Chapter 1215: 1181 Black Restaurant

"You go first, I'll tidy up the equipment." Xie Yiren laughed as she pushed Zheng Ren out.

Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed, while Su Yun sighed and said, "Boss, did you really save the entire universe in your past life?"

"Er..."

"Xiao Yi Ren standing beside you is such a waste—what do you think she sees in you?" Su Yun asked wistfully.

"I might be the best surgeon in the world." Zheng Ren replied expressionlessly.

"..." Su Yun wanted to retort, but the words died on her lips.

I can refuse to admit it, but anyway my surgical skills are lacking, so it's better not to blabber.

There's no first in scholarly debate, which makes sense. Unless you're facing off directly, like in competitive sports, it's really hard to rank them.

Unless you surpass them by a whole level, it's embarrassing not to acknowledge them.

Today Director Wei even remarked that the boss's surgical skill had won him over—this wasn't just being a bit better, it was truly excellent, exceptionally so.

Forget it, I won't hold it against him.

Feng Xu Hui had been waiting in the operating room; only now did he pull his suitcase out and follow Liu Xiao Jie.

"Little Feng, is that spring ring you got today for Fugui'er?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Mm." Feng Xu Hui replied.

Zheng Ren patted his shoulder without saying a word.

"Little Feng, bring some more when Fugui'er comes back." Su Yun said: "Forget it, I'll just call him myself."

"When is Fugui'er coming back?" Zheng Ren asked.

"She'll definitely come back with Dr. Mehari—no need to ask." Su Yun said.

"Is the second-stage surgery done?"

"These past days Fugui'er hasn't been idle either—she went to the Mayo Clinic to give a teaching surgery, then rushed back to Heidelberg for an operation, all so she could return with Dr. Mehari." Su Yun knew the professor's schedule like the back of her hand.

Upon reaching the changing room, they didn't rush to change; the three first lit a cigarette. Normally they'd shower at this point, but Director Wei's side likely already had a restaurant arranged for dinner, and since it was already late, they didn't want to delay.

Sure enough, after finishing the cigarette, Director Wei's call came in.

They said it was a place called Gullyang outside the Fifth Ring Road West.

The name itself sounds greasy and heavy—probably a meat place.

Zheng Ren wasn't particularly interested in eating, and at this hour he didn't know how Heizi was at home. But if they were having meat, he could pack some for Heizi—killing two birds with one stone.

"Boss, what should we eat?" Su Yun asked.

"A place called Gullyang serving boiled lamb." Zheng Ren said.

"Eating lamb at this hour is hard to digest—Director Wei's taste is truly not ordinary." Su Yun remarked.

"Just a bite and then off to bed." Zheng Ren wasn't very interested either.

He informed Xiao Yi Ren, didn't go to the ICU to see post-op patients, Zheng Ren called Chang Yue, and set off with Feng Xu Hui.

Zheng Ren wondered whether Chang Yue had really comforted that girl, but from her tone on the phone it seemed fine.

After getting in the car, Zheng Ren first asked, "Chang Yue, how are the patient's family?"

"Not bad, nothing much." Chang Yue replied as if she'd forgotten the matter, "What are we eating tonight?"

"Lamb." Su Yun said.

"Having lamb this late? What are we drinking?" Chang Yue asked.

"Stop worrying about the drink—did you calm the patient's family?" Zheng Ren, seeing the topic drift, hurriedly interjected.

"It's fine, didn't I say so?" Chang Yue said, a bit impatient.

Su Yun also got gossipy, asking, "Boss, why are you so concerned?"

"When I went out, the patient's family seemed completely unaware of this." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Su Yun froze—this was totally different from what she'd imagined.

"Later I figured she probably didn't want to remember, or maybe the guy didn't want to either—just pretend the bottle doesn't exist and leave it at that." Chang Yue said.

"Just pretend it's not possible."

"Lots of people are like that; this is pretty extreme." Zheng Ren said.

"That bottle's been sitting for five years—just thinking about it is terrifying." Xie Yiren said.

"It's none of your business—just drive well. Don't dwell on surgery after you leave; we'll be eating lamb soon." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren glared at him, but still thought Su Yun was right.

"Have you made it clear this time?" Su Yun asked.

"Why should I have to explain?" Chang Yue's tone dragged on, like she was talking to an idiot.

On some points those two really do share a common language, Zheng Ren thought.

"If she wants to lie to herself, let her—after the surgery, the patient will probably be fine after a period of treatment."

"What if something goes wrong?"

"That can't be settled tonight either. In the short term the stimulation is too intense—be careful not to stir up anything else." Chang Yue said.

Su Yun fell silent; this time even he felt Chang Yue made sense.

"Sigh, in the end this will still cost a lot." Chang Yue said: "Their relationship is fine, they even got the marriage certificate—how to pay for this is the biggest problem."

"Money?" Su Yun said: "The biggest sum is the spring ring Fugui'er gave—I asked, and supposedly one spring ring is about a hundred thousand euros."

"That expensive?" Zheng Ren frowned; it didn't look like something he could just use whenever he wanted.

"It's not mass-produced; it's for experimental use. With a European professor's conduct, of course they'd splurge." Su Yun snorted.

Zheng Ren thought, that makes sense. But you can't reckon it that way—you can't just cash it out.

Gullyang isn't far from point 912; with it already late at night and the road conditions fine, they arrived quickly.

The navigation said they'd arrived, but scanning the street they couldn't find the shop. Xie Yiren drove slowly, and everyone in the car searched carefully.

Suddenly someone waved from the roadside, and Su Yun rolled down the car window from behind.

"Excuse me, how many of you are Director Wei's guests?" the person greeted politely.

He stood by the roadside, apparently waiting specifically for Zheng Ren's party. Su Yun smiled; this was getting interesting.

Generally speaking, restaurants with a storefront won't be terrible, nor will they be excellent. If you want to eat well and have something distinctive, you still have to go to those unmarked "black‑store" eateries.

Such places serve only regulars; the cooking emphasizes refinement, completely disregarding cost. The diners, too, couldn't care less about the price.

You don't even need to mention money; they'll naturally make it up in other ways.

The subtleties of it need not be elaborated.

Following the middle‑aged person's directions, we drove into a hutong, a small courtyard house, with a dark, shiny sign on the lintel reading 'Mao Field'.