229 Good Night (3/5)

Chapter 229 Good night (35)

Zheng Ren and Su Yun left the inpatient department. The weather was getting colder and the wind was biting.

The two hurriedly walked back to the guest house without saying anything else, and went back to their rooms to prepare for sleep.

Zheng Ren returned to his room, took off his coat, and hung it up neatly.

The coat fits well, and the Shea people are very good at buying clothes.

Looking at several coats hanging in a row, Zheng Ren unconsciously smiled.

After looking at it for a while, it is estimated that Xie Yiren was already asleep at this time. Zheng Ren felt a little lost, and always felt that there was something he had not done.

I think it should be the daily exchange of good night with the Shey people these days, and I am used to it.

Taking off the sweater, Zheng Ren glanced sideways at the gauze, the incision was slightly itchy, and the stitches should be removed in three days.

When he came to the imperial capital, he went back with an injury, Zheng Ren shook his head.

Turning on the hot water, the white mist rose. Zheng Ren carefully placed his left shoulder outside the range of the shower.

In this way, half of the body cannot take a shower.

But that was the only way. Zheng Ren was used to a tired day, so he went home to take a hot shower and then went to bed to get a full sleep.

The hot water flows through the right half of the body, and the busy day is taken away by the water droplets, leaving a relaxed and comfortable place.

Zheng Ren felt a little regretful. If Xie Yi was here, it would be nice to have a few words.

Lying on the bed, there was a burst of exhaustion from all the limbs. Zheng Ren sighed and wanted to sleep.

He habitually turned on his mobile phone before going to bed, but saw Xie Yiren's WeChat avatar marked with a red dot.

Zheng Ren opened it, only to see a long chat record appearing in his field of vision.

After coming out of the Tang and Song restaurants, Zheng Ren left a message to Xie Yiren, saying that there was an emergency operation, and told her not to wait for her.

In the past few hours, the Shay people have said so much?

Zheng Ren felt a "squeak" in his heart.

Although he has never had a girlfriend, Zheng Ren has also heard a joke that if a man sends a WeChat to a woman, and the woman is busy with something and doesn't reply to WeChat, the woman will be very happy to find out later.

But if it was the other way around, the man would be dead.

I told Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren's brain was running quickly, and he repeatedly confirmed this. He didn't dare to read the content of the messages that Xie Yiren sent him, and his fingers kept pulling up the chat records.

After turning over dozens of records, Zheng Ren found the sentence that he told Xie Yiren that there was an emergency operation and that he was going to have an operation.

Although it was confirmed, Zheng Ren was still very uneasy in his heart.

He carefully read the first reply from the Xie Yi people.

[There is also an emergency room there? 】

Uh, yes, Xiao Yiren asked right, how could he do emergency surgery in the imperial capital? Zheng Ren smiled wryly.

Next look at the second article.

[Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zheng. smile~]

Mr. Zheng? Are you kidding me, or are you angry?

Zheng Ren was very uneasy in his heart, worrying about gains and losses, and he was not as decisive and astute as when he underwent surgery.

[Get off the stage and go back to bed early, will there be surgery tomorrow? 】

[Remember to eat early tomorrow morning and go to the stage with an empty stomach. What should I do if my blood sugar is low again? 】

[This side of the house is minus ten degrees, I think the imperial capital is about minus three degrees, and I will choose two thicker clothes tomorrow. 】

[When will you come back? There have been fewer operations these days, so it's very boring. 】

...

...

The embarrassing and embarrassing messages that Zheng Ren imagined did not appear, and Xiao Yiren just kept asking about everyday words.

Seeing the end, Zheng Ren let out a long breath.

so far so good.

[I came back, took a shower, and got ready to sleep. Tomorrow's 8:30 operation, four liver cancer interventional treatments. Good night. 】

Zheng Ren hesitated for a few minutes, wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, and finally left a satisfactory reply, without any mistakes, but there was no bright spot in the reply.

Putting down the phone, Zheng Ren felt a little sweet and itchy in his heart.

So good.

Exhausted and thrown into the clouds long ago, the smile on Zheng Ren's mouth became stronger and stronger unconsciously.

After charging the phone and turning off the bedside lamp, Zheng Ren was about to go to sleep when he heard a sound from the phone's WeChat prompt.

His hand copied the mobile phone like lightning, and his hand speed reached the peak level, which was comparable to the hand speed of Miao Xiaohua during emergency surgery.

No, it's a little faster than emergency surgery.

This is a speed that exceeds the limit of Zheng Ren's body.

【Fell asleep, good night, huh~~~】

Shay was in the back with a cute snoring expression.

The corner of Zheng Ren's mouth smiled even more.

[Good night, a good night's sleep, no need to go back. 】

Zheng Ren replied, and then turned off the phone.

Will she reply to herself or obediently not reply? Zheng Ren is then caught up in another mystery.

This mystery confuses Zheng Ren more than some kind of difficult rare disease. He didn't have any experience, and the big pig's hoof in the system wouldn't tell him what the Shay people were thinking.

I fell asleep in a daze, and my phone remained silent.

A sense of dawn.

Zheng Ren was woken up by Feng Xuhui's knock on the door.

Looking at the phone, it was already half past six in the morning.

Zheng Ren got up, put on his clothes, and opened the door to let Feng Xuhui in.

Today, Feng Xuhui brought a few drawers of Xiao Long Bao, "Mr. Zheng, I don't know what flavor you like. I bought a few more on purpose."

"You're very kind." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "If you have a stutter, you don't need to be so troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble." Feng Xuhui's smile was a little smoother than before, as if he had grown up overnight and realized something, "As long as you can eat well, Mr. Zheng, I will be satisfied."

Zheng Ren called Su Yun and told him to get up and come over for dinner.

Su Yun walked over sleepily, glanced at the things on the table, and asked, "Where's the bean juice?"

"..." Feng Xuhui was stunned for a moment. He thought that Zheng Ren and Su Yun were both from the Northeast and would not like bean juice, a food with a Beijing flavor in its soul.

"It's good to have food, but I'm still so picky." Zheng Ren picked up a drawer of buns for Su Yun and said, "Hurry up and eat, there are four operations today. By the way, the prostate surgery is scheduled and we will do it. Is it?"

"I already ordered it, and I told you, don't you know?" Su Yun was surprised, and did not bother Feng Xuhui, a small sales manager. He turned his head and started spraying Zheng Ren.

"..." Zheng Ren really doesn't remember when he told himself, did he have a fever that day and confused himself?

"It was originally planned to see the patient this afternoon. Who would have thought that you would do interventional treatment for liver cancer. I hope it will not delay the matter. If the situation allows, the patient will be transferred to the interventional department." Do.

"Oh." Zheng Ren was very helpless, why did he feel a little busier in the imperial capital than at home?

After the meal, Feng Xuhui neatly cleaned up the table, while Zheng Ren and Su Yun washed up.

At eight o'clock, the three went straight to the interventional operating room.