Chapter 892: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren stepped down, tore off the sterile gown, removed his glasses, and handed them to Hu Yan Hui in the operating room.

Mu Tao was like a contemplator, staring blankly at the screen, saying nothing. Even when Zheng Ren walked out of the Operating Room, he didn't notice.

Zheng Ren nudged Mu Tao with his elbow and asked, "Lao Mu, what are you thinking about?"

"Don't move! I have a bit of inspiration, let me ponder." Mu Tao stared motionlessly at the still screen and said.

He was chasing that fleeting spark of inspiration in his mind, not daring to speak. Afraid that any interruption would make him forget the sudden insight.

Zheng Ren smiled; actually, because of Mu Tao's progress, Zheng Ren also had some insights.

What he wants to do now is not to improve the TIPS surgery, but to make the method for finding the puncture point before the TIPS surgery simpler.

If only he himself in the whole world could determine the puncture point, then the meaning would not be great.

Zheng Ren did not disturb Mu Tao, but instead gave Hu Yan Hui a few instructions, telling her not to be late next time, before going to change clothes.

"Boss, Director Kong has landed." Su Yun also came to the Gengyishi, waving her phone, on which all the friends' circle posts were pictures of the airport welcoming the hero's return.

Big red banners, flowers, praise, set off Director Kong and the other old directors, the young Inpatient Chiefs' weary faces, covered in dust.

According to Zheng Ren's understanding, the next thing should be a welcome ceremony. As for whether the symposium and commendation conference will be held today, the likelihood is probably low.

"There are some regrets." Su Yun said.

"You're not regretting because there were no flowers and applause when you came back, are you?"

"How tasteless." Su Yun said disdainfully, "I just thought we should take a photo together when we landed in Rongcheng."

Yes, this is also Zheng Ren's regret.

At that time it was too rushed, the ground like waves also made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, so much that everyone forgot that someone could never leave that hot land for a lifetime.

But in the situation at the time, after getting off the plane they received a mission and rushed straight to the Seismic Center, which is why the regret remained.

Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Let's go, go see the patients."

Evening going to Director Kong's house, have you decided what to eat?

"What to eat?" Zheng Ren blinked.

"Boss, you're not thinking of going empty-handed, are you?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren like he was an idiot, "We should go early to help out. As for you, you're responsible for keeping Director Kong company and chatting."

"..." Zheng Ren fell silent, then thought, Su Yun's words made sense.

What to eat?

Zheng Ren thought while changing clothes.

"You decide what to eat, I'll order." Finally, Zheng Ren made up his mind.

"Eight thousand for the Duo Bao?" Su Yun sneered.

"Yeah, Yi Ren said his ingredients are fresher." Zheng Ren said: "Director Kong returning with honors, eating something too ordinary wouldn't do. By the way, what alcohol does Director Kong like?"

"Old comrades basically have an irrational faith in Maotai. If you're bringing alcohol, bring Maotai. Two... three bottles."

"At Director Kong's house, just a little for show is enough. One bottle, you..."

"Gargle?" Su Yun gave Zheng Ren a sideways glance and said disdainfully.

"That's about enough. If Director Kong has just returned and you get him drunk, it wouldn't feel good. Let him rest a few days; later there will be plenty of days for drinking and chatting."

Saying that, Zheng Ren took out his phone and casually dialed a number.

"Director, you're not going to work, are you?"

"Hehe, I'm doing fine here. Rest well for a few days before going back to work, take care of your health."

"Okay, I got it. I'll find time to come back and see you."

After a few simple words, Zheng Ren hung up.

Su Yun knew that the word "Director" from Zheng Ren's mouth, without a surname, referred only to Director Pan.

"Director went back?"

"Yeah, he got home the day before yesterday. When I video-called him, I saw the Director looked a bit unwell. After all, he's old, and this much tossing about is hard to bear."

"Find time to go to Sheng Cheng for surgery, then go back and take a look."

"Flying Knife?"

"I guess the people looking for you for the Flying Knife are about to show up."

The two chatted a few sentences, changed clothes, and rushed straight to the Xiao Hua Nei Ke.

Director Luo wasn't there; surely he went to pick up Director Kong's group. He also said he wanted to come see the surgery, so we'll probably have to wait until next time.

On this side, three patients lay on the beds, not in pain, only puzzled.

Zheng Ren understood this expression best; the patients probably sought medical help everywhere, hit too many walls. Either they couldn't undergo TIPS surgery, or they felt their skills were insufficient and the TIPS surgery risk was too high.

But upon arriving at 912, it was resolved in just over ten minutes; anyone would feel it was like a dream.

Zheng Ren instructed the Inpatient Chiefs of the Xiao Hua Nei Ke on the postoperative monitoring items, agreed that after the emergency test results were reported they'd be sent to his phone, and then he left.

Although these were all routine, Zheng Ren still nagged about them once again.

Afterwards he went to the General Surgery Department, walked around a big circle, and then returned.

From now on, making rounds every day will be like the Long March; Zheng Ren has this expectation in his mind.

The Intervention Department was somewhat empty; aside from the on-duty Inpatient Chief, everyone had gone to meet Director Kong. As Zheng Ren was about to enter the office, a middle-aged man rushed out with an anxious face, pleading: "I really have no time, please, don't talk to me."

Upon meeting him face-to-face, Zheng Ren looked at the middle-aged man in surprise; behind him in the office stood Chang Yue.

Chang Yue was somewhat dazed, saying nothing.

Zheng Ren rarely... had never once seen Chang Yue with this expression. When communicating with patients' families, Chang Yue always had a calm demeanor; a few words could make him friends with the patients' families.

This skill of dealing with people, Zheng Ren feels inferior to.

But... what happened?

"Please go ahead and be busy, I really have no time on my end." The middle-aged man, fearing Chang Yue would detain him, lifted his phone, showing a verdant self-selected stock portfolio, "I've already lost a lot; I need to hurry and operate, please don't talk to me about saving Hundreds of Thousands of Yuan."

Saying that, the man broke into a little run and left the office.

Chang Yue stood in the office, feeling helpless and lonely.

"What's going on?" Su Yun raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Today we discharged the phase-two post-op patients and admitted new ones. No matter what I say to this patient's family, they're glued to their phones and won't listen to a word." Chang Yue shook her head, her face devoid of expression.

"A weak market rebound, only previously thought to be a rebound on the minute chart, but turned out more violent; I guess he thinks a bull market has come." Su Yun said: "The decline broke through the consolidation's midpoint; I don't know how much was lost. If the principal is still okay, but if leveraged with margin financing, this wave will likely wipe them out."

"Huh? You still get this?"

"Boss, you think my money is all earned from work? The few strings of money we make at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan aren't even enough to watch a movie."