Chapter 937 Welcome Back

"Do you always think of this sentence?" Xiao Yiren raised his arm and touched Zheng Ren's head as a sign of encouragement.

Gently brushing his palm across his cheek, Zheng Ren took advantage of the situation and gently kissed Xiao Yiren's hand.

"Ah!" Xiao Yiren almost jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.

"Yes." Zheng Ren then took Xiao Yiren's hand and said, "If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. I think it is very right."

"My dad said the same thing. He said that he doesn't want me to do earth-shattering things, and he doesn't want me to enter the business world, inherit the mantle, and 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 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, so I'll have a video call with Director Pan," Zheng Ren said.

"Sister Yue and I just made a video call yesterday. Director Pan is feeding the fish at home. His fish tank is huge, and it takes about two hours to change the water. But the old director is not good at raising fish. Sister Yue and I discussed it. Next time I go to his house and help him fix it."

Zheng Ren smiled.

Although he left Haicheng, he still misses Director Pan. Once every three to five days, he subconsciously felt that Director Pan of Haicheng was like his father.

Director Pan is hale and hearty, slightly thinner than before, probably because he was tired from the front line and hasn't recovered yet.

He told Zheng Ren verbosely that he must pay attention to the safety of the operation, Zheng Ren just laughed.

After chatting for a while, Director Pan was going to rest, so Zheng Ren turned off his cell phone, hugged and bid farewell to Xiao Yiren, and returned to his residence.

He sent Feng Xuhui a WeChat message.

【Your body is fine. 】

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, and 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 when he would come to 912.

Feng Xuhui, this young man is really desperate, and I don't know if he is recovering well now.

When Su Yun first started to do the live broadcast of the surgery, Feng Xuhui was left with a lot of space, instead of just forgetting it because he was not around. Su Yun told himself about this, Su Yun is also hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Zheng Ren didn't wait for Su Yun to come back, he started to wash up, and then greeted Xiao Yiren good night, then lay on the bed and began to think about the patient who had TIPS operation tomorrow.

After reconfirming that it is correct, enter the system space, click to buy surgery training time, and start the splenectomy for Gaucher's disease.

Zheng Ren felt a little regretful that Big Pig's Trotter didn't 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.

When Mr. Zheng was away, he broadcast live surgery and performed many similar surgeries. Feng Xuhui collected all the information bit by bit through his acquaintance.

He knew that most people now called Zheng Ren Boss Zheng, but Feng Xuhui still used to call him Boss Zheng.

Not for anything else, just because I feel that it is called that, which is very kind.

He has a small book, which records the operations that Zheng Ren can perform, and consults with other companies that also do business for sales, related consumables, and keeps everything as a backup.

Feng Xuhui's thoughts became more and more delicate. He knew that the preparatory work he had done might not be needed in his lifetime, but once Mr. Zheng wanted to have an operation and didn't have the right equipment, it would be such an embarrassing thing.

Although it is said that Mr. Zheng can do liver repair under local anesthesia in Nanchuan Town, the epicenter, but 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 operation that Mr. Zheng has performed, and recorded all the rare special consumables.

Tomorrow, Mr. Zheng will have a live broadcast of surgery. He has just checked all kinds of consumables, and the hospital has all kinds of spares.

However, he still assumed that there was a problem and prepared enough consumables in the trolley case for emergencies.

After doing everything, he stretched himself, ready to rest.

He smiled, he really has persecution paranoia, everything is so well prepared, and he doesn't know why.

Standing up, the left leg softened, and the body leaned slightly to the left.

The position where the thigh penetrates, the muscle is broken, and the infection is severe. It is not bad to be able to recover like this. It's just that I'm not used to it yet, and I stagger occasionally.

Then use the rest of your life to adapt, let time heal the wounds, whether it is physically or mentally.

Feng Xuhui is very contented, compared to those who can never come back, he is considered lucky.

He limped to the trolley case, checked it once, and after confirming that it was correct, he put the trolley case at the door where he changed shoes.

Take a shower and lie down on the bed.

Feng Xuhui's legs were a little sore and itchy. If he wanted to recover completely, it would probably be impossible in his life. He still has some regrets, he's limping, but it's hard to find a girlfriend.

But this kind of regret did not complain or feel sorry for himself. He smiled, turned off the lights and fell asleep.

...

The next day, Feng Xuhui came to 912 with a trolley case.

The rental house is very close to the hospital. Feng Xuhui did it to avoid traffic jams in the morning rush hour, or to waste time looking for a parking space.

He considered all these matters very carefully, just like when he was in Haicheng.

912, intervention department, came here again, Feng Xuhui felt like he had a long, long dream.

When I came last time, I was still the business manager of Changfeng Northeast Region, responsible for the development of that barren wilderness.

Fortunately, I met Mr. Zheng, and my life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The limping Feng Xuhui never blamed Zheng Ren for the flying steel bar, because he knew that the moment he was able to drive straight to Rongcheng, he was ready to never return.

The appearance of Mr. Zheng just added a touch of color to his life and made it more splendid.

After getting off the elevator, Feng Xuhui dragged the trolley case with some difficulty, and walked to the intervention department step by step.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on the shoulder from behind.

"Manager Feng, long time no see."

The voice was very familiar, but the usual playful and snarky tone 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 hands, and said with a smile, "It's a fate to be able to come back alive!"

This is true, Feng Xuhui chuckled.

"Xiao Feng, welcome back." Zheng Ren then walked over, stretched out his hand to hold Feng Xuhui's hand, and shook it lightly twice.

Feng Xuhui felt that something was wrong. Usually, Mr. Zheng always called himself Manager Feng in a polite, polite but distant way.

And this time, call myself Xiaofeng.

He quickly smiled, and just as he was about to say something, Zheng Ren took a step ahead, pulled the trolley case from his hand, and said with a smile, "Is the injury all healed?"

"It's almost ready, just walk slowly." Feng Xuhui looked terrified, and wanted to take back the trolley case, but Zheng Ren refused.

"Just this time, I haven't thanked you for the matter in Pengxi Township. I won't thank you, it's too hypocritical." Zheng Ren said as he walked slowly towards the department, "You should be in charge of my business."

"Well, the company wanted to send someone else to contact me before, but Mr. Ma thought I would be back soon. I was afraid that you might not get used to it, so I just kept empty."

Zheng Ren nodded and walked towards the intervention department.

There were no too enthusiastic words, nor any promises, but Feng Xuhui could feel a slight change in Mr. Zheng's attitude towards him from the details.

It's just... It's been a long time since I saw Mr. Zheng, his temperament has changed a lot.

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

Ever since Zheng Ren left Haicheng to carry out his mission, until the end of the earthquake relief work, Feng Xuhui often brushed shoulders with Zheng Ren.

I usually watch it every day, but I can't feel anything. But Feng Xuhui didn't see Zheng Ren for too long, and he immediately noticed that Mr. Zheng's temperament became more and more stable, like a mountain, thick and solid.

Feng Xuhui even had an "illusion" that as long as he was good at things that were too out of line and made too many mistakes, no one could take away Mr. Zheng's consumables.

Following Zheng Ren and limping in, Feng Xuhui thought about many things.