Chapter 909: with translation of chapter title

890 A boring life, completely meaningless.

The next morning, Zheng Ren was awakened by his phone alarm.

After sleeping a few hours, he was still somewhat tired, but as an inpatient chief who had just come out of the emergency department, this rest was sufficient.

He ate breakfast and rushed to the hospital.

Today is the first day Director Kong returns to work; no matter how tired, he still has to go.

Zheng Ren arrived at the hospital early, first making rounds in General Surgery and Gastroenterology, checking yesterday's postoperative patients and this morning's urgent lab results.

By the time he returned, it was nearly the morning shift change.

Just entering the Intervention Department, Zheng Ren heard a commotion. Could it be a medical disturbance? Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

No way, there are no critical patients in the department. Moreover, as Zheng Ren walked by, patients in other wards merely glanced casually; there was no misdiagnosis.

Although Zhao Wenhua harbored a vague hostility toward Zheng Ren, this guy's skill was still high.

There shouldn't be any problem, Zheng Ren thought, slightly puzzled. But in a hospital, whether there's a disturbance or not has little to do with the quality of treatment.

He came to the office and saw a white-bearded old man pointing at Director Kong's nose and scolding. Director Kong wore a gentle smile, not only not getting angry but continually urging the old man to sit down and speak.

It seemed Director Kong was afraid of making the old man angry enough to fall ill.

But his smile contained a lot of perfunctoriness.

Just as Zheng Ren was about to go inside, Su Yun walked out directly, her shoulder bumping his chest, and she whispered, "Go."

"..." Zheng Ren was stunned.

I don't know that old man; could he have come to cause trouble for me?

Impossible.

Nevertheless, facing this situation, Zheng Ren didn't foolishly grab Su Yun at the scene to ask for clarification.

The two walked out quickly, Zheng Ren following behind Su Yun, feeling sneaky. He thought back all the way but couldn't recall which patient he had provoked.

He had just performed a few TIPS surgeries; the earlier patients had been discharged. The one from yesterday, he had just finished reviewing, and the family members who understood almost praised him to the skies; those who didn't understand couldn't praise appropriately, but they all wore smiles.

Strange.

However, looking at Su Yun's expression and the path they took, Zheng Ren felt a moment of daze.

They weren't going out the front door but the back door.

Out the back door was a row of poplar trees. In mid-spring, they had just sprouted tender buds. The weather was fine today, the sky a deep blue, with hardly any wind.

After exiting the back door, Su Yun stopped, turned, and asked solemnly, "Boss, you're in big trouble."

"..." Zheng Ren repeatedly recalled, wondering what major issue he had recently.

He stared at Su Yun in astonishment, not afraid, just curious.

Seeing Zheng Ren's expression unchanged, Su Yun found it boring and said, "What an uninteresting person."

"What should we do then? Should your face turn pale from being scared?"

"Nor should it be so bland." Su Yun laughed, "Guess who that old man is."

"It probably isn't a patient's family member; I can see Director Kong's expression is off." Zheng Ren said.

"Cui Lao, do you know this name?" Su Yun asked.

"Um... is he the leader of the Emergency and Critical Care Discipline? The academician from the Engineering Academy?" Zheng Ren recalled that when he was in Hai Cheng, Director Pan had once given him an invitation letter with the words "National Emergency and Critical Care Popularization Hai Cheng Station" on it.

At that time, Director Pan said it was a touring lecture organized by the national academic leader Cui Lao, inviting him to participate.

Because he had accepted Professor Pei's invitation to come to Di Du to participate in prostate interventional embolization research, this matter had been delayed. (See Chapter 103)

"Is that old man Cui Lao?" Zheng Ren was surprised in two ways.

First, surprised that Cui Lao would come and scold Director Kong by pointing at his nose; second, why Su Yun would sneakily bring him away.

"Boss, you're in high demand, you know? Cui Lao is here to take you." Su Yun, also helpless, took off her white coat, threw it onto the stone steps, produced a 95 Supreme, and handed Zheng Ren one.

Upon hearing that, Zheng Ren immediately understood what had happened. Yet it seemed utterly illogical; he furrowed his brows, lit the 95, and took a puff.

"I don't like this flavor; Yunyan is easier to smoke." Zheng Ren said.

"This is the connotation of luxury; you wouldn't understand. In a while you'll start smoking Cuban cigars, otherwise when you go abroad for academic lectures and still smoke Zi Yun, you'll lose face." Su Yun said.

"Why did Cui Lao come looking for me?"

"It's not anything else; it's the trouble you caused yourself!" Su Yun said with a smug smile, "Do you remember that child with Fabry disease?"

Zheng Ren certainly remembered; although he didn't recall what the child looked like, he was named Wang Dong, the vascular keratoma on his ears, the worm-like corneal opacity in his eyes, and the note he himself had written—all clearly remembered.

"The child's test results came back the day before yesterday, confirming Fabry disease." Su Yun said, "Thus Cui Lao set his sights on you. Coincidentally, Director Kong returned yesterday, so he came to the door."

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

"Just seeing a patient, could it cause such big trouble? But what does Cui Lao mean?"

Su Yun, like a worm in Zheng Ren's gut, guessed what he was thinking, puffed smoke, and said, "Cui Lao said, keeping your diagnostic level in the Intervention Department is simply a waste of heaven's gifts."

Zheng Ren laughed heartily, really not knowing what to say.

"If possible, I never want to return to the Emergency Department for the rest of my life." This was Zheng Ren's genuine thought; now it's great—doing a few outpatient surgeries each day, even phone calls won't raise his heart rate above 120 beats per minute.

However, Zheng Ren understood Cui Lao's idea; the Emergency Department is short-staffed. Not only is the 912 Emergency Department lacking personnel, but all hospitals' emergency departments nationwide are short. We can't really lower the threshold and fill the ranks with incapable people, can we?

If that were truly the case, it would be a tragedy.

But I also have things to do, like the Nobel Prize project—a huge undertaking. Zheng Ren found an excuse for himself and firmly refused to go to the Emergency Department.

"I think Director Kong also means he definitely won't let you go." Su Yun said, "Just pull you out. Even if today there's nothing, want to play pool?"

"No."

"How about arcade games?"

"Never played."

"Bowling, that should work."

Never touched.

Boss, you say your life is just a fucking tragedy! Su Yun sighed and said, "What the hell do you even play?"

Zheng Ren was stunned by Su Yun's question.

What do I even play? Before, I was just struggling to survive every day—who had time to play? As for now, the Nobel Prize's 3000 Shou Bing procedures are placed over there; tomorrow there are still 5-6 Surgery live broadcasts; the System Space still has unfinished tasks; I still have no time to play.

This……

A boring life, completely meaningless. Su Yun said: "And you don't even drink, Boss—go to China Jar and just jump off. Anyway, your life has already been lived by you into a complete tragedy; except for the Nobel Prize, it's completely meaningless."