"Boss, what did Qin Tang tell you?" Su Yun asked after coming out of the ICU, holding his cell phone.
"He didn't say anything." Zheng Ren was surprised. "He gave me a receipt, the kind that pays to a fund."
"He said that someone is waiting downstairs in the inpatient department to pick us up for dinner." Su Yun said, "Is Mr. Qin awake?"
"It's possible. It's been said that it's been nearly 20 hours since the operation. If there's no drowsiness or hallucinations, the side should know that the condition is getting better. Oh, by the way, Mr. Qin wiped it out and directly hit 20 million Oh." Zheng Ren smiled.
"20 million? That's a generous move."
"I guess I'm scared. Who can bear it, life or death?"
"I made an appointment with Lao Fan to make skewers. Why is it so difficult to have a casual meal with Lao Fan? Shouldn't the children of this group of aristocratic families in Xiangjiang be so arrogant that they can only see their chins? What is the situation now?" Su Yun was a little helpless.
"Tell him to go eat skewers on the roadside. It's the skewers shop in front of my house. It's close to home. After eating, go back to sleep." Zheng Ren said.
"That's okay. After Chang Yue takes Heizi for a walk at home, he calls out and comes out to have a meal together."
With that said, Zheng Ren received a message from Xie Yiren that the place had been packed and ready to go at any time.
Zheng Ren thought about it and realized that Qin Tang was indeed a little annoyed.
"Let Qin Tang go, just say we are tired." Zheng Ren said.
"Boss, I appreciate your temper." Su Yun said with a smile: "These rich people don't know how to curry favor with them, so you'd better just drive them away."
"It's inappropriate to take him to a roadside stall to eat."
"Then I'll just tell him the address and let him go by himself." Su Yun said, "If he can find it, it's fate."
"..." Zheng Ren felt that it was particularly bad to do this, but he didn't think much about it.
With Xie Yi in one car and Feng Xuhui in the other, calling Fan Tianshui, the group returned to the barbecue restaurant next to the Palme d'Or to prepare for a midnight snack.
In the car, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren talked in detail about their experience in Xiangjiang.
His story-telling method was average, but the Xie Yi people listened with gusto. When it was mentioned that Song Moji had placenta allergy, Xie Yiren's driving movements were obviously out of shape.
However, in this part of the imperial capital, the traffic was so crowded that it was impossible to drive at any speed, and nothing happened.
When we came to the barbecue stall, we parked the car and everyone got out. It's like people who have had a meal but haven't had enough to drink, and then want to have another drink.
Zheng Ren had a headache.
It's okay if we just have dinner with Xie Yiren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue. Plus Feng Xuhui, it seems to be nothing.
But in addition to Fan Tianshui, Lao He and Ling Ge also followed.
When there are more than 5 people at dinner, Zheng Ren is reluctant to talk.
Mild social phobia is a disease and must be cured.
Chang Yue arrived early in the morning and didn't know how long she had to wait in line. She occupied a large table by herself and waited quietly.
There was a person next to her who was discussing with her, probably about changing tables or something like that.
Zheng Ren knew that 10 years ago, when fights were everywhere, he drank some wine and got into an argument with Chang Yue under the influence of alcohol. He was afraid that she would suffer a loss if he didn't come.
The current security situation is indeed much better than before.
Several people walked over, and when the man saw Fan Tianshui, he left in despair.
"Boss! What kind of wine do you have?" Su Yun sat at the table and shouted unscrupulously.
In this kind of food stall, if you don't yell, the boss won't hear you at all.
"Drink less, there are other things to do tomorrow. Mr. Li also has to report to Vice President Yuan. For the surgery today, I said I still have some things to think about, so I ran out. If there is another surgery Now, there is something we need to try to cooperate with," Zheng Ren said.
Lin Ge sat down, nothing unusual, and said with a smile: "Boss Zheng, do you know what Mr. Li's illness is?"
"It should be no problem." Zheng Ren said: "We have already taken care of the pathological tissue with optical tweezers. All that's left is puncture. It would be great if there are relevant instruments."
As he said that, he looked up at Feng Xuhui and asked: "Xiao Feng, let me ask...forget it."
Feng Xuhui immediately said: "What equipment? Mr. Zheng?"
"I guess you don't have a puncture needle with a microscope."
Su Yun ordered a drink and happened to hear Zheng Ren talking about this, so he said, "There seems to be a custom-made guide wire in Sweden. Boss, aren't you going to give it a try?"
Technology...patents...but also having to contact Changfeng, Zheng Ren feels very annoyed just thinking about it.
Changfeng didn’t drive it himself, so why bother.
He smiled and stopped talking.
Su Yun knew that Zheng Ren found it annoying. For a surgical dog, this kind of routine work was SSS level of difficulty.
"Xiao Feng, go back and ask Ma Quan if you want to make a breakthrough in technology. If you are so determined, next time Dr. Olson asks the boss for something, find an opportunity to ask if you can buy that technology."
"Okay!" Feng Xuhui also knew that the quality of his products could not be compared with that of large multinational companies such as Lanke.
The main product is like this, let alone the technical reserves.
Boss Zheng's surgeries are becoming more and more advanced, and he is also a little sad.
But the little sadness soon disappeared. As boxes of Budweiser Gold were brought up, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
The boy is less than 20 years old. He is tall and thin, but he is very energetic. It is not difficult for one person to carry three boxes of beer.
Seeing Su Yun and the others drinking wine with their friends, Zheng Ren suddenly felt so lonely.
The more people there are, the lonelier I feel.
Just as I was thinking about it, my hand on my knee suddenly felt warm and soft.
Knowing Zheng Ren's emotions, Xie Yiren took his hand and squeezed it gently.
Turning around, his eyes were as bright as the sea of stars seen in the desert.
The loneliness that pervaded Zheng Ren's heart was instantly dispelled, and he felt warm, peaceful and happy.
The two of them didn't speak. They intertwined their fingers, feeling each other's body temperature and pulse, as if they had entered a small world with only two people.
"Old Fan, why don't you leave." Su Yun was carrying a bottle of beer and bumped it against Fan Tianshui's bottle. The clear sound of the glass hitting was so loud.
"If you find a job here, why go back to Haicheng?"
Fan Tianshui "poured" a bottle of beer into his mouth, a few minutes faster than Su Yun.
Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, he took out two more bottles of beer. He flicked the bottle caps with his fingers and the beer was opened.
"Lao Fan, you don't use chopsticks or teeth to lift the bottle cap. You look very handsome." Su Yun took the beer from Fan Tianshui and said with a smile.
Fan Tianshui just smiled and basically said nothing.
"Boss, Chang Yue, I'll give you a question. Xiao Feng, Lao He, don't be distracted. If you can't answer, be more conscious and just blow one." Su Yun picked up the beer bottle and threw it on the table with a bang. .
"What?" Zheng Ren held Xie Yiren's hand, with a sweet smile on his face, and sprinkled dog food from the operating room to the store.
"How many teeth does a beer bottle cap have?"