"Where are you going to eat tonight?" Xiao Yiren saw Zheng Ren receive the WeChat message, and looked at the time again, and asked reluctantly.

Because it was not a party with our own people, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue stopped following. Although they still wanted to go shopping, it was not too late and they should set off.

"It is said that it is a hotel on the other side of Hujialou, with no doorstep or signboard." Zheng Ren said.

"It's Japanese food." Xie Yiren said: "The Japanese food at his house is pretty good, and sake is said to be good too. I don't drink, so I don't understand it."

Zheng Ren recalled that she was drunk after eating Japanese food with Xiao Yiren in Haicheng.

A smirk in my heart.

But Xiao Yiren knows where she is, it is the best.

"The friend of the owner of that store opened an izakaya next to him... It is more suitable to call a bar. It is quieter and suitable for chatting after dinner. However, I don't think it is suitable for you, so I will come back soon after dinner." Xiao Yiren reminded.

Zheng Ren nodded vigorously.

He got in the car and drove all the way to Hujialou. There were many cars on the way, and the speed was not enough, so Zheng Ren was not in a hurry. In fact, deep down he still didn't like the situation where many people had dinner together, especially to see Zhao Yunlong.

When he came back from the front line, Zheng Ren and Su Yun had a tacit understanding and never talked about Zhao Yunlong. That day, when he left the airport in Rongcheng, he saw Zhao Yunlong packing up the items of his comrades who died, Zheng Ren and Su Yun were escaping.

You should try to think less about unhappy things, so that your life will be better. Zheng Ren subconsciously did this.

When he arrived at Hujialou, Xiao Yiren, familiar with the road, took Zheng Ren to the hotel and told him where to get in, and then left.

Seeing the red Volvo disappearing from sight, Zheng Rencai entered the hotel with a loss.

The hotel is located in a hotel and there is no sign yet. People in big cities are really good at playing, Zheng Ren thought to himself. This is absolutely impossible in Haicheng.

When he came to Su Yun told his room, Zheng Ren opened the door and went in.

Zhao Yunlong, Fang Lin, and Su Yun were already here, sitting cross-legged at the table, talking about something.

Seeing Zheng Ren coming in, Fang Lin stood up enthusiastically and greeted him.

"Mr. Zheng, can you find it? I also said I would go down to pick you up." Fang Lin said with a smile.

"Yiren has been here, she brought me."

"Look at what I said?" Su Yun glanced at Zhao Yunlong and Fang Lin, and said contemptuously: "I'll punish you for drinking later."

Zhao Yunlong looked more haggard. He didn't have the flying and tough aura he had when he first came to the imperial capital, but he was much calmer.

Zheng Ren just smiled and said hello to Zhao Yunlong. After sitting down, he waited for the food to serve and started chatting. As for why Zhao Yunlong is so haggard and where he has been recently, it is a topic that everyone deliberately avoids.

Su Yun is only interested in drinking, and it seems that Zhao Yunlong is also here to get drunk.

I am drunk today, but I will still be a hero when I get up tomorrow.

But Fang Lin was in trouble.

Zheng Ren doesn't drink alcohol. Everyone present knew that, and no one forced Zheng Ren to drink. But Fang Lin can drink a little, not to mention Su Yun's alcohol tolerance, even Zhao Yunlong is much worse.

Each person put a bottle of sake next to the table, and Su Yun poured himself a drink.

After the wine fell into his throat, seeing the rich and wonderful expressions on his face, Zheng Ren suspected that the peak of this guy's life would only be at the table, and it would definitely not be the Nobel Prize Awards.

Fang Lin said distressedly: "I only have this bottle, no matter how much I have, it won't work."

"A coward, at worst, you can just vomit. If you vomit, you will get used to it." Su Yun despised Fang Lin.

"It's very uncomfortable. There are twelve thoracoscopy tomorrow." Fang Lin was distressed.

The number of surgery for 912 was restored to normal as the people who went to the front line returned. This was just the segmental resection of Fang Lin's group, and the total number of surgery was even more terrifying.

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

Seeing his smile, Zheng Ren felt that Fang Lin was in trouble.

"After you drink too much, your body will send red flags to the brain, then activate the brain area in charge of vomiting, and set the body to an emergency.

Then my face began to pale because all the blood on my face would flow to my stomach. My blood pressure began to drop, my heartbeat slowed down, and my saliva began to secrete a lot."

Usually, he vomits after vomiting, but Su Yun described vomiting so carefully, if he had sat a few ordinary people, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

But the four people on the table were all elites in clinical medicine. Who would feel uncomfortable with these words when facing the kind of people who could eat at the general teacher?

"Millions of tiny receptors in the stomach keep monitoring the contents of the stomach, and then the brain will obtain information, which will become your senses after processing." Zhao Yunlong added.

Zhao Yunlong, who was usually very serious, sat at the table and was not at all concerned about four or six.

"That is, you repeatedly tell yourself that you can only drink one bottle of wine, and then your brain will make harmful judgments about the information transmitted by the receptors in your stomach, and then start to decide whether to vomit or not."

Su Yun smiled and added: "Then the brain will give orders to the muscle tissue. The preliminary preparations for vomiting will be completed and it will begin soon."

"It's not imagination, it's because the liver metabolizes alcohol so many enzymes." Fang Lin was very upset, "And now I haven't eaten anything, so it's probably easier to vomit."

"No." Su Yun exuded a pleasant atmosphere all over his body, poured a glass of wine for himself, drank it happily, and said, "That's your subconscious mind, don't care about these things."

"Even if there is nothing, you can still vomit it and it will not cause damage to the body." Zhao Yunlong added. It seemed that the two of them had set their sights and wanted to drink Fang Lin too much. "The stomach is empty, and the small intestine can also pour out the things inside. The muscles of the pyloric part of the stomach will remain loose and there will definitely be no roadblocks.

When the small intestine suddenly pushes back the thing that needs to be vomited back to the stomach, the bottom-up pressure will stimulate the sensitive nerves in the stomach, and these nerves will immediately report the news to the vomiting area of ​​the brain."

"Well, your brain will get information and you can vomit."

Zheng Ren sat quietly and listened to Su Yun and Zhao Yunlong's unique urge to drink.

"Mr. Zheng, you..." Fang Lin cast a look of help.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren was reconstructing the entire process of vomiting in his mind, and even the hormone secretion in his body increased. Because in surgical clinical work, the biggest complication of preventing vomiting is that it is aspiration into the airway, resulting in asphyxiation and even death.

Zheng Ren is experienced in rescuing such patients.

If Fang Lin appeared... he just thought of this and saw Fang Lin's gaze coming.

"Vomiting is an advanced skill. You can vomit, but it's very good." Zheng Ren said casually, bringing the topic to a distant and unknown direction.
Chapter completed!