Chapter 530: 522 Skiing on the Bus

Just got off work at this time, the diners hadn't arrived yet, and there were some empty seats.

He found a table and sat down; Zheng Ren took a look—the décor of this restaurant was a mixed style. The table was wooden, deliberately made to look a bit old. Soft light shone directly onto it, and a few Japanese-style dishes were neatly arranged.

"One serving of wasabi squid, foie gras sushi—I want two… three servings. Is the salmon fresh?"

"Miss, it was just flown in today by air cargo."

"One serving, uh… salmon belly." Xie Yiren stared intently at the menu, and Zheng Ren could see from her eyes her full love for gourmet food.

"Gilado oysters, two… Zheng Ren, do you like eating oysters?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Not bad." Zheng Ren's concept of oysters was only the grilled oysters from the Tycoon Skewers stall; he didn't particularly like them, but he didn't dislike them either.

"Then six." Xie Yiren said.

"Miss, our oysters are French Gilado oysters flown in by air, the price…" the waiter reminded kindly.

"Oh, 69 each, the price is okay." Xie Yiren glanced at the price and said: "Their Gilado oysters are quite conscientious; I've been there a few times, always fresh—you should try them."

Zheng Ren was bewildered, and nodded.

"One serving of sweet shrimp."

Xie Yiren didn't order much, but everything was exquisite.

While waiting for the dishes to arrive, Xie Yiren would introduce each dish to Zheng Ren.

What Gilado oysters are called the Rolls-Royce of oysters, the best cup-shaped oyster. Only those flown in are the best; when eating, you must first drink the seawater inside. It's slightly briny, but you get used to it.

Also, the sweet shrimp is a Hokkaido specialty; eating it gives a sticky texture, not due to spoilage but a characteristic.

Zheng Ren listened in a daze, just nodding and answering with "uh-huh-huh."

When the dishes were all served, Xie Yiren realized she had forgotten something.

She looked into Zheng Ren's eyes and whispered: "When eating Japanese food, you should drink sake. Do you drink?"

"Uh…" Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment, and the thought of three surgeries tomorrow appeared before his eyes.

Moreover, as background, was Professor Rudolf Wagner's bloodshot eyes the next day.

"Great." Xie Yiren clasped her hands and cheerfully said: "Waiter, bring a bottle of One Drop Into the Soul."

"……" Zheng Ren broke out in a sweat.

However, Xie Yiren knew Zheng Ren couldn't drink, so she only poured him a cup. The cup felt substantial in hand, the sake floated inside without a pungent alcohol smell.

"I like drinking plum wine from Umenoko, but they don't have it here." Xie Yiren raised her cup, smiling: "For Qi Feier's surgery to go smoothly tomorrow, for newlywed bliss—cheers!"

Qi Feier was that patient who would develop a clotting dysfunction as soon as she became pregnant; Zheng Ren felt somewhat worried, but Xie Yiren was in high spirits, and Zheng Ren didn't want to dampen her mood.

After their cups lightly clinked and he took a sip, Zheng Ren asked: "If I've drunk, I can't drive—do we need a designated driver?"

"I don't like others touching my car; I've already decided—we'll either walk back or take the bus." Xie Yiren said.

The lighting was somewhat dim, the sake aroma light, and Zheng Ren was already feeling a bit dizzy.

Each dish had its own character—foie gras rich, oysters fresh and plump; the two chatted and ate, laughing, and in the blink of an eye it was almost nine o'clock at night.

Zheng Ren hurried to pay the bill, scanned the code—over 1,300—and Zheng Ren clicked his tongue.

It seemed he would need to earn more money in the future; the idea that money had nowhere to go was wrong, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Stepping out of Little Lin Fragrant Sushi, the cold wind was biting.

Xie Yiren's face was flushed red; after only a quarter of a bottle of sake, she was already unable to hold her liquor. Zheng Ren, on the other hand, hadn't drunk much—just a slight tipsiness.

"Yikes, a bus, a bus!" A bus suddenly appeared before their eyes; Xie Yiren, a bit drunk, didn't care where it was headed, grabbed Zheng Ren's hand, and they both jumped onto this bus.

At this time, it was the schedule for Hai Cheng's last bus.

After boarding, there were many seats.

Because the bus isn't well insulated, the temperature inside was very low, especially the hard plastic seats, which were as cold as ice; Xie Yiren didn't sit, but instead clung to Zheng Ren's arm and whispered: "Zheng Ren, they say the last bus is haunted."

"……"

Ghosts, Zheng Ren had never seen. But at bloody rescue scenes, and during school when he participated in autopsies with pathology and anatomy teachers, his courage had become extraordinarily bold.

Well, even bolder than eating those Gilado oysters today.

"It's fine; ghosts fear wicked people." Zheng Ren put on a fierce expression and smiled: "I'm here."

"You?" Xie Yiren, eyes blurred with drunkenness, two peach blossoms blooming on her cheeks, lightly tapped Zheng Ren with her finger and said: "You've already been delivered to me; you must become the best surgeon, not go exorcising ghosts."

Her finger was soft and pliable, a crisp numbness seeping into the bone, Zheng Ren's heart and mind swayed.

Xie Yiren gave a soft, charming laugh, let go of Zheng Ren, placed one foot forward and the other back, knees slightly bent.

Zheng Ren saw her odd posture and didn't know what she intended to do.

"Zheng Ren, this is my first time riding a bus." Xie Yiren laughed and said: "I just knew—standing at the rear of the bus without holding the handrail feels like stepping onto a huge snowboard."

With the bus's jolting, Xie Yiren's body swayed lightly.

Fortunately, it was the last bus, with only one passenger seated up front, allowing Xie Yiren to play happily.

"It's just like skiing in the Swiss Alps, Zheng Ren Zheng Ren—this feeling is the same!" Xie Yiren lowered her voice, excitedly entertaining herself.

Watching Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren felt his heart so peaceful and joyful; perhaps this is happiness.

Unfortunately, this bus does not go to Haicheng Shi Yiyuan.

The longer they rode, the farther from home they got; Xie Yiren went a little crazy, the alcohol hit her, she clung to Zheng Ren's arm, and drifted toward sleep.

Xie Yiren was dressed lightly; if she were in a Volvo, the warm breeze would be no matter. But here on the bus, everywhere was piercing cold wind.

Zheng Ren worried Xie Yiren would catch a chill, so he got off at one stop and took a taxi back to the villa complex.

Here security is especially strict; private cars can enter with an access card, but taxis cannot drive in.

At the gate, Zheng Ren set Xie Yiren down, saw the distance wasn't far, and simply hoisted her onto his back, striding toward home.

The weather was very cold,

the wind was strong,

and inside, his heart was hot.

Zheng Ren walked slowly; by his ear was Xie Yiren's slightly heavy breathing; at his temples were traces of Xie Yiren's black hair brushing past; his nose was filled with a refreshing fragrance that invigorated the heart and spleen.

If we could go on like this forever, how wonderful that would be.

The lights were on at Xie Yiren's home; Zheng Ren hesitated for a few seconds, did not carry Xie Yiren back to his own villa, but went to Xie Yiren's house.

Zheng Ren knocked on the door; it was Chu Yanran. She was on the anesthesia standby shift this Evening, staying at Xie Yiren's house.

The door opened; Chu Yanran saw Zheng Ren carrying Xie Yiren back, first startled, then her face broke into a smile, she reached out her hand and gave a thumbs-up.

"Chief Zheng, awesome!"