"How long are you going for?" Xie Yiren asked as she ate.
"Mainly the flight time. The rest is just waiting for the plane." Zheng Ren was also a little troubled. Throwing knives at such a distance was indeed very annoying.
However, Zheng Ren still wanted to go. It was a fresh surgery. After the training in the operating theater ended, if he did not show it in reality, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
"Come back soon," Xie Yiren said.
"I have to go to Germany again after. The Professor said that there are patients in Heidelberg Medical Center who need freelance surgery. In that case, I'll leave the Professor to perform the second-stage surgery, and then we can operate normally," Zheng Ren said.
"I'm so busy." Little Yiren's eyes were shining as she looked at Zheng Ren. "Will I not be so busy after we win the Nobel Prize?"
