Zheng Ren could not understand Zhou Litao's sorrow. He did not even know what kind of damage an emergency patient would bring to Zhou Litao.
Sunny afternoon, to his sister's turbulence, to his sister's academic. They didn't think about anything. They held each other's hands and enjoyed the warmth and sunshine.
Sitting side by side under the shade of the trees, Zheng Ren could smell her fragrance and recalled the intimacy he had just experienced.
The muscles all over his body began to calm down, and the side effects of excessive lactic acid secretion began to manifest.
"Zheng Ren, Su Yun asked where we are. He said Manager Song is looking for you." Xie Yiren leaned on Zheng Ren's shoulder and chatted in the group chat. Simple and relaxed life was so comfortable.
"Oh?" Before he could say anything, his phone rang.
[They said that they should quickly write a love song for both refined and popular tastes …]
"Hello, Manager Song."
"I'm outside. I'll be back soon."
"You're welcome. There's no need for that."
"Alright, see you later."
After a few words, Zheng Ren hung up.
"Manager Song from Tang Song Restaurant wants to treat us to dinner," Zheng Ren reported to Xie Yiren. Yes, this was work. In the future, he would have to report to the leader frequently.
"Oh, it's the boss who always delivers ingredients." Xie Yiren swiped her phone and said absent-mindedly, "Why did you think of treating him to a meal?"
"His wife was arrested for drunk driving two days ago," Zheng Ren said. "I think it's alcohol intoxication syndrome, so I suggest he continue to have a checkup."
"Automatic brewing? If Sister Yue was like this, I think she would be very happy. "
"It's quite torturous. It's like soaking in a wine jar. My liver is breaking down the alcohol all day long. It's a huge burden." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "It's probably because the other side stopped taking oral antibiotics and started treating Bai Nian."
"What should we eat tonight?" Xie Yiren was only conflicted about two things: dinner and surgery.
There were all kinds of strange diseases, but she just listened casually and did not care at all.
"Let's go, let's go back." Zheng Ren patted Xie Yiren's fluffy head and said with a smile, "Wait for me in the car. I'll go up and take a look. We'll set off after checking the time."
"Yes!" Xie Yiren was especially happy at the thought of eating.
After returning to the 912, Zheng Ren returned to the ward area. Xie Yiren went straight to the basement.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the interventional radiology department, Song Ying approached him.
"Boss Zheng, sorry to disturb you. I'm really sorry," Song Ying said with a smile. The slight anxiety from two days ago was gone.
"It's fine." Zheng Ren also felt that it was a little disturbing, but it was nothing. The one who really disturbed them was the girl who had ruptured her spleen due to KISS syndrome.
Song Ying smiled and said, "Boss Zheng, it's all thanks to you this time. My wife stopped taking antibiotics and took fluconazole orally, and her symptoms disappeared. "
It was the same as Zheng Ren's guess. He smiled.
The System was as reliable as ever.
"Let's have a meal together tonight. Boss Zheng, please don't decline," Song Ying immediately said. "There's no one else. If there's one more member in your medical team, it'll be me."
He seemed to have some understanding of Zheng Ren. His words broke Zheng Ren's last shred of concern.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"I've asked Doctor Su, and they didn't have any recommendations, so I'm going to overstep my authority. How about having seafood with red wine tonight? "
"Sure." Zheng Ren did not care. Whether it was seafood or the cafeteria's big pot of rice, it made no difference to him.
With Little Yiren around, he could eat happily. If not … then he would not be interested.
After entering the office, they discussed for a while and called for the professor. Everyone set off.
At this time, they had to hurry up and save half an hour of traffic. Zheng Ren felt that the theory of relativity's application of time and space in the Imperial Capital's traffic jam was particularly appropriate.
"Boss, where did you go this afternoon?" Su Yun sat in the car and asked lazily.
"I went for a walk with Yiren."
"Hei Zi is still waiting for you at home."
"…" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and was speechless.
"We're going to drink wine tonight. Guess what collection Manager Song will bring out?" Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren and turned to ask Chang Yue.
"Lafite?"
"Lafite isn't the top of the line. It's like the difference between a Mercedes-Benz and a Maybach. I don't think it's just Lafite."
"If it's top, I think it should be Romanee.
Conti, "Zheng Ren guessed.
"You don't drink, so you don't deserve to say that name," Su Yun said disdainfully.
“Romanee
Conti, what's that? "Chang Yue, who was drinking, did not know.
"Have you seen 'The Mermaid'?" The first half of Su Yun's sentence was provocative and mocking, but the second half had returned to normal.
'You can drink too, just like the joke where you were beaten by a monkey.' No matter what kind of tricks or divine abilities he had, Chang Yue's one sentence was enough to cause Su Yun to be covered in cuts and bruises.
"Yes, there's red wine?"
"It's appeared twice," Zheng Ren said. "The first time was at the beginning. After the bidding, we had to drink red wine to celebrate. The boss, played by Xu Ke, said that Green Gong Bay was a nature reserve because of dolphins. Xiao Liu lost at least 20 billion and helped our surrounding projects increase by 30 billion. We still had to drink one million of his wine. How could we accept that?
This wine worth one million was Romanee Conti. "
"It's all nonsense. I still think the Big Wu Su tastes good. It's really strong." Chang Yue gulped. It seemed that she and Su Yun had not had enough of the Big Wu Su last time.
"The second time was when Zhang Yuqi asked if we really wanted to compete with luxury cars, villas, and Romanee Conti? Conti? "
"Yes, there's a reason why Romanee Conti is called the world's best winery," Su Yun said.
He had already sensed Chang Yue's threat and changed the topic.
"I wonder if Manager Song will treat me to this wine." Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said, "If it's Romanee Conti, I'd like to try it."
"You can forget about it. You can only taste the money. You're wasting good wine."
"Can I spit it out?" Zheng Ren said seriously, "I've always heard people say that they want to vomit, but I've never tried it myself."
"Vomit? What's there to try? "Chang Yue was disapproving.
For someone like her who had never vomited before, what Zheng Ren said was very far away, as far as the sky.
"It's not vomiting after drinking too much. It's a self-protection mechanism of the human body. I'm talking about when tasting wine. You taste it one glass at a time, take a sip, and then spit it out. You only feel the softness and fragrance of the wine, not the alcohol. "
"You?" Chang Yue glanced at Zheng Ren and said, "You'll get allergic to alcohol if you come into contact with it. Don't overdo it with just one sip. It'll be too embarrassing."
"…" He really had nothing in common with her. Zheng Ren turned his head numbly.
There was no way to continue this conversation.
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He recommended a new book, My Literary Life in Japan. It was written by the author for ten years and was about Japanese literature.
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