Chapter 321: line with translation of chapter title

Afternoon, a patient with acute appendicitis arrived. Zheng Ren simply didn't go on stage, letting Su Yun take Yang Lei to do it, giving Yang Lei as much opportunity as possible.

Ordinary Shou Bing, Yang Lei did it in a merely competent way.

Most people are like this; for Shou Bing, it's all about skill.

Someone like Su Yun, a true monster, is really rare.

Zheng Ren never imagined how much of a monster he appeared to others, especially in Su Yun's eyes.

By the time work ended, Feng Xu Hui was already waiting there.

Doctors are busy; in fact, everyone is rather unwilling to go out for a meal, especially obligatory dinner parties. At the very least, eighty percent of doctors don't like it.

Feng Xu Hui wore a humble expression and sweet talk, calling this one 'brother' and that one 'sister', making everyone feel embarrassed.

Ma Chairman was already waiting at the hotel, just waiting for us to get off work.

Faced with Feng Xu Hui's enthusiasm, Zheng Ren felt embarrassed, called a group of people, took an Iveco to a large private room at the Shangri-La Hotel.

This dinner party, Ma Chairman had been planning for a long time.

Actually, he hadn't initially planned to specially thank Zheng Ren, this small doctor from a third-tier city in Dong Bei; it was just a coincidence, and having Feng Xu Hui here was enough.

But when he personally supervised the product's entry into the Hospital in Di Du, he seemed to constantly hear about this small doctor.

As soon as they heard it was supplies needed by Doctor Zheng Ren, they hardly needed Director Kong to say more; the Equipment Department directly approved it.

Likewise, for the Supervisor Vice President, hearing that the supplies were needed for Zheng Ren's Shou Bing, everything went smoothly with green lights; they couldn't even send gifts.

Only after that did Ma Chairman realize he had utterly underestimated Zheng Ren, this small doctor.

Whether it's because of his Technique or because he rescued a doctor, these all signify status in the Jianghu.

It seems that for Hai Cheng's thank-you banquet, I must attend.

He actually also had a headache; coming to Dong Bei, the matter of drinking was enough to worry him.

It is said that in Dong Bei's freezing cold weather, anyone can drink, just like Russians.

Ma Chairman had already suffered two gastric bleeds from drinking when he was young. So thinking about going to Dong Bei to drink, his head started to hurt.

For this, in Di Du he found two professional drinking companions to come along, just to accompany Zheng Ren well.

……

When the crowd from City First Hospital's Emergency Department entered, Ma Chairman saw Professor Rudolf Wagner and felt relieved, thinking he had indeed come to the right place.

He didn't know why the professor stayed here, but regardless of the reason, the situation is the same.

With smiles all around, everyone began to boast about business; Ma Chairman and Director Pan chatted happily.

Zheng Ren was bored, looking at Xie Yiren across the round table, and recalled the 'story' Su Yun had told him at noon.

Seeing everyone frequently raise their glasses, Zheng Ren couldn't muster any interest.

He couldn't speak, couldn't drink; life really is as lonely as snow.

Rather than attend such a dinner party, he'd rather stay up all night to do Shou Bing.

In a daze, Zheng Ren seemed to see Ma Chairman coming to toast, but Su Yun intercepted him in the middle.

A 1500ml bottle of Sugelan whisky, Su Yun drank it straight from the bottle without changing expression.

Chaotic and noisy.

Zheng Ren had nothing else on his mind, just like when performing Shou Bing facing an unchanging goal; watching Xie Yiren's every frown and smile, his heart gradually grew silent.

Ma Chairman was very troubled.

He never expected that the people from City First Hospital could drink so much.

Earlier, Feng Xu Hui said Zheng Ren doesn't drink, but his assistant seems quite able to drink.

Just an hour into the banquet, the male companion assigned to accompany guests was made to fall flat by Su Yun.

Three bottles of Sugelan whisky, guzzled like beer—who could withstand that?

That's 58.5-degree strong liquor, the kind that ignites at a spark.

Moreover, each bottle is 1500ml, equivalent to three jin of baijiu; the two of them downed nine jin in an hour……

That amount made Ma Chairman feel dizzy.

He looked with a pleading gaze toward the female companion responsible for accompanying guests.

It is said that this male companion dare not drink with the female counterpart, as he truly cannot hold his liquor.

Perhaps she could come to prop up the scene?

But when he looked over, he was surprised to find the female companion rather intimate, putting her arms around Chang Yue's shoulders as if they were longtime best friends.

Meanwhile, Chang Yue kept a straight face, eating meat on a toothpick. The liquor bottles piled beside them rose higher than a person.

Damn, they've drunk too much! Ma Chairman groaned inwardly.

No matter how, he never imagined the people from City First Hospital could drink so much.

Director Lao Pan knew full well that those two were professional drinking companions.

From the moment they entered, their speech and bearing gave them away. He had originally intended to drink heartily, but he couldn't lose face.

But who would have thought, Su Yun stunned the whole venue, downing three bottles of Sugelan whisky with the male companion. Meanwhile, Chang Yue, without changing expression, unknowingly plied the female companion with drink.

No wonder they're my troops—truly impressive!

Director Lao Pan's face broke into a blossoming smile, every wrinkle radiating delight.

This drink, drunk happily!

Feng Xu Hui ran back and forth, sweating profusely.

The meal lasted three or four hours, after which Director Lao Pan led the group away.

Seeing the two companions drunk to a stupor inside the room, Ma Chairman shook his head.

……

……

Leaving the hotel, standing in the cold wind, those with cars drove, those without took the Iveco hired by Longwind Micro-creation.

Xie Yiren didn't drink alcohol, but her cheeks were flushed, as if she had drunk too much.

"Yi Ren, I'll send you home?" Zheng Ren plucked up his courage, walked over to Xie Yiren and asked.

"Yo? Chief Zheng, you're bold today." Chang Yue rarely smiled as she teased, her big double eyelids looked bigger than her eyes, blinking as if laughing at Zheng Ren.

Today Chang Yue definitely didn't drink well; Zheng Ren still remembered the day she drank with Su Yun, when she came back barefoot, leaving footprints with every step, as if she had just taken a bath.

And now Chang Yue is still chatting and laughing, with no sign of wanting slippers.

"Hey, I've found you unpleasant for a long time." Su Yun stepped out from the side, "I haven't had enough to drink—let's go have another drink together?"

"A defeated subordinate." Chang Yue sneered.

"I'm just not good at drinking beer; don't think I'm afraid of you." Su Yun's anger flared up, as if the few bottles of Sugelan whisky she had just drunk were ignited by Chang Yue's contempt.

"A defeated subordinate, but today I'll give you a chance." Chang Yue held back a smile, looking at Su Yun, "Are you sure you want to drink baijiu with me?"

Su Yun, who always looked down on others, suddenly felt guilty.

Chang Yue, this jerk... could it be that her drinking capacity...

Some people are good at mixing drinks; it's said the more they drink, the more energized they become, as if the various alcohols automatically neutralize in their stomach.

"Come on, let's get some skewers—Yanran hasn't had any drink, come with us. I'll tell you, today I'll keep you company to your heart's content." Chang Yue, unusually lively, pulled Chu Yanran and Chu Yan zhi into the car, not even glancing at Xie Yiren and Zheng Ren.

It was as if the two of them didn't exist at all.

A crowd of people left noisily, leaving only Zheng Ren and Xie Yiren behind.

In the evening breeze, Zheng Ren faintly heard Xie Yiren let out a breath.

"Um... Yi Ren, shall I send you home?" Zheng Ren said again.

"Sure." With no one else around, Xie Yiren was still a bit shy, but much better than before.

At least the smile on her face had lost a few traces of shyness, like a fresh flower.

Getting into the car, Xie Yiren started the engine, shifted gears, and the Volvo XC60's engine roared.

The strong push-back feeling Zheng Ren had anticipated didn't appear; instead, the car drove slowly, so slowly that it gave him the illusion that walking would be faster than driving.

Xie Yiren drove with extreme gentleness, cherishing every meter of the way back.

In that private space, between his mouth and nose he could smell the faint milk-like fragrance emanating from Xie Yiren, and Zheng Ren gradually became intoxicated.

He was never good at conversation, and now he felt even more awkward, not knowing what to say.

Should he, as Su Yun suggested, put his arm around Xie Yiren like in a movie theater? But she was driving—what if they got into an accident?

What should he say...

Zheng Ren felt a black line across his forehead, faintly hearing the sound of a crow appearing by his ear, flying past, then flying back.

How embarrassing...

Is this the sorrow of a single dog?

"Zheng Ren, you're off duty—where are you planning to stay? I heard that after becoming the Inpatient Chief, you gave up your rented place." Xie Yiren asked.

Zheng Ren froze for a moment; this time he was truly stunned.

He had completely forgotten about this matter...

It seemed he didn't have much anyway; he put the few extra things with Xiao Zhao, and carried the rest of his change of clothes to the Jizhenbingfang.

Now then,

It's awkward.

Could it be that he has to sleep on the streets tonight?

No, Yang Lei is on duty; I should just go back to work.

In an instant, Zheng Ren froze, his mind racing with countless thoughts.

"I knew you'd forgotten this." Xie Yiren chuckled, "Sister Yue said you'd forget, I didn't believe her, but sure enough."

These idiots...

"How about staying at my place?" Xie Yiren's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.

Zheng Ren opened his mouth, habitually about to refuse.

At that moment, the joke Su Yun had told struck Zheng Ren's head like a heavenly tribulation when one becomes an immortal.

If he refused... Zheng Ren's thoughts instantly spread out, imagining countless possibilities.

That's just fucking stupid.

"Sure." Zheng Ren's rich inner mind was playing out, and he replied aloud.

"Hush~" Xie Yiren seemed to let out another breath.

Does this count as cohabiting? Zheng Ren felt a surge of joy, yet inexplicably a little nervous.

Glancing at Xie Yiren, she seemed to have the same expression and mood, also a bit nervous.

"I had someone clean the house today—you don't need to worry; a housekeeper will come every day to take care of it." Xie Yiren hurriedly used words to hide her nervousness, "I've prepared a few sets of blankets for you; try them and see which suits you. I was afraid you wouldn't like a silk quilt, so I specially rushed a cotton quilt made from Shandong cotton."

Wait, how is this not what I imagined?