Chapter 483: with translation of chapter title

475 This cup, a toast to tomorrow!

Little Oliver kept nodding; whether he actually believes it or not, nobody knows.

By this point, everyone had basically reached their limit, and they were all disciplined enough to stop drinking. Only Chang Yue and Professor Rudolf Wagner were still guzzling bottle after bottle.

The professor's enthusiasm kept rising; this stuff must be extra, Zheng Ren judged.

His speech was garbled, with various Dong Bei dialect pouring out; Zheng Ren had to think a moment to understand what the professor was saying.

I only hope he doesn't delay tomorrow's surgery.

"Fugui'er, go to the car and get my violin!" As he got into the mood, Professor Rudolf Wagner patted Little Oliver's shoulder and loudly said: "Drinking happily, how could we lack music? On a night like this, beer and music go best together!"

I go... this guy's treating this place like a bar?

Zheng Ren watched the professor clean off a skewer, wipe his mouth with a napkin, tidy his hair, and sway as he stood up.

Little Oliver had already drunk too much, swaying side to side.

The female international student serving as translator hurriedly had them sit down, then ran out and came back carrying the violin case.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's blond hair flowed; he took the violin case, didn't open it directly, but gently stroked the case with his hand.

"Boss, this is my lover; I can't be parted from her for my whole life." Professor Rudolf Wagner said romantically.

Zheng Ren didn't speak, just nodded.

Hope the professor doesn't drop his little lover.

It was mealtime, and the skewer shop was already packed.

Originally, this side stacked eight cases of big green bottles, already eye-catching. Now the blond, blue-eyed foreigner also wants to play violin, and everyone's gaze gathered, curiously looking.

"Fugui'er, hurry up, after playing the violin keep drinking." Chang Yue, on the side, used his teeth to open a bottle of big green bottle and poured it in.

"Next, I will perform for everyone…… hic…… perform a Mendelssohn E minor violin concerto." Professor Rudolf Wagner said elegantly; if not for that hic, he would have successfully shown off, and perfectly so.

Playing a Mendelssohn violin concerto at this roadside skewer stall, the contrast is like heaven and earth, itself being the best material for showing off.

Hearing a foreigner speak very standard Chinese saying he will perform a Mendelssohn E minor concerto, everyone present gave enthusiastic applause, whether they knew Mendelssohn or not.

That doesn't matter; everyone came out to eat skewers, isn't it just for the liveliness?

Little Oliver brought a chair for Professor Rudolf Wagner; the professor took out his violin, looked around, as if he were in Vienna's golden hall, elegantly bowed, his blond hair flowing, pleasing to the eye.

He then sat on the chair, clamped the violin under his chin, and began to play.

The melody was lingering and graceful, clear, lingering, joyful, smooth.

Zheng Ren didn't have this refined bone; seeing Xie Yiren listening entranced, he asked: "Yi Ren, can you play?"

"I studied for a while as a child, later passed the Royal Academy professional grade eight, then didn't continue. Last year a troupe invited me, I thought it too far and refused. The key is I don't like it; I still prefer to be a surgical instrument nurse." Xie Yiren replied softly, her voice soft and entrancing.

"Royal…… still grade eight?" Zhong Min heard, shocked, covered her mouth.

"Entertainment is just entertainment." Xie Yiren said with a chuckle.

"Is it that impressive?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Chief Zheng, violin specialization, domestic grading isn't unified. The China Conservatory divides 1-9 levels, the Shanghai Conservatory divides 1-12 levels. There's also a distinction between professional and amateur. But the Royal……" Zhong Min praised, "Yi Ren, the group looking for you is professional, right?"

"Mm." Xie Yiren nodded slightly.

"Then why don't you go! Why still be a surgical instrument nurse here." Zhong Min exclaimed in surprise.

"It's boring; I think watching surgery is more fun."

"..."

Zheng Ren was also speechless, but he had already prepared himself mentally since meeting Xie Yiren in the Emergency Department corridor.

"How is the professor's level?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Among amateurs, it's considered fairly good." Xie Yiren said.

Amateur…… well, okay.

The piece Professor Rudolf Wagner played entered its coda, but he still wanted more; after the coda, the melody shifted, becoming ethereal and tranquil.

"This is a piece from Secret Garden, called 'When It Rains.'" Xie Yiren lightly leaned on Zheng Ren's arm, whispering: "I used to love it, especially when it rains; sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the rain, the notes drawn out seem to have souls. Rolf Løvland and Fionnuala Sherry are talented musicians; the Irish ethereal, elusive style in this piece is fully displayed."

Zheng Ren was sweating profusely from listening, but the scene before him showed Xie Yiren tranquil and gentle in a white dress before a large floor-to-ceiling window, playing violin, the beautiful melody mixing with the sound of rain on banana leaves.

Zheng Ren's heartstrings trembled.

It's been a long time since I felt this palpitation; if I were sitting aside, quietly watching……

Such a life is too wonderful, wonderful to the point Zheng Ren dare not imagine.

Afraid that thinking too much, once lost, he would be overly devastated.

Zheng Ren occasionally gets poetic, but this ethereal mood is immediately interrupted by cheers.

"Good!" A few people who came to eat pushed the door open, but saw a blond, blue-eyed foreigner playing a beautiful tune, and immediately applause broke out.

A young man took out his wallet, pulled out a hundred-yuan red note, approached the professor, and threw it into his violin case.

The professor showed no displeasure, but happily nodded.

Someone started, and others also began throwing money into the violin case.

The money wasn't much, mostly tens and twenties; everyone was just chipping in for fun.

Little Oliver also became cheerful.

He, who had already drunk his limit, took two big green bottles, found a bottle opener, and handed one foamy big green bottle to the professor. They clinked bottles and happily drank them down.

Uh……

Zheng Ren was very helpless.

This is a rhythm of drinking more and getting louder and higher.

But now everyone in the skewer shop is cheerful, turning tonight's meal into a party that fell from the sky. (Typo, typo… misspelled, don't embarrass me.)

Sigh, it seems tomorrow's surgery will go down the drain; Zheng Ren sighed in his heart.

But with Xie Yiren by his side, Zheng Ren feels no regret; after all, the professor is his patient. Whether he can learn prostate interventional embolization has little to do with Zheng Ren.

"Old buddies, raise your glasses! This glass, a toast to a beautiful tomorrow!" Professor Rudolf Wagner raised the big green stick, his blond hair flying, extremely delighted.