The Surgeon’s Studio

“I saw an invitation letter for scientific research when he was retrieving his medical license.”

“Wow, I’ll be sure to get his contact information when I see him next time.”

“You just want the contact information of the assistant beside Doctor Zheng, right?”

The flight attendants chatted happily.

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…

Zheng Ren disembarked and bid goodbye to Xia Hua after they exchanged contact information.

Su Yun trailed behind Zheng Ren silently.
When there were only two of them, he said calmly, “You’re bold.”

“How so?”

“You diagnosed a type I aortic dissection from a glance at the patient?” asked Su Yun, raising his head with a visible gleam in his eyes.

The fickle-minded System had given the diagnosis, but Zheng Ren casually made up a response anyway.
“Yes, the symptoms and his pulse gave it away.”

Cui Heming’s medical history and symptoms were consistent with the disease as well.

The types—I, II or III—merely signified the severity of the disease.
In any case, it was safer to perform emergency surgery in Imperial Capital than to return to Sea City.

Su Yun did not argue with Zheng Ren like a contrarian.

The man’s confidence brought him to a halt before he silently followed after Zheng Ren.

It was amazing.
However, a general surgeon would brag about their skills in the operating theater, right? Why did he even develop this “feeling” outside the operating theater?

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…

Feng Xuhui was holding up a large sign, waiting for Zheng Ren and Su Yun at the arrival hall.

Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery had placed a high value on this scientific research, and Manager Feng had also been lucky enough to meet Zheng Ren on his first sales pitch.

Thus, he had meticulously prepared Zheng Ren’s accommodation in Imperial Capital and arrived at the airport an hour early to welcome him.

When he saw Zheng Ren walking out of the arrival gate from afar, he shook the sign in his hand, trying to get Zheng Ren’s attention.

However… The truth was always unexpected.

Zheng Ren went directly from the arrival gate into the crowd without a look at the waving sign.

Meanwhile, his extraordinarily beautiful assistant followed him with a lowered head as if contemplating life.

Feng Xuhui was left speechless.

What just happened? Why was Chief Zheng ignoring him?

Oh yeah! He must have thought that no one would welcome his arrival as he was merely a junior doctor.

“Chief Zheng, Chief Zheng!” Feng Xuhui called out as he caught up with them, smiling.

Zheng Ren turned around and looked slightly… confused.

“Manager Feng from Changfeng Microinvasive Surgery,” whispered the beautiful assistant… male assistant beside Zheng Ren.

‘You broke my heart, Chief Zheng!’

The smile on Feng Xuhui’s face froze a little.

Zheng Ren extended his hand and greeted him warmly, “Hello, Manager Feng.”

“Don’t mind him, he has late-stage face blindness cancer,” Su Yun explained.

Feng Xuhui smiled awkwardly.
“Chief Zheng, I’ve arranged transportation to send you to the hotel.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” replied Zheng Ren as he released his grip and smiled.

“Don’t be so polite.
You’re in Imperial Capital, and as a friend, how could I not welcome your arrival? Please forgive my poor hospitality,” said Feng Xu Hui enthusiastically and courteously, unbothered by Zheng Ren’s face blindness cancer.

“Professor Pei has said that he is waiting for me in the parking lot.” Zheng Ren waved his phone.

“Professor… Pei?” Feng Xuhui was dumbfounded.

“Yes, there was a problem on the plane just now, but fortunately, Professor Pei provided his assistance.
I’m actually surprised that he had personally come to the airport as well,” said Zheng Ren while confirming the location of the parking lot.

“…” Feng Xuhui was almost in tears.
Why was flattery so difficult nowadays?

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