The Surgeon's Studio

Zheng Ren and director Wang left the ward as if they had lost their parents.

Dean Wang was in a daze, and his eyelids drooped down like a walking corpse.

Zheng Ren ignored him. After he went downstairs, he smoked a cigarette and Feng Xuhui drove to the hospital.

In fact, he really couldn't understand how these people who didn't know anything were thinking.

This was also Liu Xu's death. If it was someone stronger, it would be a situation where he would not rest.

If it was reported in real name, how could the little tricks in the hospital withstand the inspection?

It was truly a case of humans dying for wealth and birds dying for food. However, this mouthful of food was a little too small.

Since he was looking for death, then he would die. It would be better if he died thoroughly.

Zheng Ren got on the car and rushed to the provincial capital, flying back to the capital.

Although it was "only" 900 kilometers, it was time to get off work.

Xie Yiren drove over to pick Zheng Ren up. She said that she had found a delicious big plate of chicken at a nearby restaurant, so she wouldn't be cooking tonight. Everyone would just go and have a simple meal.

Zheng Ren was not very interested in what to eat. Hotpot, rice, or big plate of chicken were all the same to him.

It was just to make a living. If not eating could make him feel better, Zheng Ren would definitely refuse to eat.

He told Yiren about the journey, the heavy snow in May, Liu xuzhi being bullied, and Su Yun looking down on him.

Su Yun didn't even think and immediately suggested a few better solutions.

Acting cool and slapping people's faces were all highlights, and it did look more dazzling than Zheng Ren's method.

However, Zheng Ren did not have time to waste in Westwood. As for Lao Liu, he would fight for his dignity.

If he didn't live up to expectations, she couldn't always stand up for him, right? They were all adults. If they couldn't even do this, there would be more trouble in the future.

Zheng Ren felt that he had already done his best, and he did not want to get involved in more than that.

Feng Xuhui's car was parked at the airport. He followed the Volvo XC60 all the way to the place for dinner.

Liu Zewei had already gone to reserve a seat, just like his old roommate who was sent to reserve a seat in the self - study room on campus.

However, it seemed that he did not reserve a seat right after work. Instead, he waited for Zheng Ren to get off the plane, estimated the time, and then began to ask for a number and line up.

A few minutes before Zheng Ren and the rest arrived, there was a seat in the queue. The lady boss was cleaning up a table full of guests 'belongings. Everything was just right.

"Why do you guys like to eat such greasy food?" Su Yun sat down and started to nag."Lady boss, is there Wu su?"

"No, I didn 't," The lady boss's temper was clearly not good. She did not even look at Su Yun and directly shouted.

Su Yun also knew that when eating at a food stall, one would have to shout at others when speaking, so she did not mind.

"The big plate of chicken is so delicious." Xie Yiren held Zheng Ren's hand as she looked at the people sitting next to her eating happily. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"Yiren, have you had enough of the exotic delicacies?" Su Yun asked in disdain.

"Each has its own benefits." Xie Yiren tried her best to shift her attention away from the other tables. It would be rude to keep staring at others.

"It's just a plate of chicken, and it's expensive. " Su Yun was disdainful.

"You can't say that. A large plate of chicken means a whole Shawan sanhuang chicken, about a catty of Borton ancient potato, Anji sea chili skin, scallions and green peppers, cinnamon star, and all kinds of spices."

"Is his thing really three yellow chicken?" Su Yun asked.

"Yes, I've eaten it once. It's very authentic." "It's said that the bortungu potato blocks contain a lot of trace elements," said Scheer with a smile."It can cure hair loss."

Liu Zewei touched his bald head and chuckled,""I've thought of many ways to treat hair loss. I don't even know how many incense machines they used. "

"It's useless. It's all a lie. " Su Yun said.

"Maybe it's a psychological effect. I feel better after using it. In fact, you're still the same. " "I'm done with my studies here, I'm going back to take a look at my hair transplant,"Liu Zewei said.

"A hair implant is to extract the hair follicles from the back of the head and plant them in the required area. It's similar to tearing down the east wall to fix the west wall. The entire process will not add a single hair to you." Zheng Ren said.

"The local will support the central, as long as it's uniform. I don't have any other requirements." Liu Zewei's request was simple.

"Old Liu, you've been touching your bald head every day. Your hands are full of oil."

"I'm getting old, and my metabolism isn't that fast. There won't be a lot of fat left. " Liu Zewei didn't mind Su Yun teasing him.

This time, boss Zheng had traveled thousands of miles to perform the surgery for Liu xuzhi, which shocked Liu Zewei.

It turned out that by studying at boss Zheng's place, not only could one learn skills, but they could also save lives at critical moments!

Although he was in the Affiliated Hospital of dibei province's Medical University and was not as remote as Liu Xu, he was not afraid of any obstacles. The Affiliated Hospital of the medical University was very skilled in "simple" surgery such as myocardial infarction.

But what about other illnesses?

Boss Zheng was being kind and righteous!

For a nobody who had nothing to do with him, he had travelled thousands of miles back and forth. Liu Zewei didn't know what to say.

Actually, it was useless for him to think too much. The most important thing was to do the work at hand well. He had to leave a good impression on boss Zheng.

If he were to meet Liu xuzhi one day, there would still be a trace of hope. Liu Zewei was very clear about this kind of thing.

"I'm used to touching it. If I don't touch my bald head, I'll feel like there's a little bug crawling around. " Liu Zewei said with a smile.

"Sometimes, I feel like there are bugs crawling on my body, but when I scratch them, I find that there are no bugs. This phenomenon is called the feeling of ants crawling." Zheng Ren's gaze was a little dull, and he had entered a state of rest. However, when he heard Liu Zewei's words, he casually explained.

"..." Liu Zewei was also speechless. Did he have to be so professional?

"Peripheral neuroletitis, sympathetic nerve chain syndrome, lobular epilepsy, diabetes, and peripheral neurologists will all have the feeling of ant walking. Old Liu, you should check it out when you have time." Su Yun said.

"No, it's just a psychological effect." "It can't even be considered a mental illness, it's just an illusion," Zheng Ren replied.

"Tsk, you have a mental illness. You can't help but exonerate yourself when you talk about this." Su Yun said.

"Paris Syndrome. You know about it, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

"What is Paris Syndrome? Is it an illness that only Parisians have?" Chang Yue asked as she adjusted her glasses.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. People who have been to Paris don't think it is as good as they think. It's mainly Japanese, so it's called Paris Syndrome. "

"The symptoms include nausea, insomnia, convulsions, indescribable fear, inferiority, embarrassment, paranoia, and even suicidal tendencies.

With the global integration, more and more Japan tourists come to Paris, and the disease has begun to spread. "

"And you said you didn't have a mental illness."