Chapter 1499

Boss, what did Qin Tang say to you? After leaving the ICU, Su Yun held her phone and asked.

"Didn't say anything." Zheng Ren expressed surprise, "He gave me a receipt, the kind for transferring money to the fund."

"He said, people are waiting downstairs in the Inpatient Department to pick us up for a meal." Su Yun said: "Is this Qin Old Master waking up?"

"It's possible, after the surgery it's been nearly 20 hours, no drowsiness or hallucinations, that side should know the condition is improving. Oh, right, Qin Old Master gave a round number, directly transferred 20 million Ou." Zheng Ren laughed.

"20 million? The payment is really generous."

"I guess he's scared, life-or-death, who could bear that?"

"I made plans with Lao Fan to get skewers, why is it so hard just to casually grab a bite with Lao Fan? Shouldn't this bunch of aristocratic heirs from Xianggang be arrogant enough to only see their chins? What's the situation now?" Su Yun felt somewhat helpless.

"Just call him to eat skewers at the roadside, it's the kebab shop right by our door. Close to home, after eating we can go back to sleep." Zheng Ren said.

"That's fine, Chang Yue took Heizi for a walk at home, then called him out to grab a bite together."

Speaking, Zheng Ren received a message from Xie Yiren; that side had already packed up and could depart at any time.

Zheng Ren thought, the Qin Tang side was indeed a bit troublesome.

"Let Qin Tang go, just say we're tired." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, I really appreciate your temper." Su Yun laughed: "These rich people, others don't know how to cozy up to them, but you just drive them away directly."

"Taking him to eat at a roadside stall is rather inappropriate."

"Then I'll just casually tell him the address and let him go himself." Su Yun said: "If he can find it, that's fate."

"……" Zheng Ren felt doing this was especially bad, but he didn't think much about it.

Xie Yiren had one car, Feng Xu Hui had one car, they called Fan Tian Shui, and the group returned to the barbecue restaurant next to Golden Palm, preparing for a late-night snack.

In the car, Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren briefly talked about their experiences going to Xianggang.

His Method of telling stories was ordinary, but Xie Yiren listened with great interest. When he mentioned Song Moyan had placental allergy, Xie Yiren's driving movements became noticeably awkward.

However, at this point in Di Du, traffic was jammed, speed couldn't pick up, and nothing happened.

Arriving at the barbecue stall, they parked the car and everyone got out. It was exactly like people who had finished a meal, hadn't drunk enough, and then wanted to get skewers and drink another round.

Zheng Ren had a slight headache.

If it were just having a meal with Xie Yiren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue, that would be fine. Adding Feng Xu Hui, it seems nothing much.

Besides Fan Tian Shui, Lao He and Lin Ge also followed along.

When eating with more than five people, Zheng Ren didn't want to speak.

A mild social Fear disorder, this is an illness, needs treatment.

Chang Yue arrived early, not knowing how long he had queued, he alone occupied a large table, quietly waiting.

Beside her, a person was negotiating with her, likely about changing tables or something.

Zheng Ren knew, if it were ten years ago when fights were everywhere, that side having drunk a bit of liquor and using the alcohol's courage to argue with Chang Yue, likely in his absence she would suffer some loss.

The current public security situation is indeed much better than before.

A few people walked over, and upon seeing Fan Tian Shui, that person slinked away.

"Boss! What alcohol is there?" Su Yun sat at the table and shouted without restraint.

In such a night market stall, if you don't shout, the boss basically can't hear the sound.

"Drink a little less, tomorrow there are other things. Li Lao's side still needs to report to Vice President Yuan. Today for the Shou Bing, I said there are still some things to think about, so I ran out. Also pre-Shou Bing, we have a few things to try coordinating." Zheng Ren said.

Lin Ge sat down, also not feeling particularly unaccustomed, he laughed and said: "Boss Zheng, do you have a grasp of Li Lao's illness?"

"Should be no problem." Zheng Ren said: "Optical Tweezers taking pathological tissue, already settled. The rest is just puncture; if we had the relevant equipment it would be good."

Speaking, he raised his head to look at Feng Xu Hui, asking: "Little Feng, ask... never mind."

Feng Xu Hui immediately said: "What equipment? Chief Zheng."

A microscope-equipped puncture needle, I guess you don't have that.

Su Yun ordered a drink, just happened to hear Zheng Ren mention this, and said: "Over in Sweden, it seems there are custom-made guidewires; boss, aren't you going to try one?"

Technique...... patent...... also need to contact Chang Feng, Zheng Ren thinks about it and finds it really annoying.

Chang Feng isn't his own company, why bother.

He smiled and said nothing.

Su Yun knew Zheng Ren found it annoying; this kind of administrative work, for a Shou Bing dog, the difficulty is SSS-level.

"Little Feng, go ask your Ma Quan, whether you want a breakthrough in Technique. If you have that drive, next time Doctor Olsson asks Boss to do something, find a chance to ask whether that Technique can be bought."

"Good!" Feng Xu Hui also knew his own product quality can't compare to multinational big companies like Lan Ke.

The main product is like this, no need to mention Technique reserves.

Boss Zheng's Shou Bing procedures keep getting more high-end, he also has some worries.

However, a little bit of worry soon dissipated. As cases of Budweiser Golden Respect were moved in, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

A young worker under twenty, tall and slim, but strong; moving three cases of beer alone isn't too strenuous.

Watching Su Yun and them drinking with friends, Zheng Ren suddenly felt quite lonely.

The more people, the lonelier he felt.

Just then, the hand resting on his knee suddenly felt a wave of warmth and softness.

Xie Yiren knew Zheng Ren's mood, she took his hand and gently squeezed it.

Turning his head, he saw her eyes sparkling, like a sea of stars seen in the desert.

The loneliness that had permeated Zheng Ren's heart instantly dispersed, warm and cozy, peaceful and joyful.

The two also didn't speak, fingers interlocked, feeling each other's body temperature and pulse, as if entering a little world of just the two of them.

"Old Fan, why don't you stay?" Su Yun lifted a bottle of beer and clinked it against Fan Tian Shui's bottle, the clear glass clink was so loud.

"Why go back to Hai Cheng to find work when you can find something here?"

Fan Tian Shui poured a bottle of beer into his mouth, the speed actually was a bit faster than Su Yun's.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then took out two bottles of beer, flicked the caps lightly with his fingers, and the beer bottles opened.

"Lao Fan, opening bottle caps without chopsticks or teeth looks really cool." Su Yun took the beer that Fan Tian Shui handed over and said with a grin.

Fan Tian Shui just gave a simple smile and basically didn't speak.

"Boss, Chang Yue, I have a question for you. Xiao Feng, Lao He, don't space out; if you can't answer, just take a drink yourself." Su Yun lifted the beer bottle, slammed it onto the table with a bang.

"How?" Zheng Ren held Xie Yiren's hand, his face wearing a sweet, lovey-dovey smile, as dog food was scattered from the operating room to the skewer shop.

"How many teeth does a beer bottle cap have?"