Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the inpatient department. The weather was getting colder and the wind was biting.
The two of them hurried back to the guest house without saying anything else, and went back to their rooms to get ready for bed.
Zheng Ren returned to his room, took off his coat, and hung up the boards neatly.
The coat fits him well, and Shay people are good at buying clothes.
Seeing several coats hanging in a row, Zheng Ren unconsciously smiled.
After looking at it for a while, Xie Yiren was probably asleep by then. Zheng Ren felt a little lost and always felt that there was something left unfinished.
I guess I must be used to saying good night to each other every day these days.
Taking off his sweater, Zheng Ren turned his head and glanced at the gauze. He saw that the incision was slightly itchy and the stitches should be removed in three days.
When he came to the imperial capital, he came back injured. Zheng Ren shook his head.
Turning on the hot water, white mist rose, and Zheng Ren carefully placed his left shoulder outside the shower head.
In this way, half of the body cannot take a shower.
But that's all. Zheng Ren is used to going home, taking a hot shower, and then going to bed for a full night's sleep after a tiring day.
Hot water flows through the right half of the body, and the busy day is taken away by the water droplets, leaving behind relaxation and comfort.
Zheng Ren was a little regretful. It would be great if Xie Yi was here and could have a few words.
Lying on the bed, waves of fatigue came through my limbs. Zheng Ren took a deep breath and wanted to sleep.
Before going to bed, I habitually turned on my phone and saw a small red dot on Xie Yiren's WeChat profile picture.
Zheng Ren clicked on it and only saw a long chat record appearing in his field of vision.
After coming out of Tang and Song Restaurant, Zheng Ren left a message to Xie Yiren, saying that there was an emergency operation and asking her not to wait for him.
In the past few hours, the Xie people actually said so much
Zheng Ren felt a thump in his heart.
Although he has never had a girlfriend, Zheng Ren also heard a joke told by someone. If a man sends a WeChat message to a woman, and the woman is busy with something and does not reply to the WeChat message, the woman will be very happy when she finds out afterwards.
But if it were the other way around, this man would be dead.
Having told Xie Yiren himself, Zheng Ren's mind raced rapidly, confirming this point over and over again. He didn't dare to read the message Xie Yi sent to him at all, and kept pulling up the chat history with his fingers.
After flipping through dozens of records, Zheng Ren found the sentence where he told Xie Yiren that there was an emergency operation and he was going to have the operation.
Although it was confirmed, Zheng Ren still felt uneasy.
He carefully read Xie Yiren's first reply.
Is there an emergency room there
Er, yes, Xiao Yiren is right to ask, why can she do emergency surgery in the imperial capital? Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.
Next, look at the second item.
Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zheng. Smiley face~
Mr. Zheng? Are you kidding, or are you angry
Zheng Ren felt very uneasy, worried about gains and losses, and was not as decisive and astute as he was during the operation.
Get off the stage and go back to bed early. Is there any surgery tomorrow
Remember to eat early tomorrow morning and go on stage hungry. What if you have low blood sugar again
It's minus ten degrees here at home, and I think it's about minus three in the imperial capital. I'll go pick out two thicker clothes tomorrow.
When will you come back? There have been very few surgeries these days, which is very boring.
…
…
The embarrassing and embarrassing messages that Zheng Ren imagined did not appear. Xiao Yiren just kept asking some daily questions.
At the end, Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.
so far so good.
I came back, took a shower, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow's surgery at 8:30, four interventional treatments for liver cancer. Good night.
Zheng Ren hesitated for a few minutes, wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote again, and finally left a satisfactory reply with no mistakes at all, but no highlights at all.
Putting down the phone, Zheng Ren felt a little sweet and itchy in his heart.
This is great.
He was exhausted and had long been thrown out of the sky. The smile at the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth became stronger and stronger unknowingly.
After charging his phone and turning off the bedside lamp, Zheng Ren was just about to get ready for bed when he heard a WeChat notification sound on his phone.
His hand picked up the phone like lightning, and his hand speed reached its peak level, comparable to the speed he used when performing emergency surgery on Miao Xiaohua.
No, it's just a tiny bit faster than emergency surgery.
This is a speed that exceeds Zheng Ren's physical limit.
Falling asleep, good night, hoo~~~
Shay was behind, making a cute snoring expression.
Zheng Ren's smile grew wider.
Good night, have a good night's sleep, there's no need to reply.
Zheng Ren replied, then turned off the phone.
Will she reply to herself or will she be obedient and not reply? Zheng Ren then fell into another mystery.
This mystery puzzled Zheng Ren more than some difficult and rare disease. He didn't have any experience, and the big pig's hooves in the system wouldn't tell him what Xie Yi was thinking.
I drifted off to sleep, my phone remaining silent.
Sleep until dawn.
Zheng Ren was woken up by Feng Xuhui's knock on the door.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was already half past six in the morning.
Zheng Ren got up, put on his clothes, opened the door and let Feng Xuhui in.
Today, Feng Xuhui brought several drawers of xiaolongbao, "Mr. Zheng, I don't know what flavor you like, so I bought a few more."
"You're too polite." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "As long as you stutter, there's no need to go to such trouble."
"No trouble, no trouble." Feng Xuhui's smile was smoother than before, as if he had grown up overnight and realized something, "As long as Mr. Zheng can eat well, I will be satisfied."
Zheng Ren called Su Yun and asked him to get up and come over for dinner.
Su Yun walked over with sleepy eyes, glanced at the things on the table, and asked, "Where is Douzhier?"
"..." Feng Xuhui was startled for a moment. He thought that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were both from the Northeast and would not like food like Douzhier, which has Beijing flavor in its soul.
"It's good if you have something to eat. You're so picky." Zheng Ren picked up a drawer of steamed buns for Su Yun and said, "Hurry up and eat. There are four surgeries today. By the way, we've booked the prostate surgery. What?"
"It has been booked a long time ago and I told you, didn't you know?" Su Yun was surprised, and did not bother to embarrass Feng Xuhui, a small sales manager, and turned around to start slandering Zheng Ren.
"..." Zheng Ren really couldn't remember when he told himself. Could it be that he had a fever that day and made himself confused
"I was planning to see the patient this afternoon, but I never thought you would undergo interventional treatment for liver cancer. I hope it won't delay things. If circumstances permit, the patient will be transferred to the interventional department." Su Yun didn't care, since he didn't need to do these tasks anyway. Do.
"Oh." Zheng Ren was helpless. Why did he feel busier in the imperial capital than at home
After eating, Feng Xuhui cleared the table quickly, and Zheng Ren and Su Yun washed up.
At eight o'clock, the three of them went straight to the interventional operating room.
-- Pull up to load the next chapter -->