Chapter 514: 506 On the Importance of Unified Weights and Measures (Alliance Leader Distant Tea Contract Bonus Chapter 5)

The patient was sent back, and the operating room fell silent.

Zheng Ren dragged his fatigued body to change clothes, his mind still pondering the liver cancer patient's slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.

Su Yun was right; always going to the CT Shi for errands made things convenient for me, but Zhao Jie has no obligation to always help me.

But how should I show something to Zhao Jie?

Give money directly? Too direct; Zhao Jie wouldn't want it either.

Better to give a fuel card; that would be a bit better. As for the amount, a 1000-yuan fuel card—not too much, not too little—is just right.

Zheng Ren made up his mind, thus settling one matter.

Today he did another four TIPS Surgeries, making a total of eleven; the road to success is still long.

Aside from being slightly worried about lacking Surgical Training Time, Zheng Ren was not in a hurry to complete the ultimate task of the pearl on the crown.

So tired; this Evening I must sleep well, hoping there are no emergencies. Zheng Ren once again prayed to the night-shift god, quite devoutly.

While changing clothes, Zheng Ren's phone chimed—a WeChat message.

【Zheng Ren, haven't you eaten? What would you like to eat?】

It's Xie Yiren.

Only when Xie Yiren reminded him did Zheng Ren realize he had missed both lunch and dinner.

Busy with Du Chunfang's affairs all along, Zheng Ren felt no hunger at all.

【Yeah, I haven't. Have you eaten?】

【Just went out with Chu Yanran and the others, waiting for a table, when I was called to the department for surgery. Let's eat together!】

【Okay, I'll go check on the patients; see you at the usual place.】

Replying to the message, Zheng Ren closed his phone, full of joy.

Actually there weren't many interesting patients; the critical ones are in the ICU. Still, Zheng Ren habitually took a glance at Du Chunfang's post-op condition.

Just after surgery, symptoms and various data hadn't yet appeared; only steady numbers could be seen on the ventilator and monitor.

Su Yun wasn't sitting honestly in the chair watching over her; in his view, after Du Chunfang blocked the arterial catheter, all symptoms would be relieved within 12–24 hours.

These are trivial matters.

Seeing that Zheng Ren wasn't busy either, he asked, "Want to go out for a meal later?"

"What to eat?" Su Yun replied.

"【...】" Zheng Ren had no idea what to eat.

For Zheng Ren, eating is just to make a living; as long as he's full, that's enough; he doesn't care about anything else.

Looking at Zheng Ren's appearance, Su Yun immediately guessed the truth.

Su Yun pursed his lips and said, "Not knowing what to eat, what good are you?"

"If you're not going, forget it; I'm leaving first." Zheng Ren smiled and turned to go.

"Who said I'm not going!" Su Yun caught up, greeted the ICU doctors, and went downstairs with Zheng Ren.

The two went straight to area D of the underground parking lot, where Xie Yiren, Chu Yanran, and Chu Yan zhi were already in the car, chatting and laughing.

Su Yun was obviously tired too.

The Du Chunfang matter exhausted not the body but the heart.

Along the way, Su Yun began telling the girls the story of this Evening's surgical patient.

Although the outcome so far looks decent, this cannot dispel the sorrowful atmosphere of the story.

When hearing that Zheng Ren was blocking the ICU door to buy time, Xie Yiren's eyes welled with tears; she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, full of pride.

Su Yun tells stories with a particular flair—building up, then successive climaxes, yet never abrupt or steep; each time it fits reason yet exceeds expectation, truly a master storyteller.

Arriving at the restaurant, he had just reached the part about the blocking sedative requiring a handprint.

After getting out of the car, several girls surrounded him, wanting to hear more of his story. Su Yun looked up and saw it was Xiaolongkan; his brows furrowed.

"Huh? Su Yun, you don't eat spicy?" Chu Yanran noticed Su Yun's expression change and asked curiously.

"I can eat it, just not extremely spicy." Su Yun sighed, kept blowing, and actually forgot to ask where to eat or what to eat.

Forget it; we've come this far anyway.

By now it was quite late; even though Xiaolongkan is usually packed, they'd turned tables twice and the diners were thinning.

They casually found an empty seat and sat down; Xie Yiren and Chu Yan zhi picked up the menus and ordered one after another.

"Waiter, we want a yin-yang pot." Su Yun said.

"Hey, don't be such a buzzkill!" Chu Yan zhi immediately became unhappy, "We came out to eat Chongqing hot pot, and you actually want a yin-yang pot!"

Thereafter, blah blah, the three girls launched verbal attacks and harsh criticism at Su Yun.

In the end, Su Yun compromised, ordering a mildly spicy broth.

Zheng Ren, on the other hand, didn't care, just watching and smiling foolishly to himself.

As long as Xie Yiren is present, Zheng Ren's intellect seems to go offline—not pretending to be stupid, but genuinely stupid.

After ordering a heap of hotpot ingredients, the server left, and Su Yun continued his story.

Until the hotpot arrived, Su Yun stared at the bubbling red broth, dazed.

What happened to the mild spice? Xiaolongkan's mild is this red? Looking at it, I feel like a hemorrhoid is about to flare up acutely.

A plate of tripe, a plate of yellow throat were dumped straight into the pot.

Scalding, the pot gurgled with bubbles as the tripe and yellow throat churned inside.

"Dig in!" Chu Yan zhi grabbed her chopsticks, unable to contain her inner excitement; all kinds of joy spilled out.

Since we're all our own people, no need for ceremony; everyone just started eating.

Zheng Ren wasn't hungry, but kept serving Xie Yiren dishes. Xie Yiren was initially a bit shy, but after some teasing from everyone, she gradually got used to it.

"Sigh... are you putting on a respectful facade just to torture the dog?" Su Yun's face flushed red as he kept sucking in cold air.

But even though the spice left him barely able to speak, he saw Xie Yiren giving Zheng Ren a morsel, and still hadn't forgotten to blurt out a sentence.

"You really can't handle spice—look, you can chug baijiu bottle after bottle, yet you thought you were fine." Chu Yan zhi's forehead broke out in a light sweat as she ate heartily.

"Two different things." Su Yun said, "Wasn't it supposed to be mildly spicy? How is it this spicy?"

"We usually order medium spice when we come here; even their high spice is too much for us, it's too spicy." Chu Yan zhi said with a chuckle.

"This proves the importance of Qin Shi Huang's standardization of weights and measures." Su Yun finally defined the mild spiciness of Xiao Long Kan.

Zheng Renhe and Xie Yiren had eyes only for each other, completely failing to notice Su Yun's embarrassment.

For hot pot, if you're drinking, sitting around the charcoal fire, eating, drinking, chatting, taking it slow, you could eat all day.

If you're not drinking, you'll be full in an hour.

Su Yun returned to the ICU to continue guarding Du Chunfang. In his words, no matter what, he had to let this girl live on and experience a bit of life's warmth.

Because it was very late, Chu Yan zhi, Chu Yanran, and Xie Yiren went home together. Zheng Ren was tossed out of the car early, watching the Volvo XC60's sleek, protruding front and tapered rear fade away, he felt a faint sense of loss.

That night, it was calm; Zheng Ren's prayer seemed to have taken effect.

After waking up, the sky was already bright.