Chapter 1345: 1305 Romanée-Conti

Zheng Ren couldn't comprehend Zhou Litao's sorrow; he didn't even know that the emergency patient he had encountered would bring Zhou Litao such harm.

On a bright sunny afternoon, damn the torrent, damn the academics. Wanting nothing, hand in hand, they were enjoying endless warmth and sunshine.

Sitting side by side in the shade, a faint fragrance wafted to their noses, Zheng Ren dazedly recalled their recent intimacy.

Multiple muscle groups throughout his body began to relax, the aftereffects of massive lactic acid secretion becoming apparent.

"Zheng Ren, Su Yun asks where we are; he says Manager Song is looking for you." Xie Yiren leaned on Zheng Ren's shoulder, watery group, a simple and relaxed life was so comfortable.

"Oh?" Zheng Ren hadn't even spoken before his phone rang.

【They said, quickly write a love song, for both refined and vulgar tastes…】

"Manager Song, hello."

"I'm outside, I'll be back shortly."

"You're welcome, no need."

"Alright, see you soon."

After a few brief words, Zheng Ren hung up.

"The manager of Tang Song Restaurant wants to treat us to a meal." Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren reported for work. Hmm, this is work; from now on we should regularly report to the leader.

"Oh, that must be the boss who always supplies the ingredients." Xie Yiren, scrolling on her phone absentmindedly, said: "Why would he want to treat us to a meal?"

"His spouse was caught drink-driving two days ago." Zheng Ren said: "I suspect auto-brewery syndrome; I recommend he continue testing."

"Auto-brewery? If Yue-jie were like that, I think she'd be delighted."

"That's quite a torment, like soaking in a wine vat, with the liver breaking down alcohol all day, a huge burden." Zheng Ren laughed: "I guess it's effective after stopping oral antibiotics and treating Bai Nian."

"What should we eat tonight?" Xie Yiren only worries about two things: food and surgery.

She just casually listens to all kinds of strange illnesses, paying no attention at all.

"Let's go, head back." Zheng Ren rubbed Xie Yiren's fluffy head, smiling: "You wait in the car; I'll go up and take a look, and depending on the time we'll set off directly."

"Mm!" Xie Yiren gets especially happy at the thought of eating.

Back at 912, Zheng Ren returned to the ward, while Xie Yiren went straight to the basement.

Just as they reached the entrance of the Intervention Department, Zheng Ren saw Song Ying coming to meet them.

"Boss Zheng, sorry to bother you." Song Ying said with a smile, the slight anxiety from the past two days completely gone.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren also felt it was a bit of a bother, but not really. The real trouble was that girl whose spleen ruptured due to KISS syndrome.

Song Ying smiled: "Boss Zheng, thanks to you this time. My loved one stopped oral antibiotics, took oral fluconazole, and the symptoms disappeared."

His guess matched Zheng Ren's, and he chuckled.

Big Pig Trotter, as always, remained reliable.

"Let's have a casual meal together tonight, Boss Zheng—don't refuse." Song Ying immediately said: "There's no one else; adding just one more member to your medical team would be me."

He seemed to understand Zheng Ren, and saying that broke Zheng Ren's last hint of hesitation.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Zheng Ren smiled: "What should we eat?"

"I asked Doctor Su; they had no recommendations either, so I'll take the liberty. How about we have seafood with red wine tonight?"

"Sure." Zheng Ren didn't care either way; to him, seafood or the cafeteria's big pot of rice made no difference.

With Xiao Yi Ren around, he could eat happily; without her… he'd have no interest at all.

They entered the office, discussed briefly, called the professor, and everyone set off.

If they hurry now, they'll avoid being stuck in traffic for half an hour; the theory of relativity's explanation of time and space applied to traffic jams in the capital felt especially apt to Zheng Ren.

"Boss, what did you do this afternoon?" Su Yun asked lazily from the car.

"Just went for a stroll with Yi Ren."

"Heizi's still at home waiting for you to return."

"……" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, utterly speechless.

"Tonight we're drinking wine; guess what treasure Manager Song will bring out?" Su Yun ignored Zheng Ren and turned to ask Chang Yue.

"Lafite?"

"Lafite isn't top‑tier, just like the difference between a Benz and a Maybach; I doubt it's just Lafite."

"If it's top‑tier, I'd say it's probably Romanée‑Conti." Zheng Ren guessed.

"You don't drink, so you're not worthy to say that name." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"Romanée‑Conti, what's that?" The drinker Chang Yue didn't know.

"Have you seen 'The Mermaid'?" Su Yun's first half was taunting and mocking, but the second half had already returned to normal.

You also drink, just like that old joke about you getting hit by a monkey. No matter your myriad tricks and myriad powers, Chang Yue with just that sentence can leave Su Yun bruised all over.

"I've seen it, is there red wine?"

"It's happened twice." Zheng Ren said: "The first time was at the start, when after the bidding we were supposed to drink red wine to celebrate. Xu Ke, playing the boss, said there were dolphins in the Qingluo Bay area, a nature reserve, so Xiao Liu lost at least 20 billion, and he helped our surrounding projects gain 30 billion in value, yet we're supposed to drink his million‑dollar wine—how could we feel good about that?"

That million‑dollar wine is Romanée‑Conti.

"All nonsense; I still think Da Wu Su is delicious, really potent." Chang Yue swallowed, recalling the last time they went for that deadly Da Wu Su—neither she nor Su Yun had had enough.

"The second time was when Zhang Yuxi asked whether we really had to go up against luxury cars, villas, and Romanée‑Conti."

"Well, Romanée‑Conti is reputed to be the world's top winery, and that's justified." Su Yun added.

He already sensed a threat from Chang Yue and changed the subject.

"I don't know if Manager Song will offer this wine." Zheng Ren thought, then said: "If we're drinking Romanée‑Conti, I'd like to try a sip."

"Forget it; you can only taste the flavor of RMB, ruining good wine."

"Can I spit it out?" Zheng Ren said seriously: "People talk about spitting wine, but I've never tried it myself."

"Drink and spit? What's there to try?" Chang Yue dismissed the idea.

To her, who had never spat before, Zheng Ren's words seemed distant—far off, beyond the sky.

It's not vomiting from drinking too much; that's a kind of self‑protection of the human body. I mean when tasting wine, you sip cup after cup, take a sip in your mouth, then spit it out. You only feel the wine's texture, smoothness, and aroma, without absorbing the alcohol.

"Just you?" Chang Yue glanced at Zheng Ren, saying: "You're allergic to alcohol; you can't even have a sip, otherwise it'd be too much— that would be embarrassing."

"……" With her, there really isn't any common language; Zheng Ren turned his head stiffly.

That day, we couldn't continue the conversation.

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