Chapter 958: with translation of chapter title

"Do you keep thinking back to this saying?" Xiao Yi Ren raised her arm, patted Zheng Ren's head to encourage him.

The palm gently brushed over the cheek, and Zheng Ren, taking the opportunity, lightly kissed Xiao Yi Ren's hand.

"Ah!" Xiao Yi Ren felt as if she had been electrocuted, almost jumping up.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren then took Xiao Yi Ren's hand and said, "When poor, cultivate one's own virtue; when prosperous, benefit the world—I think that's quite right."

"My dad says the same thing. He said he doesn't hope I can do any earth-shattering great deeds, nor does he hope I enter the business world, inherit his mantle, and expand territories. As long as I can do something meaningful, that's enough." Xiao Yi Ren's face was still a bit red, but she pretended nothing was wrong, smiling and saying.

After getting off the elevator, Zheng Ren took Xiao Yi Ren's hand and entered the house.

"I came back early today; I'll video chat with Director Pan." Zheng Ren said.

"Yesterday I just finished a video call with Yue Jie; Director Pan was at home feeding his fish. His fish tank is huge—changing the water probably takes two hours. But the old director isn't good at keeping fish, so Yue Jie and I have been discussing going to his place next time to help him out."

Zheng Ren smiled.

Although he had left Hai Cheng, he still constantly worried about Director Pan. Video chatting every few days, he subconsciously felt that the Hai Cheng Director Pan was like his own father.

Director Pan was spirited, slightly thinner than before, probably from fatigue at the front line, and hadn't recovered his energy yet.

He nagged Zheng Ren repeatedly, reminding him to pay attention to surgical safety; Zheng Ren just smiled.

After chatting for a while, Director Pan needed to rest, so Zheng Ren hung up, hugged Xiao Yi Ren goodbye, and returned to his residence.

He sent a WeChat message to Feng Xu Hui.

【Is your health okay?】

Soon, Feng Xu Hui's reply arrived.

【Already settled near 912, see you tomorrow morning, Chief Zheng.】

Zheng Ren smiled.

Su Yun had always been in contact with Feng Xu Hui, whereas Zheng Ren, whenever he wanted to contact Feng Xu Hui, would hesitate and eventually give up.

These past few days, Su Yun said Feng Xu Hui had been discharged from the hospital and told Zheng Ren when he would come to 912.

Feng Xu Hui, this young guy really is quite the hard worker; I don't know how well he's recovering now.

Regarding the surgery live broadcast, when Su Yun first started it, she deliberately left a lot of room for Feng Xu Hui, rather than forgetting about him just because he wasn't there. Su Yun told me about this; that girl is tough-talking but soft-hearted.

Zheng Ren didn't wait for Su Yun to return, began washing up, then bade Xiao Yi Ren good night, and lay in bed to start thinking about tomorrow's TIPS surgery patient.

After confirming everything was correct again, he entered the System Space, selected to purchase surgical training time, and began performing a splenectomy for Ge Xie disease.

This time, the Big Pig Trotter didn't issue a task, and Zheng Ren felt a bit regretful. Although there was still plenty of surgical training time left, it's still good to save where you can.

……

Di Du, near the 912 Hospital, in a rented apartment.

Feng Xu Hui was also doing his own work.

When Chief Zheng wasn't around, he opened the surgery live broadcast and performed many similar surgeries. All the data, Feng Xu Hui gathered bit by bit through familiar connections.

He knows that most people now call Zheng Ren "Boss Zheng," but Feng Xu Hui still habitually calls him Chief Zheng.

Not for any other reason, just because it feels more intimate to call him that.

He has a little notebook recording the surgeries Zheng Ren can perform, and he has consulted salespeople from other companies doing similar business about the relevant supplies, keeping backups of each.

Feng Xu Hui's thoughts are becoming increasingly meticulous; he knows that the preparation work he does might never be used in a lifetime, but if Chief Zheng ever wants to perform a surgery and lacks suitable equipment, that would be terribly embarrassing.

Although it's said that Chief Zheng can perform liver repairs under local anesthesia even in the epicenter of Nanchuan Town during an earthquake, that's only done out of necessity; when conditions allow, nobody wants to do it that way.

Therefore, for every type of surgery Chief Zheng has performed, Feng Xu Hui has studied it and also filed away records of the rare, special supplies.

Tomorrow, Chief Zheng will do a surgery live broadcast; he has just checked all the supplies, and the hospital has various backups.

But he still assumed problems might arise, so he prepared enough supplies in the trolley case for emergencies.

After finishing everything, he then stretched lazily and prepared to rest.

He chuckled, thinking he really had a persecution complex—preparing everything so thoroughly, yet not knowing why.

He stood up, his left leg went weak, and his body tilted slightly to the left.

At the spot where his thigh was pierced, the muscle was torn, there was severe infection—being able to recover this well is already not bad. It's just that he's not yet used to it; occasionally he stumbles.

Then let him spend the rest of his life adapting, letting time smooth over the scars, whether physical or mental.

Feng Xu Hui feels content; compared to those who can never return, he considers himself fortunate.

Limping, he walked to the trolley case, checked it over, confirmed everything was fine, and placed the case by the door where shoes are changed.

He washed up and lay down on the bed.

Feng Xu Hui's leg feels a bit sore and itchy; to fully recover seems impossible in this lifetime. He still has some regret—being lame makes it hard to find a girlfriend.

But this regret isn't accompanied by complaint or self-pity; he smiled, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

……

The next day, Feng Xu Hui carried his trolley case to 912.

The rented apartment is very close to the hospital; Feng Xu Hui chose it to avoid morning rush‑hour traffic jams, or because finding a parking spot would waste time.

He considered all these matters very carefully, just as he did when he was in Hai Cheng.

912, Intervention Department—returning here, Feng Xu Hui felt as if he had experienced a very long dream.

The last time he came, he was still the business manager of the Changfeng Northeast Greater Region, responsible for developing that barren wilderness.

Fortunately, he met Chief Zheng, and his life underwent a tremendous change.

Limping, Feng Xu Hui never blamed that flying steel bar on Zheng Ren, because he knew that the moment he could drive straight to Rongcheng, he had already prepared himself for not coming back.

And Chief Zheng's appearance merely added a splash of brightness to his life, making it a bit more splendid.

After getting off the elevator, Feng Xu Hui dragged his trolley case with some effort, step by step to the Intervention Department.

Suddenly, a hand patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Manager Feng, long time no see."

This voice was very familiar, but its usual teasing, sarcastic tone had vanished, replaced by full warmth.

Feng Xu Hui turned around and was greeted with a warm embrace.

Su Yun patted Feng Xu Hui's back and laughed, "Being able to come back alive, what great luck!"

That's true, Feng Xu Hui gave a hehe laugh.

"Little Feng, welcome back." Zheng Ren walked over, reached out and grasped Feng Xu Hui's hand, shaking it lightly twice.

Feng Xu Hui felt something was off; usually Chief Zheng addressed him politely and courteously but with distance as Manager Feng.

This time, he called him Little Feng.

He quickly put on a smile, about to say something, but Zheng Ren stepped forward, pulling the rolling suitcase from his hand and laughing, "Are your injuries all healed?"

"Basically healed, just walk slowly." Feng Xu Hui looked apprehensive, wanting to take back the suitcase, but Zheng Ren refused.

"Just this once, for the matter of Pengxi Xiang, I haven't thanked you. I won't thank you—saying too much would be affected." Zheng Ren said while walking slowly toward the department, "You're still handling my side of the business, right?"

"Hmm, the company previously wanted to send someone else to liaise, but Director Ma thought I'd be back soon, fearing you wouldn't be used to it, so the position has remained vacant."

Zheng Ren nodded and walked toward the Intervention Department.

There were no overly warm words, nor any promises, but Feng Xu Hui could sense from the details that Chief Zheng's attitude toward him had changed somewhat.

But... it's been a long time since I saw Chief Zheng; his demeanor has changed greatly.

Feng Xu Hui hadn't seen Zheng Ren for about four months.

Since leaving Hai Cheng, from when Zheng Ren went on a mission until the earthquake relief ended, Feng Xu Hui kept missing him by a hair.

Usually seeing him every day, one wouldn't notice anything. But Feng Xu Hui, after not seeing Zheng Ren for so long, immediately sensed that Chief Zheng's bearing had become even more steady, like a great mountain—substantial and solid.

Feng Xu Hui even had an illusion that as long as he didn't do anything too outrageous or make a major mistake, the supplies under Chief Zheng's purview couldn't be taken by anyone.

Following behind Zheng Ren, hobbling as he went in, Feng Xu Hui thought of many things.