The red oil was boiling, and Zheng Ren absentmindedly took a piece of yellow throat and rinsed it in the pot.
Mosquitoes and all that are just a joke.
What he wanted most was to try what the Zeiss surgical microscope could do. Even if you enter the system space now and spend a certain amount of training time, you can still do it.
But Zheng Ren was like the stingiest miser and didn't want to waste any surgical training time.
The system is such a big pig, thrombectomy surgery took a lot of surgical training time, but the final reward from the system was very meager.
But this must be spent, not a waste.
I don’t know what the rules of rewards are for Big Pig Hoof, Zheng Ren thought while rinsing Huang’s throat.
"Huanghou is getting old, stop thinking about things and eat well." Xie Yiren touched Zheng Ren and whispered.
"Oh." Zheng Ren quickly took out the Huanghou, dipped it in Sichuan sauce, and put it in his mouth.
He didn't chew it and swallowed it directly.
"Waste." Su Yun said contemptuously: "Look, Yiren, this is called cow chewing peonies."
Xie Yiren chuckled and said, "I'll boil it for you. It tastes good to you. The yellow throat just now is old, and it tastes tasteless when chewed."
"It's okay." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "The yellow throat is the aorta. The aorta is an elastic artery, also called a transport artery. Its structural characteristics are rich in elastic membrane and elastic fibers."
"Can you stop talking nonsense and have a good meal?" Su Yun said.
"I seem to be full." Zheng Ren said absently.
"Here, you have just rinsed the yellow throat, eat it quickly." Xie Yiren rinsed a piece of yellow throat and put it in Zheng Ren's bone plate, "Chew it nine times, don't forget to dip it in the Sichuan sauce!"
She saw Zheng Ren holding the yellow throat and was about to put it into his mouth, and immediately reminded her.
"Oh." Zheng Ren, like a child, put the yellow throat into his mouth and chewed hard after getting the food.
After nine strokes, he swallowed it.
"It's delicious." Xie Yiren's face was flushed, the tip of his nose was sweaty, and he was eating happily.
"It's delicious." Zheng Ren said seriously: "There are some defects in the intima, probably caused when taking out the ingredients. The thickness of the aortic tunica media is 491 μm, and there are 48 layers of concentrically arranged elastic membranes. The elastic membranes of each layer are 5 meters apart. ~15μm, each elastic film is 2~3μm thick, and there are elastic fibers connecting the elastic films.”
Su Yun glared at him.
Xie Yiren didn't think anything, and smiled like a flower.
"It's cooked just right. The hot pot base has penetrated into the elastic membrane and is full of flavor." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Originally, elastic fibers and collagen fibers are dispersed in the matrix and have no taste. With the capsaicin division In it, there are long and thin branched smooth muscle cells, and collagen fibrils and collagen fibers connect them to the elastic membrane, and the taste is quite good.”
"And chew it nine times, it's just right." Zheng Ren chuckled and added at the end.
"Why didn't you say that the chondroitin sulfate in it is basophilic and metachromatic?" Su Yun said scornfully.
"What you said is really disgusting. It's time to eat." Zheng Ren said.
Just as Su Yun was about to retort, the boss came in with several waiters, each holding a large plate covered with fruit.
"Brother Yun, a few fruit plates are disrespectful." The boss was in his fifties, slightly fat, smiling, and he spoke politely.
Especially when I call him Brother Yun, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. It's very familiar, I don't know how many times I've called it before.
Su Yun smiled and said, "Thank you."
Several waiters put down their plates and turned around to go out, but the boss did not leave. He was bent over with a somewhat humble smile on his face.
"Huh? Lao Luan, what's wrong with you?" Su Yun saw what the boss meant and asked.
"There's something wrong, Brother Yun, you guys eat first, I'm not in a hurry." Boss Luan said in a low voice.
There is no rush, Zheng Ren smiled in his heart.
Under normal circumstances, the boss will give you the fruit plate first, and if you are a good friend, he will propose a toast, and it will not be too late to discuss the matter after the meal is over, when the lady is eating dessert.
But this boss Luan was just standing there, how could he eat
But Zheng Ren didn't mind. Yi Ren cooked something for him to eat, which made Zheng Ren very uncomfortable and felt as if his hands and feet had degenerated.
"Boss Luan, what's the problem?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss, this is Luan Yingjie, the boss here. When I was in graduate school a few years ago, I performed the surgery on his spontaneous pneumothorax." Su Yun introduced with a smile: "Old Luan, this is My boss, Zheng Ren, please call me Boss Zheng."
"Boss Zheng, I've been hearing your name for so long, it's like thunder." Luan Yingjie had a humble smile on his face, and the courtesy of an ordinary small businessman was down to his bones.
"Haha, you're welcome." Zheng Ren casually picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.
"You're not polite." Luan Yingjie said: "I also have a seafood shop, and I buy some goods in Pengcheng. When I was buying the goods, my friend there asked me if I knew Boss Zheng. I happened to meet you today."
Zheng Ren couldn't bear to hear their verbosity, which was just like Dean Yan and Vice Dean Yuan speaking in official language. If they were allowed to continue talking like this, they wouldn't be able to finish talking tomorrow morning.
"Let's talk first, don't be polite." Zheng Renlue said seriously.
"Yeah, boss Zheng, I can't help it." Luan Yingjie said, "I didn't want to disturb your meal, but I couldn't get your number."
Zheng Ren was a little surprised. Is he already so famous? You also need to register your own number.
"Boss Zheng, you're welcome." Boss Luan bowed repeatedly.
"It's okay, why bother?" Zheng Ren was made very uncomfortable by him.
"My father, who is 72 years old, has recently suffered from a strange illness. He becomes dizzy after eating." Luan Yingjie said distressedly: "I just received a letter from home saying that he fell into a coma after taking a mouthful of porridge. He was sent to a nearby hospital. He went to the hospital. Just take a break, I said I wanted to observe it tonight. Am I in a hurry..."
As he spoke, he secretly observed Zheng Ren's expression.
There was almost no expression on that young face, just simple, honest and honest.
Is this the boss Zheng that Pengcheng and Xiangjiang are talking about? Too young too. Never mind him, let’s see a doctor first. Whether it works or not, you will know after reading it.
"Are you dizzy after eating?" Zheng Ren muttered. He stood up and touched Xie Yiren's head. He walked to the sofa in the corner of the room and sat down. "Are there any information and medical records? Let me take a look."
"Yes, yes." Luan Yingjie said quickly.
He went out immediately and came back with this folder in just a blink of an eye.
It seems that someone is taking the medical records at the door to save time. This person is still very thoughtful.
"Have you fainted as soon as you eat? Did you faint immediately? How long has it been for?" Su Yun walked over directly carrying a bottle of Moutai with an iron cap, "Lao Luan, sit down and say, don't be so polite. Your old waist, keep bending I have to do surgery in a few minutes.”