When it comes to socializing, Zheng Ren is no longer as wary and disgusted as before. But after all, when there are too many people, I get a headache, and the pain is severe.
After barely coping, Zheng Ren saw that his energy level had bottomed out when he left the hospital.
It's really more strenuous than going shopping with Yiren. The energy level goes down too fast. Zheng Ren himself is really not good at this kind of thing.
Dragging his tired body home, he saw Liu Xuzhi downstairs. He didn't know how long he had been waiting. After meeting, Liu Xuzhi just smiled and said a few words of congratulations and then didn't know what to say anymore.
Zheng Ren likes this temper.
"Old Liu, go upstairs and sit down for a while. Let's have a drink together." Su Yun said energetically, hugging Liu Xuzhi's shoulders.
Liu Xuzhi was a little embarrassed, but after all, he also wanted to get closer to Boss Zheng and Brother Yun. He nodded and followed upstairs.
After returning home, I collapsed on the sofa and felt exhausted all over, even more tired than a 24-hour surgery.
Taking a look at the energy bar, there was only a little left. Zheng Ren was afraid of fainting if he didn't recover quickly.
He took out his cell phone and took a look at it. There were countless missed calls on it. It was really the right thing to mute your phone today, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Lying on the sofa, Zheng Ren began to scroll through the missed call messages, and suddenly a name appeared in his field of vision.
Uncle Ning, the person that Zheng Ren loves and hates.
Yes, he won the Nobel Prize without even reporting it to his father-in-law. How could this be possible? Zheng Ren immediately made a self-examination in the deepest part of his heart.
If you do this, you won't have friends. Forget it if you don't have friends, if you don't have a girlfriend... Zheng Ren shook his head. He couldn't even think about such a thing without his lover.
He picked up the phone, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart. He stood up weakly, greeted Liu Xuzhi who was sitting on the sofa with a embarrassed look, and walked to the terrace.
The impromptu press conference just now was organized by Director Li of the 912 Publicity Office in a decent manner. Basically, Su Yunding was at the front and Zheng Ren did nothing. But just like that, the energy level has bottomed out.
Zheng Ren moved a little and felt very tired.
I'm worried. If I wait until the Nobel Prize is awarded, will I faint and die on the podium? How about letting Su Yun go
Zheng Ren walked to the terrace while thinking wildly.
It was a little cold on the autumn night, but Zheng Ren had strong firepower and couldn't feel it at all. He took his mobile phone and clicked Uncle Ning's number to call back.
After a few beeps, the phone was picked up.
"Dad, I won the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren said subconsciously.
After saying that, Zheng Ren was stunned. Did you make a mistake? Usually I always think about how to call him Uncle Ning after getting married, but he can't just call him dad at this time.
Ruined.
There was silence on the other side of the phone. I think Uncle Ning was also shocked by this title.
There was an awkward and inexplicable smell in the air, and even the cool and relaxing autumn breeze had become much more bleak.
Zheng Ren vaguely saw a withered yellow leaf falling.
Impossible, there are no leaves on the top floor. Zheng Ren shook his head quickly, tried hard to overcome his psychological barrier, and said softly: "Uncle Ning."
"Won the Nobel Prize?" Uncle Ning's voice on the other side of the phone was a little hoarse, and Zheng Ren on the other side of the phone was a little panicked.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded to the air very politely and humbly, as if his future father-in-law, Uncle Ning, was standing opposite him.
As for what Uncle Ning said on the phone, Zheng Ren didn't remember anything. He seemed to be sleepwalking, just nodding his head along the way.
It wasn't until he hung up the phone that Zheng Ren shuddered. It's really... talking to Uncle Ning is so heart-wrenching.
Zheng Ren tightened his clothes and walked back to the room.
"Boss, have a drink today!" Su Yun said loudly with a proud look on his face.
Just when Zheng Reng was about to refuse, he saw that Su Yun had already started looking for wine throughout the room.
"Even if you drink..."
"What does it mean to be happy in life? What does it mean to exchange for fine wine? Uh... the last sentence doesn't count." Su Yun happily spoke without hesitation.
Xie Yiren held Zheng Ren's hand, his eyes twinkling with stars, "Starting from today, you should be the best surgeon."
Zheng Ren thought to himself, can the best surgeon be recognized by Uncle Ning? Forget it, I’ll think about this issue later.
What Yi Ren said is correct. No doctor has won the Nobel Prize in decades, so it is appropriate to say so. But it's not a project like organ transplantation. If I say that, I still feel a little uncomfortable.
"maybe."
"that is!"
"Well, Yi Ren is right, I am the best surgeon." Zheng Ren said meekly like a lamb.
"Boss, you won the Nobel Prize, can you be tougher?" Su Yun came over carrying a bottle of Moutai.
"I can't drink this." Zheng Ren said distressedly: "The wine tastes too strong. I feel dizzy just by smelling it."
"I know, this belongs to the three of us." Su Yun said with a smile, "Today, I will take action and make cocktails for you two weaklings."
"cocktail?"
"I don't drink Bloody Marys," the Shay man said immediately.
Liu Xuzhi had only heard of Bloody Mary, but he didn't know why Xie Yiren had such a big reaction and refused directly.
"Hey, Yiren, what's wrong with Bloody Mary?"
"The taste is too... unpleasant. I really can't drink it." Xie Yiren leaned next to Zheng Ren and said like a well-behaved kitten.
"As a bartender, aren't you supposed to make cocktails according to the guests' requirements?" After hearing Xie Yiren's words, Zheng Ren immediately accused Su Yun of his mistake.
"Okay, then I'll go out." Su Yun was happy today and didn't want to be rude. Only by letting his boss drink some wine and celebrate happily could he be worthy of the Nobel Prize.
Seeing Su Yun dragging Chang Yue to buy food and drinks, Zheng Ren remembered and muted his cell phone. Secretly, as if he was afraid that Uncle Ning's call would come in again next moment.
I should report it to Director Pan. I don’t know at this point whether Director Pan is asleep. Just as Zheng Reng was hesitating, he saw a call coming in. It was from Director Pan.
Zheng Ren has been busy and hasn't reported to the director yet. Zheng Ren is a little embarrassed.
But to put it bluntly, it doesn't matter. If the relationship is a little more distant, then it will definitely not be reported. But the relationship with old Director Pan is that of master and apprentice as well as father and son, so it will be fine later.
"Director! I won the Nobel Prize!"
There was a burst of hearty laughter on the phone, and it seemed that Director Pan was very relieved.
"I just finished my work. I had a second valve replacement today. I came down to deal with reporters. I'm exhausted. I turned off my phone on silent. I just got home."
"Yeah, talking to reporters is much more tiring than having surgery!"
When Zheng Ren and Director Pan were talking, it was obvious that they talked a lot more. They were simple and easy, and they didn't think about it at all. They just said whatever they thought.
But mostly Director Pan asked various questions and details, and Zheng Ren answered them. Zheng Ren heard the sound of incoming calls on his mobile phone. After talking for ten minutes, Director Pan put down the phone without finishing.
Then another call came in on the phone.
"Old Mu, you made the call in time. I just got home."
"Well, didn't I say it was open on May 5th? It should be expected that I can get it."
One phone call after another lasted for half an hour. Su Yun was also carrying things and holding a mobile phone in one hand while chatting and laughing with others in an arrogant manner.
When he got home, under Chang Yue's nagging, he started to make cocktails with a cigarette in his mouth.
Tonight, if my cell phone is not turned off or muted, I will not be able to sleep.
Su Yun hung up the phone, came to the coffee table with two glasses of cocktails and said with a smile: "Boss, turn off your phone and mute it. Even if there is an emergency surgery, I won't go there today."
When he talked about emergency surgery, Zheng Ren's face turned slightly serious.
"912, I won't turn around unless I leave you." Su Yun said disdainfully: "Drink, drink!"
"Wait a moment, I haven't spoken to Fugui'er yet." Zheng Ren said.
"I heard from Tang Xiu that Fuguier got drunk late at night last night." Su Yun laughed loudly, "Tell me about this guy's psychological quality. He started getting drunk late at night before he had done anything."
Zheng Ren smiled and wanted to take out his mobile phone to video chat with Professor Rudolf Wagner, but the calls continued to come in one after another, leaving him no time to spare.
"Chang Yue, use your mobile phone." Su Yundao said, "My boss's and my mobile phones are all exploded."
For this reason, Zheng Ren simply turned off his phone and finally looked at the screen. It was Zhu Liangchen calling in.
Chang Yue started sending video invitations to professors.
The meeting took place almost instantly. Professor Rudolf Wagner appeared in front of Zheng Ren with a look of hangover pain mixed with infinite surprise, and finally turned into confusion.
"Boss! Did that thing really win the Nobel Prize? I'm not dreaming." Professor Rudolf Wagner asked eagerly.
"My rich son, you are indeed dreaming now. Last night you got drunk late at night, and the micro-thrombus fell off while you were drunk, causing middle cerebral artery embolism... "
"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said with a smile. Micro-thrombus cannot block blood vessels like the middle cerebral artery. If it can block, at least... forget it, what are you thinking
"Fugui'er, why did you drink too much? I had an emergency operation today. I was in the hybrid operating room and I didn't receive a call. You didn't answer the call even though I said you did. What's going on?" Zheng Ren asked.
Professor Rudolf Wagner immediately became serious, and he said with a guilty look on his face: "Boss, I made the whole mistake."
"Fugui, you are also a Nobel Prize winner, can you be tougher?" Su Yun said with a smile.
"I can't find Dr. Mehar recently. He said that all other awards have been judged, and there is no news about our award. I think they are hiding it from me, so..." Professor Rudolf Wagner scratched his head sheepishly. Scratched his head.
"It shouldn't be recalled now." Zheng Ren said, "Who knows, no matter what, the official website has announced it, there is nothing wrong."
"Boss, you have a great nose!" After Zheng Ren's affirmation, Professor Rudolf Wagner became excited.
His hand holding the phone trembled a little, and Zheng Ren felt dizzy when he looked at it, as if he was riding a roller coaster.