Chapter 927: 908 Part of Life (Silver Alliance 37 Inter Entertainment Li Yifei Bonus Chapter 8)

"Many animals vomit, even fish do. But some animals do not, such as mice, rabbits, and horses." Zheng Ren said casually: "Have you seen the white mice in the laboratory eat? The very first bite, they eat cautiously, feeling whether the food will affect the body."

Fang Lin was helpless; he wasn't trying to discuss these.

"If they detect poison, they usually just feel nauseous, and then they learn to avoid it, so they never touch it again. Although rodents don't vomit, their livers have more detoxifying enzymes, so their detoxification ability is much stronger than humans'."

Zheng Renyi spoke earnestly: "I think this is a research direction; if you inject yourself with a large amount of detoxifying enzymes, or let your liver carry cells that produce detoxifying enzymes, drinking alcohol will make you not vomit immediately."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Fang Lin. The clinical application of enzymology is still far from human injection." Su Yun laughed and said: "But the boss is right; when you're hugging the toilet, vomiting with snot and tears, you should be proud. This is a vomiting reflex only higher animals have."

Fang Lin really wanted to turn and leave, but Zheng Lao Ban not only didn't help him speak, but kicked him hard; this doesn't match his honest and simple persona.

As they were chatting, the waiter began serving dishes.

What Su Yun ordered was also not polite, but he didn't ask for anything strange; they were just the simple Japanese dishes everyone is familiar with.

Raising their glasses, Zheng Ren had water, and the four cups clinked together.

Thousand words turned into silence; understanding in the heart is enough, why speak and make the atmosphere heavy?

Another cup of clear liquor went down, Su Yun picked up a piece of salmon belly and said: "Nowadays many sushi restaurants really dare to cheat. A few days ago I saw a food public account promoting a restaurant, saying they brush sushi soy sauce with a brush, the handle gilded with gold foil, paired with soft horsehair, made by Tokyo craftsman Munetsugu."

"Can their words be trusted?" Zhao Yunlong began drinking, his mood rose a bit.

The two clinked glasses on their own, which wasn't too hard on Fang Lin.

"These are obscure words, as if not knowing them makes them high-end." Su Yun said: "Songshan bluefin tuna, Saga opened mackerel, No. 8 sea urchin, avocado salad salmon sashimi—what are these?"

"Yeah, they also say it's flown in. Just arrived, especially fresh. If you don't order a portion, you feel you're letting down those two words 'air freight'."

"Really? The food industry is so deep." Zheng Ren eats little; before, he ate most from the cafeteria and instant noodles.

"Fortunately I and Xiao Yi Ren are here, otherwise you'd be fooled. Boss, let me tell you, in those messy Japanese restaurants, the chefs are all bald, as if not being bald means you can't cook well." Su Yun launched into complaining mode, drinking cup after cup with Zhao Yunlong while nagging.

"They're all disciples of the Sushi God, all bald, and have been head chefs at Michelin three-star restaurants. What they make is just awful."

"I don't like those messy ones." Zhao Yunlong slammed his cup on the table, saying: "Within half a meter, whatever he says he can hear, it feels awful. You say we're chatting, and from his side comes a line—'Today's oysters are air-flown, only enough for a few people.' Even if you don't respond, you feel those few oysters are staring at you."

Su Yun clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

Those deceptive things are like a certain Tian-system hospital—looking bright and splendid, but they can't withstand any thought.

When mentioning Zheng Ren's recent surgery live broadcast, Fang Lin's eyes lit up, while Zhao Yunlong remained noncommittal.

"Old Zhao, what's that expression?" Seeing Zhao Yunlong's face, Su Yun first became unhappy. Holding his cup, he clinked it with Zhao Yunlong's and said: "Don't think Zheng Lao Ban Shou Bing will be sloppy."

"Is there really someone whose Shou Bing always succeeds?" Zhao Yunlong obviously looked confused.

"Just because you can't doesn't mean I can't." Su Yun said proudly: "Do you remember three years ago in autumn, when I saved your platform?"

"Uh... speaking of saving the platform, Zhao Yunlong felt a bit embarrassed."

But unable to resist Su Yun's showing off, he started chattering about Zhao Yunlong's embarrassing moments.

Though called saving the platform, it's not really that; just encountered a relatively difficult surgery. Zhao Yunlong originally wanted to remind Zheng Ren about the dangers of surgery live broadcast.

But seeing Su Yun's expression, he knew in his heart that Zheng Lao Ban's team, since they agreed to do surgery live broadcast, they had confidence.

His own level is half a grade below Su Yun's, so what right does he have to comment on Zheng Lao Ban's absolute?

But this Zheng Lao Ban is truly a monster.

Last time Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to Di Du, when they welcomed Su Yun, they still thought Su Yun was joking and addressed Zheng Ren as boss.

Unexpectedly, a few months later they became big bosses, performing interventional surgery, with the supporting team all German professors.

People really can't be compared.

Setting that thought aside, they drank the liquor faster and faster.

Zhao Yunlong drank three bottles of clear liquor, then refused to drink more, a straightforward refusal, not caring at all about Su Yun's grim face.

"Old Zhao, you've gone bad." Su Yun said: "You didn't used to be like this, hiding your drinking. After all these years, who doesn't know who? You don't have Shou Bing tomorrow, do you?"

"Tomorrow there's a hospital-wide case discussion of difficult cases; if I go hungover, it'll definitely be bad." Zhao Yunlong said frankly.

He knows his own alcohol tolerance: three bottles, one and a half jin of clear liquor is just right, not enough to make him hungover tomorrow morning.

"What patient? Making a big fuss." Su Yun was still very interested in Cardiothoracic Surgery; seeing Zhao Yunlong's definite answer, he didn't rush him, just asked about the condition.

"A 35-year-old male patient, over the past year developed chest tightness and shortness of breath, difficulty breathing. Examination found tricuspid valve insufficiency." Discussing the patient's case at the dinner table felt completely natural, as if this were part of life.

"Need surgery?"

"That's a question. Based on the patient's tricuspid valve not closing properly, surgery is needed. But the patient has myocardial fatty degeneration, dilated cardiomyopathy; I feel the condition isn't that simple. Tomorrow we'll first discuss internally in the department; if no conclusion, then a hospital-wide case discussion."

"So young, already has myocardial changes? And fatty degeneration? Are you sure?" Su Yun's eyes shone bright like stars. Talking about Cardiothoracic Surgery, his attitude shifted immediately.

"Certain, so I feel it's not an ordinary change of the tricuspid valve."

"Do you have an echocardiogram?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.