Put It Down, I’ll Do It

"The infusion should be complete before noon, so we'll go together later," said Zheng Ren.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren as if he was a fool.

"Let's go."

"Where to?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.

"You need to undergo a cranial CT scan to rule out brain injury."

"..."

"Can you please understand your current state?" Su Yun said angrily, "You're injured, so how are you going to perform surgery in a lead apron? Do you want to lie down on the operating table again? I'll attend the conference alone and you'll get some rest here."

"It ain't that serious." Zheng Ren shook his head. "I just want to gain knowledge from the conference."

"You're crazy," replied Su Yun coldly.

Zheng Ren remained persistent despite their argument, so Su Yun left the room with the tetanus toxoid. Even though he had no desire to do anything now, he still subconsciously fulfilled his duties as the flawless assistant.