Chapter 966: with translation of chapter title

Tried to avoid the evening rush, but by the time we reached Tongzhou it was nearly seven.

Two iron racks, the charcoal already set, the barbecue chef wearing a mask and a white chef's uniform, all set.

Besides ice cubes and wooden barrels, everything was standard and rigorous, like a German beer hall.

Professor Rudolf Wagner and little Oliver were already overjoyed, spending every day at the hospital; the professor was on the verge of breaking down.

If not for the Nobel Prize as the professor's inner obsession sustaining him, if not for Zheng Ren's hands‑on effort, if not…

Seeing the professor eager to try, Su Yun laughed and said to Zheng Ren, "Boss, do you know how many patients the professor sees in a year in Germany?"

"Probably few," Zheng Ren said.

"His community clinic appointments are already booked three years out. Coming here this time, the wait will likely be even longer."

"A few days ago on Facebook a Canadian female patient in her thirties said she felt uncomfortable, made an appointment and waited two years. Upon examination she already had late‑stage cancer; treatment would require re‑queuing, about another year and a half. The doctors there are probably about the same as the professor." Zheng Ren watched the professor pick up a large cup and pour a beer, his face full of pleasure and happiness, and said slowly.

"That's right," Su Yun said. "How enviable their life is."

"What's there to envy? Just live your life well. Speaking of which, you insisted on bringing Chang Yue over—could it be you just wanted a drinking buddy? Over the past half year, all you've done is watch girls flirt with you, yet you haven't gotten close to any of them." Zheng Ren immediately changed the subject.

Su Yun gave a hehe laugh, basically couldn't be bothered to deal with Zheng Ren.

Professor Rudolf Wagner seeing Zheng Ren and Su Yun, raised his cup high; the beer swirled in the cup, creating more foam.

"Let's go, let's drink," Su Yun said happily.

"This beer barrel is quite unique," Zheng Ren said.

"SlowBoat Youhang's self‑brewed beer isn't too pricey, the price is moderate. If Sister Lin were to choose herself, I'd expect it to be astronomically priced." Su Yun said: "Sister Lin is willing to invest heavily in you, Boss—are you ready to continue?"

"Just bring people to see a doctor, do some surgery, to make what you said about that spooky thing happen." Zheng Ren spread his hands.

"This channel, whether for doctors or local tycoons, can be called a win‑win. But for us it's a bit of a waste." Su Yun pursed her lips, smiled, and said: "According to your plan, this year you're supposed to win the Nobel Prize. By then a single flying knife will cost a hundred thousand and still be cheap; I suggest we still do surgery in overseas hospitals, or consultations—each consultation would cost 30‑50 thousand dollars."

"Consultations can be considered, but I'm not used to foreign food," Zheng Ren laughed.

"Yo, you're still thinking about food?" Su Yun said. "That doesn't sound like something you'd say."

Speaking, they entered the courtyard; Su Yun picked up a transparent beer cup and walked over.

What's good about drinking? Zheng Ren truly can't understand.

"Boss Zheng, this place isn't bad, right?" Lin JiaoJiao, who had somehow come up beside Zheng Ren, asked with a smile.

"Not bad."

The courtyard is about 200 square meters, a Chinese‑style courtyard villa; the ancient canal lies right in front, and although it's in Tongzhou, the price isn't cheap.

But in Zheng Ren's mouth it becomes 'not bad'.

He has no bottom line in his heart; aside from medicine he has almost no interest in anything else, just giving perfunctory replies.

But Lin JiaoJiao firmly believes Zheng Ren has the qualifications.

Finding someone to see a doctor, what favor to give and what return to expect—Lin JiaoJiao knows it all.

She still wants more cooperation with Boss Zheng in the future, so how could she not feel him out?

Otherwise she might offend someone without even knowing it.

"A friend's house, the person is out there with no days to come back. The key is with me; when returning, put it on Yi Ren's car, and if you have time come over for a stroll—this place also counts as quiet." Lin JiaoJiao said plainly.

"If I came here with little Yi Ren, it would be like a paradise." Zheng Ren felt a slight stir, but it was just a fleeting thought.

"Just throwing out a whole Chinese‑style villa," Lin JiaoJiao really made a big move.

Zheng Ren shook his head, didn't ask what she wanted to do, and said lightly: "No, I've been busy lately, no time. When I'm free, I'll come straight to find Sister Lin."

Lin JiaoJiao wasn't surprised either; not being able to give a gift is normal. It seems Boss Zheng has been in the capital for a while and has already formed a new assessment of his own worth.

No longer the little doctor who was asked to act as a proxy buyer for radish cubes.

She smiled, didn't force the key onto Zheng Ren, but went to find little Yi Ren to chat and grill skewers.

Close the door, and it's your own little world; this kind of place is genuinely nice.

The area is still quite large, the air is also fine; in the future, having a few kids, raising some cats and dogs, retiring here would also be not bad.

Zheng Ren found a corner, sat down quietly, and took out a Zi Yun from his pocket.

There are a few left; when they're finished, should we switch to Da Yun? Zheng Ren thought a bit, decided to wait and see.

After smoking Zi Yun for about ten years, if we switch cigarettes, would we not be used to it?

Quietly smoking, watching the laughter and chatter in the courtyard, Zheng Ren felt utterly at peace. It's not that he's unsociable; rather, just quietly watching made him feel happy.

"Zheng Ren, what to eat?" Little Yi Ren sat by the grill, playing with the skewers, having fun. Her cheeks were flushed, a few beads of fragrant sweat on her nose tip.

Su Yun picked up her cup and pulled Zheng Ren over. He always complains that Zheng Ren is too quiet; it would be great if everyone were lively together.

"Boss, have a cup, Youhang's self‑brewed beer is really good." Su Yun gestured.

"Self‑brewed, huh." Zheng Ren looked at the cup Su Yun handed over, didn't take it, and seemed lost in thought.

"Yeah."

"I recall that after brewing beer, the yeast slurry yields folic acid, which was Miss Wells's research, right? Su Yun, is the folic acid content in beer also high?" Zheng Ren's train of thought seemed constantly tied to the hospital, to medicine.

"Who said that." Su Yun said: "It's there in the yeast slurry, but speaking of it, many who do basic research end up famous in history. Those of us doing clinical work, however, are few."

"No problem, soon you too can leave your name in history. When the time comes to win the Nobel Prize, you go in my place—how about that?" Zheng Ren stared at the beer cup, having emptied his mind, and said offhand.

"Tch, this time I'm just getting familiar with the process; I'll take it myself, not ride on your coattails." Su Yun gulped down the beer in one big swig, feeling extremely refreshed.

"Boss, the mistress's skewers taste better than those at the Hai Cheng place." The professor, mouth full of oil, ate the skewers and praised little Yi Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled.

"Madam Boss, wouldn't this title be a bit old‑fashioned?"