"Do you always think of this sentence?" Xiao Yiren raised her arm and touched Zheng Ren's head to show encouragement.
Zheng Ren gently stroked his cheek with his palm, and kissed the little girl's hand gently.
"Yeah!" Xiao Yi almost jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.
"Yes." Zheng Ren then held Xiao Yiren's hand and said, "If you are poor, you can be good for yourself. If you are rich, you can help the world. I think it is right."
"My father said the same thing. He said he didn't want me to do anything earth-shattering, nor did he want me to enter the business world, inherit the mantle, or expand the territory. As long as I can do something meaningful, that's enough." Xiao Yiren's face was still a little red, but she pretended that nothing happened and said with a smile.
After getting off the elevator, Zheng Ren took Xiao Yiren's hand and entered the room.
"I came back early today. I will have a video chat with Director Pan." Zheng Ren said.
"Sister Yue and I just had a video chat yesterday. Director Pan was feeding the fish at home. His fish tank is quite big, and it takes about two hours to change the water. But the old director is not good at raising fish, so Sister Yue and I also discussed it. Next time I go to his house and help him do it."
Zheng Ren smiled.
Although he left Haicheng, he still worried about old Director Pan. Video chatting once every three to five days, he subconsciously felt that Haicheng old Director Pan was like his father.
Old Director Pan was in good spirits and a little thinner than before. He was probably tired from being on the front line and had not yet regained his composure.
He warned Zheng Ren in a rude manner to pay attention to the safety of the operation, but Zheng Ren just laughed.
After chatting for a while, Director Pan wanted to take a rest, so Zheng Ren turned off his phone, hugged Xiao Yiren goodbye, and returned to his residence.
He sent a WeChat message to Feng Xuhui.
There's nothing wrong with your health.
Soon, Feng Xuhui's reply arrived.
Already checked in near 912, see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Zheng.
Zheng Ren smiled.
Su Yun has always been in contact with Feng Xuhui, but every time Zheng Ren wanted to contact Feng Xuhui, he always hesitated and finally gave up.
In the past few days, Su Yun said that Feng Xuhui had been discharged from the hospital and told Zheng Ren the time when he would come to 912.
Feng Xuhui, this young man is really desperate. I don’t know if he is recovering well now.
When Su Yun first started to live broadcast the surgery, he gave Feng Xuhui a lot of space, instead of forgetting it just because he was away. Su Yun told himself about this, Su Yun was also hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
Zheng Ren didn't wait for Su Yun to come back and started to wash up. Then he said good night to Xiao Yiren and then lay on the bed and started thinking about the patients who would undergo tip surgery tomorrow.
After confirming again that it is correct, enter the system space, click to purchase surgical training time, and start splenectomy surgery for Gaucher's disease.
Zheng Ren felt a little regretful that Big Pig Hotter did not issue a mission this time. Although there is still a lot of time for surgical training, it is better to save as much as possible.
…
Imperial Capital, near the 912 Hospital, in a rented house.
Feng Xuhui is also doing his own work.
Mr. Zheng started a live broadcast of surgeries while he was away, and performed many similar surgeries. Feng Xuhui collected all the information bit by bit through familiar relationships.
He knew that most people now call Zheng Ren Boss Zheng, but Feng Xuhui still calls him Mr. Zheng out of habit.
It’s not for anything else, I just feel that calling it that is very kind.
He kept a small notebook in which he recorded the surgeries that Zheng Ren could perform. He also consulted the sales of other companies that also did business and kept a spare copy of all related consumables.
Feng Xuhui's thoughts are becoming more and more delicate. He knows that the preparation work he has done may not be used in his lifetime, but once Mr. Zheng wants to perform surgery and does not have the appropriate equipment, it will be so embarrassing.
Although it was said that Mr. Zheng could perform liver repair under local anesthesia in Nanchuan Town, the epicenter of the earthquake, he was forced to do so. No one wants to do this when conditions permit.
Therefore, Feng Xuhui has done research on every type of surgery that Mr. Zheng has performed, and has recorded all the rare special consumables.
Tomorrow, Mr. Zheng will have a live broadcast of the surgery. He has just checked the various consumables and the hospital has all kinds of spare ones.
However, he still assumed that there was a problem and prepared enough supplies in the trolley case in case of emergency.
After doing everything, he stretched himself and prepared to rest.
He smiled. He really had delusions of being persecuted. He was so prepared for everything, but he didn't know why.
Standing up, his left leg softened and his body tilted slightly to the left.
The muscle that penetrated the thigh was broken and severely infected. It is considered good to be able to recover like this. It's just that I'm not used to it now, so I stumble occasionally.
Then spend the rest of your life getting used to it, and the scars will soon be smoothed away, both physically and mentally.
Feng Xuhui is very content. Compared with those who can never come back, he is lucky.
He limped to the trolley case and checked it. After confirming that it was correct, he put the trolley case at the door where he could change his shoes.
Wash yourself and lie down on the bed.
Feng Xuhui's legs were a little itchy, and it would be impossible for him to fully recover in his lifetime. He was still a little regretful that he was limping, but it was difficult to find a girlfriend.
However, this regret did not involve complaints or self-pity. He smiled, turned off the light and went to sleep.
…
The next day, Feng Xuhui came to 912 carrying a trolley case.
The rental house is very close to the hospital. Feng Xuhui wanted to avoid traffic jams during the morning rush hour or waste time looking for a parking space.
He considered these things very carefully, just like when he was in Haicheng.
912, interventional department, came here again, Feng Xuhui felt like he had had a long, long dream.
The last time I came here, I was the business manager of Changfeng Northeast Region, responsible for the development of that barren wilderness.
Fortunately, I met Mr. Zheng, and my life changed drastically.
The limping Feng Xuhui never attributed the flying steel bar to Zheng Ren, because he knew that the moment he could drive straight to Chengdu, he was prepared not to come back.
The appearance of Mr. Zheng only added a touch of brightness to his life and made it more splendid.
After getting off the elevator, Feng Xuhui dragged his trolley case with some difficulty and walked step by step to the interventional department.
Suddenly a hand patted his shoulder from behind.
"Manager Feng, long time no see."
The voice was very familiar, but the teasing and sarcastic tone it had always had had disappeared, and it was full of kindness.
Feng Xuhui turned around and received a warm hug.
Su Yun patted Feng Xuhui's back with his hand and said with a smile: "You are lucky if you can come back alive!"
This is true, Feng Xuhui chuckled.
"Xiao Feng, welcome back." Zheng Ren then came over, stretched out his hand to hold Feng Xuhui's hand, and shook it gently twice.
Feng Xuhui felt something was wrong. Usually, Mr. Zheng would call himself Manager Feng in a polite but distant manner.
And this time, call yourself Xiao Feng.
He quickly smiled and was about to say something when Zheng Ren took the first step and took the trolley box from his hand and said with a smile: "Are your injuries healed?"
"It's basically fine, just walk slower." Feng Xuhui looked panicked and wanted to take back the trolley case, but Zheng Ren refused.
"Just this time, I haven't said thank you for the Pengxi Township matter. If you don't thank me, it's too pretentious." Zheng Ren said, while slowly walking towards the department, "You should be in charge of my business."
"Well, the company wanted to send someone else to contact me before, but Director Ma felt that I would be back soon. I was afraid that you wouldn't be used to it, so I just kept it empty."
Zheng Ren nodded and walked to the interventional department.
There were no overly enthusiastic words or any promises, but Feng Xuhui could feel from the details that Mr. Zheng's attitude towards him had changed slightly.
It's just... I haven't seen Mr. Zheng for a long time. His temperament has changed so much.
Feng Xuhui hasn't seen Zheng Ren for about four months.
Ever since he left Haicheng and Zheng Ren went on a mission until the end of the earthquake relief work, Feng Xuhui had always passed by Zheng Ren.
I usually look at it every day and can't notice anything. But Feng Xuhui hadn't seen Zheng Ren for too long, and he immediately noticed that Mr. Zheng's temperament was becoming more and more calm, as if he were a mountain, thick and solid.
Feng Xuhui even had an "illusion" that as long as he did something right or made too many mistakes, no one could take away Mr. Zheng's consumables.
Following Zheng Ren and limping in, Feng Xuhui had many things on his mind.