"Where are you going to eat tonight?" Little Yiren saw that Zheng Ren had received a WeChat message and looked at the time again. She asked with some reluctance.
Because it was not a gathering of their own people, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue did not follow. Although they still wanted to go shopping, it was getting late. They should set off.
"It's said to be in a hotel on the side of Hujialou. There's no front or signboard," Zheng Ren said.
"It's Japanese food," Xie Yiren said. "The Japanese food in this restaurant is quite good. The sake is also said to be good. I don't drink, so I don't know. "
Zheng Ren recalled that when he ate Japanese food with Little Yiren in Sea City, the two of them drank less than half a bottle of sake and she was drunk.
He snickered in his heart.
However, it was best that Little Yiren knew where it was.
"The friend of the owner of that shop opened an izakaya next to it … It's more appropriate to call it a bar. It's quieter and suitable for chatting after dinner. However, I don't think it's suitable for you. Come back early after dinner, "Little Yiren reminded him.
Zheng Ren nodded vigorously.
He got into the car and drove all the way to Hujialou. There were many cars on the road, so he could not drive fast. Zheng Ren was not in a hurry. In fact, deep down in his heart, he still did not like eating with many people, especially when he had to see Zhao Yunlong.
After returning from the frontline, Zheng Ren and Su Yun had a tacit understanding not to mention Zhao Yunlong. When they left the airport in Chengdu that day, they saw Zhao Yunlong packing up the belongings of his sacrificed comrades. Zheng Ren and Su Yun had been avoiding it.
He had to think less about unhappy things so that his life would become better. Zheng Ren subconsciously did this.
When they arrived at Hujialou, Little Yiren led Zheng Ren to the hotel with ease. She told him where to go in before leaving.
Seeing the red Volvo disappear from his sight, Zheng Ren entered the hotel with a sense of loss.
The restaurant was set up in the hotel and did not have a signboard. People in big cities really knew how to play, Zheng Ren thought to himself. In Sea City, this was absolutely impossible.
When he arrived at the room Su Yun told him, Zheng Ren opened the door and entered.
Zhao Yunlong, Fang Lin, and Su Yun had already arrived. They were sitting cross-legged in front of the table, chatting about something.
Seeing Zheng Ren enter, Fang Lin stood up enthusiastically and greeted him.
"Chief Zheng, you found it. I thought I would go down to pick you up," Fang Lin said with a smile.
"Yiren was here. She brought me here."
"What did I say?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and Fang Lin and said disdainfully, "You'll be punished to drink later."
Zhao Yunlong looked more haggard. He didn't have the fierce aura he had when he first came to the Imperial Capital. Instead, he was much calmer.
Zheng Ren only smiled as a greeting to Zhao Yunlong. After sitting down and waiting for the dishes to be served, they began to chat. As for why Zhao Yunlong looked so haggard and where he had been recently, these were topics that everyone deliberately avoided.
Su Yun was only interested in drinking, and it seemed like Zhao Yunlong was also here to get drunk.
Get drunk today, and wake up tomorrow, you'll still be a good man.
However, Fang Lin was in trouble.
Zheng Ren did not drink. Everyone present knew that, and no one forced him to drink. However, Fang Lin could more or less drink a little. His alcohol tolerance was not as good as Su Yun's, even Zhao Yunlong's was much worse.
Each of them had a bottle of sake placed on the table, and Su Yun poured himself a cup first.
After the wine entered his throat, looking at the rich and wonderful expression on his face, Zheng Ren suspected that the peak of this guy's life would only be at the wine table and definitely not at the Nobel Prize award ceremony.
Fang Lin said in distress, "I only have this one bottle. I can't have any more."
"Coward, at most, you'll just vomit. You'll get used to it after vomiting." Su Yun looked down on Fang Lin.
"It's very uncomfortable. There are still twelve thoracoscopes tomorrow." Fang Lin was distressed.
The number of surgeries in the 912 returned to normal as the people who went to the frontline returned. This was only the segmental pneumonectomy in Fang Lin's group. The number of surgeries for the entire chest was even more shocking.
"Don't worry, it's okay," Su Yun said with a smile.
Seeing his smile, Zheng Ren felt that Fang Lin was going to be unlucky.
"After you drink too much, your body will send a danger signal to your brain. Then, it will activate the brain region that is in charge of vomiting and set your body to an emergency state.
Then, your face will start to turn pale because the blood on your face will flow to your stomach. Your blood pressure will start to drop, your heart rate will slow down, and your saliva will start to secrete a lot.
Usually, if he vomited, he would vomit. However, Su Yun described it in detail. If a few ordinary people were sitting there, they would definitely not be able to stand it.
However, the four people at the table were all elites in clinical medicine. They were the kind of people who could eat in front of cadavers. Who would feel uncomfortable with these words?
"There are millions of tiny receptors in the stomach constantly monitoring the contents of the stomach. Then, the brain will obtain the information and process it into your senses," Zhao Yunlong added from the side.
Zhao Yunlong, who was usually very serious, sat at the wine table and began to joke around.
"In other words, you repeatedly tell yourself that you can only drink one bottle of wine. At that time, the brain will make a harmful judgment based on the information transmitted by the receptors in the stomach. Then, it will start to decide whether to vomit or not," Su Yun smiled and added.
"Then, the brain will give an order to the muscle tissue. The preparation for vomiting is complete and will start soon."
"It's not imagination. There are only so many enzymes in the liver that metabolize alcohol." Fang Lin was very distressed. "Moreover, I haven't eaten anything now. It's probably easier to vomit."
"That won't happen." Su Yun's body exuded a pleasant aura. He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it happily. He said, "That's your subconscious. Don't mind these things."
"Even if there's nothing, you can still vomit when you need to. It won't cause any damage to the body," Zhao Yunlong added. It seemed that the two of them had set up a posture to make Fang Lin drink too much. "The stomach is empty, but the small intestine can also pour out the contents. The muscles in the pylorus of the stomach will remain in a relaxed state. There will be absolutely no roadblocks.
When the small intestine suddenly pushes the things that need to be vomited back to the stomach, this pressure from the bottom up will stimulate the sensitive nerves in the stomach. These nerves will immediately report this information to the vomiting area of the brain. "
"Well, your brain will get the information and you can vomit."
Zheng Ren sat quietly and listened to Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong's unique style of persuading him to drink.
"Chief Zheng, you …" Fang Lin cast a look of help.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was reconstructing the process of vomiting in his mind. Even the secretion of hormones in his body had increased. This was because in clinical work in the surgery department, the biggest complication of preventing vomiting was accidental aspiration into the airway, leading to suffocation and even death.
Zheng Ren was experienced in rescuing this kind of patient.
If Fang Lin appeared … Just as he thought of this, he saw Fang Lin look over.
"Vomiting is a high-level skill. It's very good that you can vomit," Zheng Ren said casually, changing the topic to a distant and unknown direction.
"Uh …"
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