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, and without saying anything else, they went back to their rooms to get ready for bed.

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

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

Looking at several coats hanging in a row, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth.

After looking at it stupidly for a while, it is estimated that Shay has fallen asleep at this time, Zheng Ren feels a little lost, and always feels that there is something he hasn't done.

I think it's supposed to be a good night exchange with Shay people every day these days, and I'm used to it.

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

When he came to the imperial capital, he actually brought back his injuries, Zheng Ren shook his head.

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

In this way, half of the body is unable to take a shower.

But it can only be like this, Zheng Ren is used to being tired for a day, going home to take a hot shower, and then going to bed and sleeping full.

Hot water flows through the right half of the body, and the busyness of the day is taken away by the droplets, leaving a sense of relaxation and comfort.

Zheng Ren was a little regretful, if Shay was here, how good it would be to be able to chat a few words.

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

Before going to bed, I habitually opened my mobile phone, but I saw a small red dot on Shay's WeChat profile picture.

Zheng Ren clicked on it, only to see a long chat history appear in the field of vision.

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

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

Zheng Ren "chuckled" in his heart.

Although he has never had a girlfriend, Zheng Ren has also heard a joke that if a man sends a woman WeChat, the woman is busy with something and does not reply to WeChat, and the woman will be very happy when she finds out afterwards.

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

I told Shay, and Zheng Ren's brain was running quickly, repeatedly confirming this. He didn't dare to look at the content of the messages Shay sent to him, and his fingers kept pulling up the chat history.

Dozens of records were flipped through, and Zheng Ren found the sentence he told Shay that there was an emergency operation and he was going to go for surgery.

Although it was confirmed, Zheng Ren's heart was still very uneasy.

He carefully read Shayman's first reply.

[There's an emergency over there, too?]

Uh, yes, Xiao Yiren is right, how can he have emergency surgery in the imperial capital? Zheng Ren smiled bitterly.

Let's move on to the second one.

[Hard work, Mr. Zheng. Smiley~】

Is this a joke, or are you angry?

Zheng Ren was very apprehensive in his heart, suffering from gains and losses, and he did not have the decisiveness and agility that he had when he had surgery.

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

[Remember to eat early tomorrow morning, go on stage hungry, what if you have low blood sugar again?]

[This side of the house is minus 10 degrees, I see that the imperial capital is about minus 3 degrees, I will choose two thicker clothes tomorrow. 】

[When will you come back, there are fewer surgeries these days, and it's very boring. 】

……

……

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

Seeing the end, Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay.

[I came back, took a shower, and got ready for bed.] Tomorrow at half past eight o'clock, four liver cancer interventional treatments. Good night. 】

Zheng Ren hesitated for a few minutes, wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, and finally left a decent one, no mistakes at all, but there was no bright reply.

Putting down the phone, Zheng Ren's heart was a little sweet and itchy.

That's good.

Exhausted, he had long been thrown out of the clouds, and the smile on the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth became thicker and thicker unconsciously.

The mobile phone was charged, the bedside lamp was turned off, and Zheng Ren was just about to get ready to sleep when he heard the > of the mobile phone

His hand was like lightning and copied the phone, and his hand speed reached the peak level, comparable to the hand speed when he performed emergency surgery on Miao Xiaohua.

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

This is a speed that surpasses the limits of Jung In's body.

[Asleep, good night, whew~~~]

Shay Man was in the back, with a cute snoring emoji.

The smile on the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth was even stronger.

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

Zheng Ren replied, then turned off his phone.

Will she reply to herself or will she not reply obediently? Jung in then fell into a mystery.

This mystery is more confusing to Zheng Ren than a rare disease with high difficulty. He didn't have any experience, and the big pig's trotters in the system wouldn't tell him what was going on in Shay's heart.

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

Sleep until dawn.

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

When I looked at my 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 xiaolongbao, "Mr. Zheng, I don't know what flavor you like, I specially bought a few more." ”

"That's so polite. Zheng Ren smiled: "If you have a stutter, you don't have 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 Mr. Zheng can eat well, 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 they would not like bean juice, a food with a Beijing flavor in their souls.

"It's good to have food, and it's so picky. Zheng Ren picked up a drawer of buns for Su Yun and said, "Hurry up and eat, there are four surgeries today." By the way, are we going to have the prostate surgery done?"

"It's already booked, and I told you, don't you know?" Su Yun was surprised, and didn't embarrass Feng Xuhui, a small sales manager, and turned his head to start spraying Zheng Ren.

"......" Zheng Ren really doesn't remember when he told himself, could it be that he had a fever that day and burned himself into a daze?

"I was originally going to see a patient this afternoon, who thought you would do liver cancer interventional treatment. Hopefully, there will be no delays, and if the situation allows, the patient will be transferred to the interventional department. "Su Yun doesn't care, anyway, he doesn't have to do these jobs.

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

After eating, Feng Xuhui cleaned up the table with his hands and feet, and Zheng Ren and Su Yun washed.

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