled slightly, "Hurry up, we'll go live right away."

One can imagine how fast this girl will eat her meal.

But today she really was late; Zheng Ren had thought she was already in the Operating Room waiting to start the surgery live broadcast.

Zheng Ren himself hadn't noticed, but he occasionally would speak harshly to people.

For him, who had been a junior doctor in the General Surgery Department a year ago, this change was enormous.

After all, people now call him Boss. The meaning of Boss is that he has to manage the meals of several, even a dozen or more people.

Moreover, it's not just about having food to eat, but about eating well.

As for Su Yun, if he doesn't eat well, is that okay? As for Xiao Yi Ren, that's a matter of taste; he can eat however he likes.

Zheng Ren changed his clothes, entered the Operating Room. The door to his own Shujian in the hallway was open, and Zheng Ren went straight to the operating console.

Mu Tao appeared reliably in Zheng Ren's field of vision, his eye sockets a bit dark, looking somewhat fatigued.

"Lao Mu, didn't sleep well?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I studied the images all night; your few pictures really gave me great inspiration." Although Mu Tao looked fatigued, he had a manic excitement.

"Hmm, probably so." Zheng Ren said lightly, directly killing the conversation.

Mu Tao felt as if his body were suspended in midair, his heart feeling empty.

One shouldn't just follow his train of thought and ask, "How far have you gotten in your research?" What insights do you have? How could Zheng Lao Ban just…?

Mu Tao, helpless, could only pick up the patient's Nuclear Magnetic Resonance film and say: "Zheng Lao Ban, let me first share my opinion?"

"Good." Zheng Ren took the Google glasses from Hu Yan Hui's hand, made a slight adjustment, didn't rush to put them on, held them in his hand and entered the Operating Room with Mu Tao.

Mu Tao inserted the film into the viewer, pointed confidently at a certain spot on the film, and said: "This point."

"About right." Zheng Ren said.

"……" Mu Tao paused for a moment, wondering what "about right" meant.

Zheng Ren looked at the film for ten-odd seconds, once again confirmed the location of the Shou Bing puncture point, then put on the glasses and went to wash his hands.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what did you mean by 'about right' just now?" Mu Tao, although a little embarrassed, still asked.

"Hmm…… how should I put it?" Zheng Ren said while scrubbing his hands, organizing his words.

He had merely thrown out a casual remark earlier, his whole mind focused on the upcoming Shou Bing; who had time to attend to Mu Tao?

"Lao Mu, you need to find a node. In the anatomical diagram I drew for you, starting at a certain position, you can understand it and, through Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion, locate the puncture point." Zheng Ren's wording was rather awkward, but Mu Tao understood.

He nodded.

Zheng Ren wanted to truly master and understand the new TIPS Surgery, being able to perform it even without the partial anatomical diagram he had drawn.

Perhaps Su Yun could grasp it so quickly because both Zheng Ren and Su Yun are from a surgical background? Mu Tao's train of thought suddenly jumped to another channel.

"Lao Mu, do you ever feel like you're about to eat a meal every time you scrub up?" Zheng Ren placed his hand under the sensor faucet, rinsing away the foam.

Er...... this train of thought shifts faster than my own.

Mu Tao blankly shook his head.

"In the past, the faucet for scrubbing up in the Operating Room was operated by bumping it with the knee; I still like that kind. With a thud, water would come out." Zheng Ren laughed: "Simple and brutal."