Chapter 482: 474 I Could Drink the Whole Wave

The Big Tycoon Skewer shop isn't far from City First Hospital; it's just after work, not quite rush hour, and the traffic is smooth.

Ten or more minutes later, everyone gathered in front of the skewer shop.

Ten people—one table would be a bit small, two tables a bit big, and besides, it wouldn't be lively.

Su Yun, following the boss's wife's suggestion, simply pushed two square tables together, and everyone sat down lively.

Since Zheng Ren was treating, Chang Yue and Su Yun were genuinely unceremonious, ordering dish after dish.

After all, the emergency department is short-staffed, and Su Yun still had to go to the ICU to look after the teenager impaled by rebar from a fall, so few people were drinking—this is a regret, though Zheng Ren doesn't see it that way.

Professor Rudolf Wagner stood enthusiastically outside the transparent display fridge, eyeing the various beers, his eyes sparkling.

"Fugui'er, these are all bland and tasteless, not good to drink. If you can handle alcohol, you should still go for the oldest kind—it's the most flavorful." Chang Yue said to the professor.

"Chang, I think you're right." The professor nodded. "Old means heritage, means time gracefully leaving its mark, each mark carrying a rich fragrance."

"Fugui'er, who taught you that?" Chang Yue wondered.

"I figured it out myself." The professor shrugged. "I've already smelled the beer's aroma, Chang—let's get started."

Zheng Ren felt as if he were watching a tragedy unfold—Professor Rudolf Wagner still has to do a prostate interventional embolization tomorrow; how much can he drink today?

I don't know how foreigners metabolize alcohol.

"Fugui'er, you have surgery tomorrow—drink less." Zheng Ren advised kindly.

"Mm, boss, don't worry." Professor Rudolf Wagner said cheerfully: "I'll only drink beer, no whiskey!"

Tsk…

Zheng Ren shook his head, deciding not to bother with the professor—let him court death if he wants.

"Boss, do you have the big green sticks?" Chang Yue asked loudly.

When the big green sticks were mentioned, Su Yun's face fell a little. He had earlier regretted not being able to drink tonight, but now that regret had vanished.

"Yes, how many bottles?" the boss's wife replied crisply.

"Let's start with four cases." Chang Yue said casually.

"Four bottles? Is that enough to drink?" seeing a big table of people and knowing Zheng Ren well, the boss's wife asked.

"It's four cases, not four bottles." Su Yun wasn't afraid of making a big deal—after all, he's limited tonight and can't drink.

As for needing that much… anyway, Chang Yue can drink, so I don't have to worry.

"…" the boss stared for a moment, then looked at Zheng Ren.

"Let's get four cases." Zheng Ren thought it over and said.

"Sure thing!" For a restaurant, drinks are the big profit—more sold, more earned.

The boss and his wife were happy, aside from a slight worry about drunken trouble, with no negative feelings.

With a reply, the boss went with the waiter to move beer from the back.

"Just four cases, no more." Zheng Ren said.

The boss staggered on his feet, nearly dropping the beer case in his hands.

Are these guys actually able to drink, or are they just bragging?

Soon the kitchen filled with the scent of grilled skewers and the sizzle of fat dripping onto the coals.

Xie Yiren sat beside Zheng Ren, a faint fragrance drifting over, making his appetite stir even more than the skewers.

Even before the skewers arrived, Chang Yue and Professor Rudolf Wagner had already downed two bottles of beer, fueled by that aroma.

Little Oliver sat on the side, not daring to drink more, just having a bottle to whet his appetite.

Su Yun lowered his head slightly, smiling through his black hair as he watched the professor court death, a look of schadenfreude on his face.

Soon, a big bunch of skewers arrived.

"When will spring flowers and autumn moon end? The past is all in eating barbecue!" Su Yun raised his cup first—it was cola, bubbling—and said loudly, "Xiao Min, don't worry, put all these unhappy things in the drink; when it's gone, we'll turn the page."

Having said that, Su Yun tossed back his cola in one gulp.

Chang Yue said nothing, picked up a bottle of the big green stick, clinked it with the professor and Little Oliver, then downed it in one go.

Zheng Ren felt that when Chang Yue drinks, his throat is definitely open and lacks nerves, so it won't be irritated.

Thus a passage forms from the bottle through mouth, esophagus, and stomach—equivalent to pouring beer straight into the gut.

Professor Rudolf Wagner happily drank a bottle, holding a skewer, took a sip, and said, "Boss, compared to the liquor back home, this is too weak—I can't drink much."

Saying that, he waved his skewer, pointed at the four cases of big green sticks, and declared boldly, "I could drink the whole batch myself." (Note 1)

Zheng Ren watched the professor court death, smiled, didn't engage him, and whispered to Xie Yiren about what happened this afternoon.

After a few bottles of the big green stick, Professor Rudolf Wagner's enthusiasm rose, and his drinking speed quickened.

The only difference is that he still has to swallow when he drinks, whereas Chang Yue needs none.

Zheng Ren noticed that Chang Yue had somehow taken off his shoes and placed a towel on the floor.

This isn't drinking from a crate—it's drinking while standing on a towel. Zheng Ren recalled the day Chang Yue made Su Yun drink too much, her bare feet pressing on the marble floor of the emergency building, leaving clear footprints.

Amid the chatter and laughter, Zhong Min's tension eased; she sipped her drink little by little and gradually grew happy.

In less than an hour, the four cases of big green sticks were drained to the last drop.

Little Oliver was already feeling the effects, but could still control his actions and emotions, waving his hands repeatedly to refuse Chang Yue, indicating he couldn't drink any more.

Meanwhile, Professor Rudolf Wagner could hold far more liquor than Little Oliver, his blond hair flowing, cheerfully raising bottle after bottle, drawing the attention of nearby diners.

"Chief Zheng, want another round?" Chang Yue, knowing tomorrow's surgery, weighed the pros and cons before asking Zheng Ren's opinion.

Zheng Ren felt helpless, looking at the professor.

This guy's already had too much—he might not be able to control himself. But Zheng Ren isn't the type to control people; if they want to drink, let them drink. Anyway, the patient was brought in by the professor, so Zheng Ren isn't worried about a medical accident.

"Boss, in life, only fine wine and the bright moon must not be wasted." Professor Rudolf Wagner said, "Let's have another drink."

"Who taught you that again?"

"Yun Ge'er taught me." The professor said honestly.

Su Yun glared at him.

"There's still surgery tomorrow, you sure you're okay?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Don't worry, Boss, I've got it covered!" Professor Rudolf Wagner slapped his chest, seeing Zheng Ren nod, he quickly shouted: "Waiter, bring another four boxes of the big green sticks!"

The pure Dong Bei accent drew even more attention.

These folks really can drink—the owner of the Da Heng Xiao Chuan stall was both happy and worried.

The happiness was because the income would increase by a few hundred.

The worry was because too many people got drunk and caused trouble, affecting business.

But she still had someone bring up four boxes of the big green sticks.

The waiter wanted to clear the empty boxes, but Su Yun wouldn't let him. He mischievously had the waiter stack eight boxes of beer beside the table, which was especially eye-catching.

After more than an hour, Su Yun left first.

Although the ICU had professional doctors looking after the patients, Su Yun looked down on their skill.

Doing his own surgery and then checking the ICU himself was also Su Yun's habit.

Especially since the boy's injuries were severe, bleeding from many capillary networks went undetected due to hemorrhagic shock. There will definitely be postoperative fluctuations in his condition, which Zheng Ren paid close attention to.

Su Yun left, feeling some regret and reluctance, plus some curiosity—curious whether Professor Rudolf Wagner would be drunk into a dog by Chang Yue today.

His departure didn't affect the drinking party at all.

Perhaps because everyone was familiar with each other, Zheng Ren didn't find the drinking party boring either.

Mainly… Zheng Ren and Su Yun generally thought the same: they wanted to see what Professor Rudolf Wagner looked like drunk. Even more curious was whether he'd still be able to perform surgery tomorrow.

The patient for the prostate surgery had taken the train from Germany to Hai Cheng; if he got delayed by a bout of drinking, the professor's face would probably not look good.

And the professor was now beyond excited; he put his arm around little Xiao Aolifu's shoulder, spitting as he spoke: "Xi Bao'er, let me tell you, Boss's surgery is damn impressive—if you have time, you can stay and learn from him."

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Note 1: "The whole wave" means everything. Legend has it that many years ago, there was a fire in the Greater Khingan Mountains. When reporting the fire, the reporter, in a hurry, slipped into Northeastern dialect, saying, "The whole wave is on fire."