Chapter 926: 907 Vomiting, that's an advanced skill

907 Vomiting, that's an advanced skill.

"Evening, where are you guys going to eat?" Xiao Yi Ren saw Zheng Ren receive a WeChat message, glanced at the time, and asked somewhat reluctantly.

Since it wasn't a gathering of our own people, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue didn't follow along. Although they still wanted to go shopping, it was getting late, so they should head out.

"It's said to be a guesthouse on that side of Hujia Lou, with no storefront and no sign." Zheng Ren said.

"It's Japanese cuisine." Xie Yiren said: "Their Japanese food is pretty good, and the sake is supposedly good too. I don't drink alcohol, so I haven't experienced it."

Zheng Ren recalled the time he and Xiao Yi Ren ate Japanese food in Hai Cheng; they drank less than half a bottle of sake, and she got drunk.

He chuckled to himself.

But Xiao Yi Ren knowing where it is is the best.

"The friend of the shop's boss opened an izakaya next door… calling it a bar would be more fitting. It's relatively quiet, suitable for chatting after a meal. But I think it's not suitable for you—come back early after eating." Xiao Yi Ren reminded.

Zheng Ren nodded vigorously.

He got in the car and headed toward Hujia Lou. The road was packed with traffic, so they couldn't go fast, and Zheng Ren wasn't in a hurry—actually, deep down he still didn't like big group meals, especially having to see Zhao Yunlong.

After returning from the front lines, Zheng Ren and Su Yun had an unspoken agreement never to mention Zhao Yunlong. That day at the airport in Rongcheng, seeing Zhao Yunlong packing up the belongings of fallen comrades, the two of them kept avoiding him.

He tried not to dwell on unhappy things, so life would get a bit better; Zheng Ren did this unconsciously.

Arriving at Hujia Lou, Xiao Yi Ren, familiar with the way, led Zheng Ren to the guesthouse, told him the entrance, and then left.

Watching the red Volvo disappear from sight, Zheng Ren then entered the guesthouse with a feeling of loss.

The restaurant was set up inside the guesthouse, with no sign—people in big cities really know how to have fun, Zheng Ren thought. In Hai Cheng, that would be absolutely impossible.

Going to the room Su Yun had told him about, Zheng Ren opened the door and entered.

Zhao Yunlong, Fang Lin, and Su Yun had already arrived, sitting cross-legged at the table, chatting about something.

Seeing Zheng Ren come in, Fang Lin enthusiastically stood up to greet him.

"Chief Zheng, you managed to find it—I was even going to come down to pick you up." Fang Lin laughed.

"Yi Ren has been here; she brought me here."

"What did I just say?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and Fang Lin, then said contemptuously, "We'll have to drink a penalty later."

Zhao Yunlong looked rather exhausted, lacking the vigorous, heroic spirit he had when he first came to the capital; instead, he had become much steadier.

Zheng Ren just smiled, counting it as a greeting to Zhao Yunlong. After sitting down, they waited for the dishes and began chatting. As for why Zhao Yunlong looked so exhausted and where he had been lately, those were topics everyone deliberately avoided.

Su Yun was only interested in drinking; it seemed Zhao Yunlong was also there to get drunk.

After getting thoroughly drunk today, he'll still be a fine man when he gets up tomorrow.

But Fang Lin was in for a rough time.

Zheng Ren doesn't drink alcohol, and everyone present knew that; no one was pressuring him to drink. However, Fang Lin could hold a little liquor—his tolerance wasn't as high as Su Yun's, and even compared to Zhao Yunlong he was far weaker.

One bottle of sake each was placed on the table; Su Yun poured himself a cup and drank it first.

After the sake went down his throat, seeing his rich and vivid expression, Zheng Ren suspected that this guy's life peak would only be at the drinking table, certainly not at a Nobel Prize award ceremony.

Fang Lin lamented, "I only have this one bottle; any more would be impossible."

"Coward, worst case you just vomit—you'll get used to it if you keep throwing up." Su Yun looked down on Fang Lin.

"It's really unpleasant; tomorrow there are twelve thoracoscopic procedures." Fang Lin worried.

The surgical volume of 912 returned to normal as the personnel from the front lines came back. This was only the lung segmentectomy cases handled by Fang Lin's team; for the entire thoracic surgery department, the surgical volume was enormous to an astonishing degree.

"Don't worry, it's fine." Su Yun said with a smile.

Seeing his smile, Zheng Ren felt that Fang Lin was about to have bad luck.

"After you drink too much, your body sends danger signals to the brain, then activates the brain region that controls vomiting, and puts the body into an emergency state.

Then the complexion begins to turn pale, as the blood in the face rushes to the abdomen. Blood pressure starts to decrease, the heartbeat slows, and saliva is secreted profusely."

Usually, if you vomit, you just vomit; but Su Yun's detailed description of vomiting would be unbearable for a few ordinary people.

But the four people at the table are all elite clinical physicians—the kind who can eat a meal while facing a cadaver instructor—who would feel uncomfortable hearing these words?

"Millions of tiny receptors in the stomach lining constantly monitor its contents, then the brain receives the information, processes it, and turns it into your senses." Zhao Yunlong added on the side.

Usually stern Zhao Yunlong, sitting at the wine table, also began to act carelessly.

"In other words, you keep telling yourself you can only drink one bottle; then your brain will make a harmful judgment about the signals transmitted from the stomach's receptors, and start deciding whether to vomit or not.

Su Yun smiled and added, "Then the brain sends orders to the muscle tissue; the preparatory stage for vomiting is complete, and it's about to begin.

"It's not imagination; the liver just has a limited amount of enzymes to metabolize alcohol." Fang Lin was very troubled, "Besides, he hasn't eaten anything yet, which would make vomiting even more likely.

"No way." Su Yun radiated a pleasant aura, poured himself another cup, drank it down with satisfaction, and said, "That's just your subconscious; don't worry about it.

"Even if there's nothing in the stomach, if you need to vomit you can still do so without harming the body." Zhao Yunlong added, seeing that the two had postured themselves to get Fang Lin to drink a lot, "The stomach is empty, and the small intestine can likewise expel its contents outward. The pyloric muscle of the stomach stays relaxed, absolutely no barrier.

When the small intestine suddenly pushes back the material that needs to be vomited into the stomach, this upward pressure stimulates the stomach's sensitive nerves, which immediately relay the message to the brain's vomiting center.

"Hmm, your brain will get the signal—you can vomit now.

Zheng Ren sat quietly, listening to Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong's distinctive way of urging drinks.

"Chief Zheng…" Fang Lin gave him a pleading look.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was mentally reconstructing the entire vomiting process, even noting a rise in internal hormone secretion. Because in surgical clinical work, the biggest complication of vomiting prevention is aspiration into the airway, leading to suffocation or even death.

Rescuing such patients, Zheng Ren has experience.

If Fang Lin were to show up… he had just thought of that when he saw Fang Lin's gaze coming his way.

"Vomiting, it's an advanced skill—if you can throw up, that's really impressive." Zheng Ren said offhandedly, steering the conversation toward a distant and unknown direction.

"Uh…"