Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zheng Ren agreed that Su Yun was indeed attractive, but they were doctors, not models who danced down catwalks. Was beauty a prerequisite for consulting patients?

He returned to the emergency department in a flash, worrying that Yuan Li could have treated every trauma case that had arrived during his lunchtime. Since he had lost any chance of taking part in major surgeries, to be able to practice wound closure at the very least was better than nothing at all.

In the end, his worries were for nothing. The emergency surgery department was surprisingly quiet today and there was only a girl in a red s.h.i.+rt sitting on a plastic chair in a corridor, weeping.

It was normal to see a patient or their family members sob in a hospital. Zheng Ren had no intention of comforting the young lady, though, as he prioritized his wait for traumatic injury patients more.

He s.h.i.+fted his gaze to her in pa.s.sing and recognized her instantly.

Upon closer inspection, he found that she was Xie Yiren, the scrub nurse present in the operating theater during his surgery yesterday.

“Yiren, what happened to you?” asked Zheng Ren.

Xie Yiren, who appeared pitiful with tear-sodden eyes, raised her head upon hearing his question.

Upon realizing that the person standing before her was Zheng Ren, Xie Yiren’s crying intensified as she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

Zheng Ren was helpless and had no idea what to say at that moment.

He would never be able to forgive himself if he did not find out why Xie Yiren was wailing in the emergency department. Keeping his mouth shut, he started racking his brain on how to comfort the dejected woman.

“I… I applied for a transfer to the… the emergency department, but was worried… worried about the lack of surgeries,” the sobbing Xie Yiren informed Zheng Ren after a while.

Zheng Ren tried to comfort her. “Working in the emergency department has its own benefits. At least you don’t need to work overtime for surgery, right?”

“But… But I want to attend surgeries,” replied Xie Yiren.

“What’re the benefits of surgery, anyway?” asked Zheng Ren, who had completely forgotten about the fact that he yearned for surgeries too, before adding, “you don’t have to work overtime in the emergency department, and you can flirt with young men, watch movies and enjoy life during your free time. Look how busy it gets in the operating theater. The working schedule isn’t fixed and you often need to work overtime.”

“I don’t have the courage to flirt with young men,” said Xie Yiren with a serious expression.

Zheng Ren was delighted to see some improvement in her mood, so he figured that it was better to keep this pure-hearted lady talking to prevent her from crying her heart out again.

“Why? It’s a perfect time for you to enjoy a love life at your current age.”

“I’m still young, so I’m not looking for a boyfriend just yet. I just want to work overtime in the general surgery department,” replied Xie Yiren firmly.

Desire to work overtime… That responsibility seemed a little too awe-inspiring, right?

An attempt to contribute to the great renaissance of the Chinese nation? The young lady’s ambition was a little too great as well.

Xie Yiren’s response basically ended the whole conversation and Zheng Ren was at a loss on how to re-initiate it.

Suddenly, a thought ran through his mind and he asked, “Do you want to work overtime because you need the money?”

Zheng Ren figured that he was almost touching the core of her issue.

‘She must be a poor kid too,’ Zheng Ren thought and started to imagine the miserable life this young lady must have had in her youth.

“Not really, I’m actually quite well-to-do,” answered Xie Yiren. The twitching in her little nose and the flaring of her alae nasi made her look cute, especially with her dorky expression.

“How much overtime pay do you get in a month?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never checked my payroll card,” replied Xia Yiren.

“Don’t you spend money at all?”

“Of course I do. I don’t check the balance on my payroll card because I can’t buy anything with it anyway.”

“…” There seemed to be a major misunderstanding. Zheng Ren contemplated the current conversation and carefully asked, “How much pocket money do your parents usually give each month?”

“They usually travel around the globe each year and should be in Turkey right now. A supplementary credit card was given to me before their departure and I can spend as much as I possibly want with it, but they didn’t specify how much pocket money they give me each month.”

A critical hit! Xie Yiren dealt ten thousand damage points to Zheng Ren’s health bar instantly.