Chapter 747

"I just came back, I haven't had time to change my clothes yet." Zheng Ren said vaguely.

But Song Ying instantly understood what he meant. Although he didn't show any more expressions or actions, he nodded lightly, and said with rare sincerity, "Thank you for your hard work."

"fine."

Su Yun was obediently queuing up, holding a mobile phone in his hand, flipping through something absent-mindedly.

After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Song Ying asked: "Mr. Zheng, have you been transferred to 912?"

"Um."

"After you saw my doctor, I heard Director Chu talk about it a few times. Every time I mentioned you, I was full of praise. I guessed that you would have to call 912 sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Song Ying smiled Said.

Facing the words on such an occasion, Zheng Ren was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.

Song Ying was also shrewd. He knew Zheng Ren's situation at a glance. He didn't wait for Zheng Ren's answer, and continued to ask, "Where do you live when you come to the imperial capital? If it's not convenient, I still have a spare house in my hand." , you take it to live in, the monthly rent is easy to talk about."

Zheng Ren smiled, knowing that Song Ying was talking about monthly rent, but he just didn't want to go too far. With his wealth, how can he care about rent?

"There is a place, just live next to it, it's very close, don't worry about it."

beside? Song Ying was taken aback.

"The Palme d'Or?"

"Uh-huh?"

In recent years, the housing prices in the imperial capital have dropped slightly, and the price of Palme d'Or has dropped from 120,000 per square meter to around 90,000.

Even so, it seems that it is not a place that a doctor who is new to the imperial capital can afford to live in.

However, the surprised expression only flashed on Song Ying's face, and he then smiled and said: "It happens that I live in Palme d'Or, please leave a contact information, I may have to trouble Mr. Zheng for some things in the future."

Zheng Ren didn't care, the relationship with Director Chu of the CT room was well known.

After exchanging phone calls and WeChat messages with Song Ying, and chatting a few more words, Su Yun came over with a skewer in one hand and a stick in the other.

"Boss, go home." Su Yun said.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren glanced at Song Ying, but said nothing.

"Let's go together, take a company." Song Ying smiled while eating roast sausage.

"Yo? Manager Song? Why do you still eat grilled sausage?" Su Yun asked while rolling the skewers.

"Boss Zheng made a timely diagnosis and performed a minor operation, and he recovered soon."

Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, curled his lips, did not speak, and concentrated on eating the sausage.

Although it was late at night, there were a lot of people on the road, which was the time when the nightlife was rich.

It's great to be back in the world of singing and dancing.

Hope that side can get better sooner. The sweet and wet evening wind and night light in Rongcheng is the paradise on earth.

With a smooth but not greasy businessman like Song Ying around, it's not embarrassing to have a casual chat.

Entering the community, Song Ying sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun downstairs, watched them walk into the unit door, stood there for a while, ate up the half-cold sausages, and then slowly left.

When Zheng Ren and Su Yun returned home, there was a set of newly bought and washed clothes on their respective beds.

[I'm back, you should sleep. I saw the clothes, I will wear them tomorrow morning. 】

Zheng Ren was in a daze, and hadn't forgotten to send Xie Yiren a WeChat message.

Putting his clothes aside, Zheng Ren took off his coat and collapsed on the bed.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, Xie Yiren didn't reply, so Zheng Ren fell into a deep sleep.

A week of non-stop surgery and taking a lot of energy potions made Zheng Ren's body extremely overdrawn.

That is to say, in the system space, the physical fitness has been strengthened, otherwise it is really impossible to survive.

Zheng Ren originally wanted to go to the system space to take a look, but before he could enter, he lost consciousness.

When I woke up, it was already bright.

Pick up the phone, it's already noon.

Zheng Ren smiled wryly, and said he was going upstairs to eat, and slept until this point.

Glancing at WeChat, Xie Yiren didn't reply, probably because he was afraid of disturbing his sleep.

【I woke up. smiling face~]

Zheng Ren sent a message to Xie Yiren.

[I'm at home, sister Yue has gone to work. Call me after you wash up, let's go out to have a bite of food, I just woke up not long ago. 】

Shay replied.

After driving all the way to find herself, and after nearly 20 hours of surgery, she was also exhausted.

It was rare for Zheng Ren to be lazy in bed for a few minutes, without recalling the past.

The past is gone, and it's time to think about the future of work.

Zheng Ren was always troubled by the lack of beds.

Unlike Haicheng No. 1 Hospital, in Haicheng, there are more than 20 beds in the emergency ward, which can be tossed by oneself.

But this is the imperial capital, where a large number of patients from all over the country gather here, and a bed is worth more than its weight in gold.

Director Kong was already benevolent and righteous to allocate a few hospital beds to him, and he was under pressure and coveting eyes.

There is definitely no potential to be tapped in this area. If you dig deep, you will definitely offend a certain professor, or even all the professors leading the group.

If you don't know the depth, you don't know what will happen if you come to this step.

Su Yun is right, Xiehe teacher Pan Jie does not have a ward, so why not work differently? Thousands of radiofrequency ablation a year, did not look down on others.

This should be the first step, let's find an opportunity to meet the directors of the various departments here.

Open up interpersonal relationships... Thinking of this, Zheng Ren felt embarrassed.

But you can't let Su Yun out to make trouble, can you?

Su Yun still has a very high status in the world for doctors at the general level of inpatients.

But against the directors of 912, Su Yun was much weaker. Especially now that I'm still a candidate for the Nobel Prize, if I don't show up, I'm afraid the directors will think I'm arrogant, and it will be even more difficult to communicate in the future.

People in Jianghu really can't help themselves.

Zheng Ren sighed, got up, and went to wash up.

Su Yun was sleeping soundly on that side, Zheng Ren didn't call him, took a hot shower, changed into new clothes, and then contacted Xie Yiren.

Xie Yiren didn't ask Zheng Ren to go upstairs, but directly made an appointment in the underground parking lot.

She didn't drive back, and Zheng Ren was also very curious, not knowing what car he was driving recently.

If another Volvo XC60 is created, Zheng Ren can only feel sorry for the Yiren's world, and he really doesn't understand.

At the parking lot, Zheng Ren received a call from Xie Yiren, telling him where the car was.

A pure black Aston Martin parked in the underground parking lot, quietly like a leopard that has found its prey, ready to jump up at any time.

Looking at the streamlined shape, Zheng Ren frowned.

He doesn't know what an Aston Martin is, and he doesn't know what kind of configuration and superior performance this car is.

Just looking at it has an expensive taste.

"Come up, what are you looking at?" Seeing Zheng Ren standing in front of the car in a daze, Xie Yiren stretched out his hand to greet him.

"I was thinking, this car can only accommodate two people, and when I go to work tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, should I sit in the trunk or Chang Yue will sit in the trunk."