Chapter 1127: with translation of chapter title

Director Kong quickly came down.

"Zheng Lao Ban, don't forget tonight's matter," Director Kong said.

"What matter?"

"" Director Kong saw Zheng Ren's expression didn't look feigned, shook his head, "Lin JiaoJiao said she wants to give you a welcome?"

Zheng Ren really wanted to decline, but felt embarrassed, so he nodded and agreed.

"How is Director Miao's side?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Vital signs have stabilized; neurosurgery judges their condition won't be serious."

Zheng Ren didn't see a diagnosis of severe intracranial hemorrhage on the System Panel, only worried about delayed bleeding.

For now nothing's wrong; we need to check the ICU status, but being temporarily okay is already good.

After all, in the System Operating Room, doing a simulation surgery, three minutes is already the limit.

The rest, leave it to fate.

People sigh, sincerity is all fate. You say, a big director just like…… Zheng Ren let out a long sigh, feeling uncomfortable inside. A sense of blockage rose in his chest, impossible to dispel.

"Go eat a meal, don't keep thinking about these things. If you care, just glancing at the ICU each day is enough." Director Kong advised: "Whoever is gone, we still have to live on."

Zheng Ren nodded.

It was almost time to get off work; Director Kong didn't wait, notified Lin JiaoJiao to come pick people up, while Zheng Ren and Su Yun went to the underground parking lot to find Xie Yiren.

Su Yun tossed the white box into her own locker, saw Zheng Ren's uneasy expression, and gave another round of teasing. Such petty behavior had countless points to ridicule. In the end she could only carry the box and put it in Xiao Yi Ren's trunk.

Calling Feng Xu Hui and Chang Yue, several people got into the car.

Feng Xu Hui also didn't expect that upon returning he would directly join the Emergency Rescue; now his rolling suitcase is basically empty, he feels no sense of security.

Seeing that Zheng Lao Ban was performing more and more procedures, Feng Xu Hui thought the rolling suitcase needed to be replaced with a larger one.

After clarifying the location, they would eat at a horse farm near Pangke Zhuang; Feng Xu Hui had someone send supplies, which gave him a little reassurance.

"Little Feng, your anxiety is no joke," Su Yun laughed.

"It's not that Chief Zheng is too capable," Feng Xu Hui chuckled, saying: "Following Chief Zheng, I'm always afraid that when something is needed, I won't have supplies."

"Yeah, in Heidelberg, for patients rescued with a stent lowered into the false lumen, little Feng performed especially well." Zheng Ren sat in the passenger seat, saying: "There are two supplies, very rare, and little Feng has prepared them."

Su Yun patted Feng Xu Hui's shoulder to encourage him.

Feng Xu Hui was happily foolish, but seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun's expressions were somewhat heavy, he immediately put away his smile.

"What to eat?" Zheng Ren suddenly changed the topic; regarding the recent surgery, he didn't want to think about it even for a second.

Su Yun knew Zheng Ren sometimes was a bit "timid"; this guy doesn't even want to think about Director Miao. So only he, who usually isn't interested in food, would ask such a strange question.

"Supposedly it's steak," Su Yun said. "Xie Yiren, do you like to eat it?"

"Not bad," Xie Yiren said. "I once had horse-hoof steak on the Pampas; it felt not bad."

"How many miles?" Su Yun, not unfamiliar at all, asked casually.

"Ten-mile steak tastes best; five-mile is a bit tough," Xie Yiren replied.

Talking about steak, a layer of enticing sheen appeared on her face.

Feng Xu Hui stared at Su Yun in astonishment; he simply couldn't understand what Su Yun and Xie Yiren were saying.

"Steak? Rare, medium rare, medium, medium well, well done—that's what Feng Xu Hui knows. But mileage steak? Can a length unit be mixed with steak?"

"It couldn't be that Argentine Pampas steak is ten miles long, could it?"

This thought just arose, and Feng Xu Hui immediately denied it himself.

"Yun Ge'er, what is ten-mile steak?" Feng Xu Hui asked.

"On the Pampas grassland, people stuff steak into horseshoes, then ride horses at full gallop, relying on the heat generated by friction between the hoof, horseshoe, and ground during the run to cook the steak. So the doneness of this steak can be expressed as five-mile done or ten-mile done." Su Yun said. "Sister Lin arranged for us to eat steak at the horse farm in Pangge Zhuang; I'm really looking forward to it."

"Don't spout nonsense, the Pampas is vast enough for horses to run. In Di Du, if you want to find a place to let horses run freely, it's probably hard." Zheng Ren said.

"However, the taste of horse-hoof steak is indeed good; the muscle fibers are all crushed, giving a somewhat soft texture, different from regular pan-fried steak." Su Yun said with a smile: "Paired with rue wine and Argentine red shrimp, it's especially excellent."

"Want a wandering singer on the side singing 'Argentine, Don't Cry for Me'?"

"It's really great, Zheng Ren." Xie Yiren obviously was recalling her experience eating steak on the Pampas grassland; as soon as she spoke, Zheng Ren immediately kept his mouth shut.

"That boundless grassland, sometimes I even dream of it. When I have free time, I really want to go see it again." Xie Yiren said.

Zheng Ren thought, "Should the honeymoon go to the Pampas? Actually, where to go doesn't matter to Zheng Ren; it mainly depends on Xiao Yi Ren's preference."

"I asked Sister Lin; tonight we're not having horse-hoof steak, just regular steak. But the meat is all good, prime grade."

Feng Xu Hui felt that being with Chief Zheng and this group was truly a blow; whatever he said offhand, he himself didn't know.

He wanted to ask, but still felt it wasn't appropriate.

Seeing Feng Xu Hui's expression like constipation, Su Yun laughed and said, "Prime is a standard set by the US Department of Agriculture; only 2% of steak can reach it. Similar to... Japanese Kobe beef."

Feng Xu Hui clicked his tongue, "Similar to Kobe beef?" In Di Du many restaurants sell Kobe beef, genuine or fake. If all were real, maybe a year would be enough to eat the Kobe cattle into extinction.

"Only certain parts of a cow's body can be used for steak; you can't just take any part of beef, cut it roughly into shape and pass it off as steak. Every steak comes from a specific part, cut with a specific method; if the knife technique is wrong, it also won't work." Su Yun said, then suddenly laughed, "Boss, take the scalpel Dr. Charles gave you to cut steak—it'll definitely work!"

"There are only 299 Willow Leaf Blades; remember to find time to have Fugui'er order some from the manufacturer, so we won't be short when needed." Zheng Ren, being foresighted, hadn't even thought about the steak matter.

Su Yun shrugged; his own Boss really can't stop talking about work.

He was quite troubled.

Well, talking about steak, he's giving himself work again. Although he's letting Fugui'er handle it, he still can't stop worrying about it.

"Xie Yiren, do you eat Choice-grade steak?" Su Yun stubbornly dragged the topic back to steak, refusing to talk about surgery.

"Choice and Prime are both edible; anything lower isn't tasty. I've heard there are fakes too, so I don't dare eat them casually." Xie Yiren said.

"Fake?"