The Surgeon's Studio

“Micha… Si… What?” The manager, who was in his thirties, looked confused, his forehead covered in sweat.

Were these two migrant workers in camouflage clothes, bodies still wet as they spoke in their hometown dialect?

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already half-asleep but when they heard the manager’s nonsense, they instinctively blurted out this sentence at the same time.

Hearing Su Yun speak up, Zheng Ren immediately shut his mouth and began to doze off, enjoying the comfort brought by the warm leg bath.

“Sir, I’m just too tired and don’t want to talk to you. However, you shouldn’t talk nonsense like this,” Su Yun said with his eyes closed as he tilted his head.

“Nonsense? You can touch your waist. There really are two pits. The kidney deficiency is already very heavy and you need to adjust the meridians.” The manager’s expression was a little awkward but he still tried to explain.

“That’s the waist dimple. In local anatomy, it’s also called the rhombus of Michaelis.” Su Yun closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up into a mocking smile. “It’s the two sunken dimples on the back of the waist. It’s the two sides of the hip where the sacrum is connected to the lumbar vertebrae. It’s also called Venus’ dimples It’s like a logo on a model’s body.”

The manager’s expression showed that he was stupefied.

“I don’t care if you want to sell your membership,” Su Yun said. “But you have to have something to show for it. For example, the acupoints to be massaged are more accurate, the strength is greater, or some other subjective stuff. It’s very difficult for me. To me, it just feels like you’re merely touching my body.”

The manager did not know what to say.

“There’s nothing beneficial. You want me to get a membership? On what basis? On the basis of kidney deficiency?” The smile on Su Yun’s lips became more intense. “Come on, even if you’re lying, you have to be more professional. Your sales pitch is already outdated. You have to learn to keep up with the times, or else…”

As he spoke, a slight snore sounded.

This guy had already fallen asleep.

The manager’s face was flushed red. He could not say a word and turned around to leave.

The masseuse who massaged Su Yun was not old. When she looked at Su Yun, her face was already red. However, her manager’s blush versus her own were two different kinds. Hers was due to shyness.

“Brother, there are several kinds of essential oils…” The masseuse still had a trace of rationality and still tried to promote their services.

“He’s asleep. Use the normal ones that don’t incur any extra charges,” Zheng Ren said with his eyes closed.

Really…

The young masseuse was a little unhappy but when she saw Su Yun, she was instantly refreshed by his handsome side profile over and over again. A few seconds later, she looked at Su Yun in a daze. She felt that it was okay to earn less money.

“Use more strength. Don’t use your hands, use your elbow joints,” Su Yun said in a daze.

Zheng Ren smiled and fell asleep very quickly.

An hour passed just like that. When Zheng Ren was woken up, Su Yun had already put on his clothes. He yawned and said, “Boss, do you want to eat something?”

“Are you hungry?” Zheng Ren was not interested in eating. He had just eaten porridge and did not want to eat.

“Boss, can you have some normal human instincts?” Su Yun said, “It would be strange if I could only eat porridge. I’m hungry again.”

“I saw a barbecue stall by the roadside. Let’s get some as we walk back. I wanna get ten skewers.”

“Ten skewers? Are you feeding rabbits?”

“Rabbits don’t eat cooked meat.”

While the two of them were chatting seriously, Su Yun went to the front desk to scan his QR pay to pay the bill before leaving.

After a few of the front hall’s ushers saw the two of them off, they grouped up and started chatting.

“That young man is really good-looking.”

“He knows a lot. When Manager Fan went in, he was directly scolded out.”

“But he doesn’t look very rich.”

“What do you know? Do all rich people drive expensive cars or wear branded stuff? You clearly don’t know how some rich people can be.”

..

Zheng Ren and Su Yun took a leisurely stroll back home. Neon lights were flashing around them, like a brilliant light dance. There were scenes of singing and dancing.

Zheng Ren was in a trance because of his instantaneous actions and misperception.

He tried his best to open his eyes and look at the road. If he hadn’t been seriously injured at the frontline and accidentally broken his ribs a little while walking back to the Imperial Capital, Department Chief Kong would have given him a third-class merit. He would probably be laughed at for the rest of his life.

Zheng Ren walked past a barbecue stall and asked, “Hey, what kebabs do you want to eat?”

“Lamb, no cumin, less chili,” Su Yun said.

The barbecue stall was very popular. There were a few small tables were full of people and some were still waiting in line.

Zheng Ren felt tired just looking at it. By the time the skewers were ready, it would take at least another ten to twenty minutes.

At this time, he just wanted to go home and sleep on his bed.

“Sir, your sausage is ready!” the barbecue boss shouted.

A man squatting by the roadside stood up and walked to the barbeque stall. He took the sausages while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

When he turned around, his eyes met Zheng Ren’s.

“You Are…Chief Zheng?” The man was a little surprised and thought he had seen wrongly.

According to the manager of the massage shop, he was wearing camouflage clothes and the mud hadn’t dried yet. It was obvious that he had come from a construction site.

No matter how ordinary his clothes were, this man could recognize him without hesitation. His face was filled with a warm and distant smile.

But with such a set of clothes… Song Ying really didn’t recognize him.

“Uh…” Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him, somewhat puzzled.

He didn’t know what to do.

‘Who is this? Do I know him? He called me Chief Zheng so is he from Sea City?”

Thoughts flashed through his mind. In an instant, Zheng Ren saw the grilled sausages in his hand.

The Tang Song Restaurant, Song Ying, had a parathyroid gland dysfunction.

A few keywords instantly appeared in Zheng Ren’s mind.

He had a waddling gait before this. He looked better than before, so why was he still eating grilled sausages?

“Hello, Manager Song.” Zheng Ren tried his best to squeeze out a smile, exhausting all the strength in his body as he reached out his hand to shake the others.

“Chief Zheng, I thought you were too forgetful to remember me.” Song Ying laughed heartily and reached out his hand, shaking Zheng Ren’s hand warmly without any reserve.

Su Yun was a little surprised. How could someone with late-stage facial blindness recognize a person?

Could it be that after going to the frontline, he had opened his third eye?

“Did the surgery take place already?” Zheng Ren asked.

“Yes. After the surgery, I took some medicine. Just like you said, I’m almost fully back to normal,” Song Ying said.

“Are you having some grilled sausages for good luck?” Zheng Ren did not say that he should eat as little grilled sausages as possible but just made it a luck ritual instead.

“It’s the same as before.” Song Ying smiled and said, “They used to be something I indulged in. Now, I eat less frequently and in smaller amounts. I also asked the relevant doctors and they said that as long as I cut my intake, it should be fine.”

Zheng Ren thought so too. Song Ying did not have any disease diagnosis in the System interface.

It seemed that he was completely cured.

“Chief Zheng, you are…” Song Ying saw that Zheng Ren was wearing such clothes and the assistant beside him was the same so he asked curiously.