A Sorrowful Past

Su Yun, lunchbox in hand, smiled at Zheng Ren's diligence. "You were indeed born to be a chief resident."

"I've nothing to do at home, anyway. Besides, it's better to be ready for emergency cases and potential emergency surgery in the hospital." Zheng Ren stood, accepted the lunchbox and walked to the on-call room.

"What's your purpose in life?" Su Yun was obviously trying to mock him.

"Perform surgery, earn money, raise a family and make ends meet. Are there any other purposes in life?"

"That's so austere."

"It's essential."

Zheng Ren opened the lunch box, still warm to the touch, in the on-call room and saw his main dish—stir-fried chili pork with white rice.

"Stir-fried chili pork from Denver House. This is a secret family recipe that has been passed down over the generations, but I think it tasted alright." Su Yun sat down on the other side of the table and introduced the food to Zheng Ren.