Chapter 877: with translation of chapter title

Watching it was boring; the whole process went smoothly without incident; six Shou Bing were completed in about two hours. The Shou Bing connections were also smooth, giving Mu Tao a feeling that Zheng Ren had moved the set from Pengxi Xiang to the 912 Hospital.

Doing this is somewhat hasty.

The young doctors in Zheng Ren's team were clearly adept, already very familiar with this operation, and well-trained.

After ten o'clock, the Shou Bing ended, and everyone stepped down.

Zheng Ren began making rounds.

Seeing the queue behind him grow longer and longer, Zheng Ren and his treatment team, without realizing it, had already grown vigorously to a certain extent. But he himself had not yet realized it, only focusing on charging forward with his head down.

The postoperative patients were extremely stable; two patients even tried to have the ECG Monitor removed.

This request was directly rejected by Zheng Ren.

What a joke; although I'm confident in my own Shou Bing, I still fear accidents. Let's monitor first; at least we shouldn't speak until 6-12 hours post-op.

If there is any mishap, it could also prevent the patient from suffering hemorrhagic shock as if falling asleep, ultimately leading to the patient's death—a Tragedy.

Being a doctor, one always has some obsessive-compulsive tendencies, and moreover, it's an obsessive-compulsive tendency of pessimism.

In everything, one must always consider the worst possible outcome.

The longer one stays in the martial world, the smaller one's courage.

Stepping out of the ward, I glanced at the time; it was already nearly 11 o'clock.

"Lao Mu, have a bite to eat; come back this Afternoon to continue working," Zheng Ren said.

Mu Tao didn't mind; after all, one always has to eat lunch, and learning TIPS Surgery doesn't lose this moment.

Su Yun also didn't look for a particularly good place; it's said that Chang Yue and Xiao Yi Ren tried it, and there's a fly-infested eatery around the Hospital that serves particularly authentic Dong Bei cuisine.

Zheng Ren, Su Yun, Mu Tao, and the professor changed clothes and went to lunch. Because Mu Tao was there, Chang Yue and Xiao Yi Ren, not being familiar with him, refused to go together.

Although Su Yun had never been there before, following Chang Yue's instructions, she quickly found this eatery.

"Lao Mu, have you ever eaten Dong Bei cuisine?" Su Yun asked.

"I've eaten it a few times; I think it's alright." Mu Tao had no particular fondness for Dong Bei cuisine; in Pengcheng, he often ate Cantonese and his hometown's Hunan cuisine.

But eating it occasionally is fine.

"Looking at your expression, I know you definitely ate fake Dong Bei cuisine." A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Su Yun's mouth: "Dong Bei cuisine's most famous dish is sweet and sour pork."

"Hmm, I've tried it." Mu Tao said: "It's sweet and sour, with a bit of crunch."

"They all said you ate fake 【stuff】. I ask you, does sweet and sour pork sound rustic? Do you know what it was called when it first appeared?"

"……" Mu Tao shook his head.

"Harbin, also called the Oriental Little Paris. Sweet and sour pork originated in Harbin and became famous worldwide. Initially, sweet and sour pork was called French syrup-flavored soft-fried pork chop."

"French syrup-flavored soft-fried pork chop?" Zheng Renxian was stunned.

As a genuine Dong Bei native, he had never even heard this name. Su Yun, this guy, really can spout nonsense.

"Doesn't calling it this name sound much more high-end and grandiose?" Su Yun laughed heartily and entered the eatery.

Just before lunchtime, only one table of guests was seated here.

The boss's wife brought over the menu and warmly greeted them.

"In Dong Bei, only an older sister who wears mink and peels garlic can do that; only someone who can make sweet and sour pork can be the big brother's woman." Su Yun said while ordering dishes, spouting nonsense.

Stewed pork with vermicelli, sweet and sour pork, pickled vegetable powder, Dong Bei wide noodles, Su Yun casually ordered a few dishes and directly asked for rice.

This Afternoon, we still need to see patients in the General Surgery Department and the Xiao Hua Nei Ke; additionally, post-op patients in the Interventional Department will be discharged the day after tomorrow, and new patients need to be contacted.

Work has entered a routine; the workload will surely keep increasing; the noon work meal is just a quick bite.

Besides, Mu Tao doesn't drink alcohol, and Su Yun can't be bothered to spend too much time eating with him.

While waiting for the dishes, the professor took out a small portable notebook and started muttering.

"Fugui'er, what are you doing?" Su Yun asked.

"Studying Chinese characters." The professor said, "It's especially hard to write, really a pain in the nose."

"If you want to learn Chinese characters, you need to start with Explaining Characters and Analyzing Scripts." Zheng Ren said.

"Don't listen to the boss; if you start from that book Explaining Characters and Analyzing Scripts, you'll definitely only touch the threshold after a year." Su Yun directly denied Zheng Ren's statement.

Mu Tao found these few people really interesting; Professor Rudolf Wagner's great reputation, he had known it long ago. He never expected that upon meeting, he would be a German with a mouth full of Dong Bei coarse grain flavor.

Now they actually want to learn to write Chinese characters? For Professor Rudolf Wagner, it seems useless. Writing medical records here also wouldn't need him.

"Hmm, I know." Professor Rudolf Wagner obviously had his own thoughts: "Chang Yue told me that learning Chinese characters requires grasping their inner meaning. Moreover, I don't want to learn too much; studying cuneiform is really difficult. As long as I can understand medical records, reaching this level is enough."

"Listening to Chang Yue, you'll definitely be made stupid." Su Yun sneered and said.

Chang Yue wasn't there, so a retort was just a retort.

If she were present, Su Yun wouldn't dare say that.

The professor merely smiled, without refuting Su Yun's words.

Looking at his appearance, Su Yun took the professor's little notebook, found two characters, and asked: "What is the inner meaning of these two characters?"

Professor Rudolf Wagner thought for a moment and said: "On a quiet night, I myself stayed in a remote corner; bright moonlight shone around me. It makes me think of the moon and the stars in the sky, illuminating my inner moral."

"Stop!" Su Yun hurriedly told the professor to shut up, really afraid this guy would bring up other religious faith matters.

Usually retorting the professor a few sentences is fine, but when it comes to this matter, Su Yun doesn't retort him, feeling uneasy inside. If she really did retort, that would be the professor's bottom line.

Therefore, not getting involved is best, so as not to let everyone lose face.

Su Yun's retorts toward people have never caused trouble, which also makes sense.

Su Yun sneered and asked: "Is that how you learn Chinese language and characters? I just said it's unreliable."

"What characters?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.

"Boss, guess what character can make Fugui'er feel that the surroundings are like frost-covered moonlight, and let him sense inner moral?"

Mu Tao looked at Su Yun, given his understanding of Su Yun…… this guy definitely set a trap, waiting to be hooked.

"Such a romantic word?" Upon hearing Su Yun's description, Zheng Ren suddenly thought that if he had the chance to take Xiao Yi Ren for a moonlit walk, that would also be great.

Moonlight shone on her body, pure and spotless; how much beauty there is in the world...

"Hey!" Seeing Zheng Ren dazed, Su Yun immediately said: "I'm asking you."

"I don't know." Zheng Ren also didn't want to bother thinking, Directly Say.

"Bladder." Su Yun said expressionlessly.

"Pfft..." Mu Tao burst out laughing.