Director Kong hurried down quickly.
"Boss Zheng, don't forget what happened tonight," Director Kong said.
"what's up?"
"..." Director Kong saw that Zheng Ren's expression didn't look like he was faking it, so he shook his head, "Did Lin Jiaojiao say she wanted to catch the wind for you?"
Zheng Ren really wanted to refuse, but was embarrassed, so he nodded in agreement.
"How is the situation with Director Miao?" Zheng Ren asked.
"The vital signs have stabilized, and the neurosurgery team has judged that their condition will not be serious."
Zheng Ren did not see a diagnosis of severe intracranial hemorrhage on the system panel, but was just worried about delayed bleeding.
It's okay now. It depends on the condition of the ICU, but it's good to be okay for the time being.
After all, when performing deduction surgery in the system operating room, 3 minutes is already the limit.
The rest depends on fate.
People, sincerity is life. Tell me, a great director is like this... Zheng Ren sighed, feeling very uncomfortable. There's a lump in my chest that won't go away.
"When you go out to eat, don't think about these things all the time. If you are serious, just go to the ICU and take a look every day." Director Kong advised: "Don't we all have to live without anyone?"
Zheng Ren nodded.
It was almost time to get off work, and Director Kong did not wait, notifying Lin Jiaojiao to pick her up. Meanwhile, Zheng Ren and Su Yun went to the underground garage to find Xie Yiren.
Su Yun threw the white box into his cabinet. Seeing Zheng Ren's worried look, he was ridiculed again. There are really countless things to complain about in this stingy way. In the end, I could only carry the box and put it in Xiao Yiren's trunk.
Calling Feng Xuhui and Chang Yue, they got into the car.
Feng Xuhui didn't expect that he would directly participate in the emergency rescue after returning. Now that the trolley case is almost empty, he doesn't feel safe at all.
Boss Zheng is doing more and more techniques. It seems that the trolley case needs to be replaced with a larger one, Feng Xuhui thought to himself.
After asking for the location and having dinner at a racecourse near Punk Village, Feng Xuhui found someone to deliver supplies to him, which gave him some peace of mind.
"Xiao Feng, your anxiety disorder is serious." Su Yun said with a smile.
"Isn't Mr. Zheng so capable?" Feng Xuhui smiled and said, "Following Mr. Zheng, I'm really afraid that I don't have any consumables here when I need them."
"Well, in Heidelberg, Xiao Feng performed particularly well in rescuing patients whose stents were inserted into their false cavities." Zheng Ren sat in the passenger seat and said, "There are two rare consumables, and Xiao Feng was prepared for them. "
Su Yun patted Feng Xuhui on the shoulder to show encouragement.
Feng Xuhui was silly and happy, but when he saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun's expressions were a little heavy, he immediately put away his smile.
"What to eat?" Zheng Ren suddenly changed the topic. He didn't want to think about the surgery just now for a second.
Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren was timid sometimes and he didn't want to think about Director Miao. That's why he, who has never been interested in eating, asked such a weird question.
"It's said to be steak." Su Yun said, "Yiren, do you like it?"
"It's not bad." Xie Yiren said: "I had water chestnut steak once in Pampas and it felt pretty good."
"How many miles?" Su Yun asked casually, not unfamiliar at all.
"The ten-mile ones taste the best, and the five-mile ones are a bit harder." The Shay man replied.
Speaking of steak, her face glowed with an alluring glow.
Feng Xuhui looked at Su Yun in shock. He couldn't understand what Su Yun and Xie Yiren were talking about.
Steak, medium rare, medium rare, medium rare, medium rare, medium rare, medium rare, medium rare, this is what Feng Xuhui knows. But miles of steak? Can length measurement units and steak be mixed together
It’s not like the steaks in the Argentinian Pampas are ten miles long.
As soon as this idea appeared, Feng Xuhui denied it.
"Brother Yun, what is ten-mile steak?" Feng Xuhui asked.
"On the Pampas grassland, people would stuff steaks into horseshoes, then ride horses and gallop. The steaks would be cooked by the heat generated by the friction between the horseshoes and the horseshoes and the ground during running. Therefore, the steak can be cooked for five miles. Expressed as cooked or ten miles cooked." Su Yun said, "Sister Lin arranged to have steak at the racecourse in Pangezhuang, I am looking forward to it."
"Don't talk nonsense. The Pampas is so vast that horses can run. In the imperial capital, it would be difficult to find a place for horses to run." Zheng Ren said.
"But the taste of water chestnut steak is really good. The muscle fibers inside are crushed and the texture is a bit soft, which is different from the normal fried steak." Su Yun said with a smile: "Pair it with rue wine and Argentine red shrimp. Very nice.”
“Would you like a mariachi to sing Argentina Don’t Cry for Me?”
"It's really great, Zheng Ren." Xie Yiren was obviously recalling the experience of eating steak in the Pampas. As soon as she spoke, Zheng Ren immediately shut up.
"I still dream about that endless grassland as far as the eye can see. I really want to see it again when I have time," Xie Yi said.
Zheng Ren thought to himself, are you going to Pampas for your honeymoon? In fact, it doesn't matter where Zheng Ren goes, it mainly depends on Xiao Yiren's preference.
"I asked Sister Lin whether we will eat water chestnut steak tonight or ordinary steak. But the meat is all good, prime."
Feng Xuhui felt that being with Mr. Zheng and the others was really a shock. Whatever you say casually, you don’t know anything about it.
I wanted to ask, but I still felt bad about it.
Su Yun saw that Feng Xuhui's expression looked like he was constipated, so he smiled and said, "Prime is the standard set by the United States Department of Agriculture, and only 2% of steaks can meet it. It is similar to... Japan's Kobe beef."
Feng Xuhui clicked his tongue, is it similar to Kobe beef? Many restaurants in the imperial capital sell Kobe beef, real or fake. If this were all true, Kobe's cows would be eaten to extinction within a year.
"There are only a few specific parts of a cow that can be used to make steak. You can't just cut the beef from that part into a similar shape and pass it off as a steak. Each type of steak is cut from a specific part and using a specific cutting method. It won't work even if your knife skills are wrong." Su Yun said and suddenly smiled, "Boss, just take the scalpel that Dr. Charles gave you and cut the steak, it will definitely be good!"
"There are only 299 lancets. Remember to find time to ask Fu Gui'er to order some from the manufacturer so that you don't need them later." Zheng Ren was prepared for a rainy day and didn't think about the steak at all.
Su Yun shrugged. His boss really couldn't do without work no matter what he said.
Very distressed.
No, while talking about steak, I'm looking for a job for myself. Although I let the rich man do it, I always have to worry about it.
"Yiren, do you want to eat choice-quality steak?" Su Yun insisted on bringing the topic back to steak, refusing to talk about surgery.
"Both choice and prime can be eaten, but the other ones are not delicious. It is said that there are some fake ones, so I don't dare to eat them casually." Xie Yi said.
"Fake?"