"Many animals vomit, even fish, but some animals don't, such as mice, rabbits, and horses." Zheng Ren said casually: "You have seen mice in the laboratory eat food. The first bite was to eat carefully and feel whether the food will affect the body."

Fang Lin had no choice but to discuss these things.

"If it is found to be toxic, they will only feel nauseous in most cases. After that, they will learn their lessons and will never touch it again. Rodents do not vomit, but their livers have more detoxification enzymes, so their detoxification ability is much stronger than humans."

Zheng Ren made serious nonsense: "I think this is a scientific research direction. If you inject a large amount of detoxification enzymes into yourself, or let the liver carry cells that produce detoxification enzymes, you will not vomit immediately after drinking."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Fang Lin. The clinical application of enzyme science is still early before human injection." Su Yun said with a smile: "But the boss is right. When you hold the toilet and vomit with tears in your nose, you must remember to be proud. This is a vomiting reflex that only higher animals have!"

Fang Lin really wanted to turn around and leave. Not only did Boss Zheng not help him, he kicked him hard, which was not in line with his honest and honest personality.

As we were chatting, the waiter started serving the dishes.

Su Yun ordered it, and he was not polite, but he didn't ask for anything strange. They were all simple Japanese ingredients that everyone is familiar with.

When Zheng Ren raised his glass, he arrived at Baishui and the four cups met together.

Thousands of words have become silent. Just understand it in your heart. Why bother to say it and make the atmosphere solemn?

After another glass of sake, Su Yun put a piece of salmon belly in his stomach and said, "There are so many sushi restaurants now, and I really dare to cheat. A few days ago, I read a food official account and promoted a store, saying that it was a soy sauce sweeping for sushi, a handle and a gold foil, and a soft horse hair. It was written by Mr. Zong Yue, a Tokyo craftsman."

"Can they believe their words?" Zhao Yunlong began to drink and became more and more moved.

The two of them clinked their glasses on their own, and it was not too difficult for Fang Lin.

"It's all rare words, as if everyone doesn't know it is high-end." Su Yun said: "Kayama bluefin tuna, Saga mackerel, No. 8 sea urchin, avocado salad salmon sashimi, what are these things."

"Well, everyone says it was air transported. The first ones arrived, it was very fresh. If you don't order one, you will feel sorry for the word air transport."

"Is that so? The food industry is so deep." Zheng Ren rarely eats food. In the past, he ate the most in the canteen and instant noodles.

"Fortunately, Xiao Yiren and you won't be deceived. Boss, let me tell you that in those messy Japanese restaurants, the chefs are bald, as if they are not bald, they can't cook good dishes." Su Yun started the complaining mode, drinking glass after cup of wine with Zhao Yunlong while talking.

"They are all disciples of the sushi god, they are bald, and they have also worked as chefs in three-star Michelin restaurants. The things they make are so unpalatable."

"I don't like those messy things." Zhao Yunlong paused the wine glass on the table and said, "It's a bad thing that he can hear anything he says. You say we'll chat, and he said something about it - today's oysters were transported by air, only enough for a few people to eat. In this case, if you don't match it, you will feel that those oysters are looking at you."

Su Yun tugged his palm and laughed.

Those deceptive things, like the hospital in a certain field, look bright and beautiful, but they can't resist thinking at all.

When talking about Zheng Ren's recent live surgery, Fang Lin's eyes shone, but Zhao Yunlong did not comment.

"Old Zhao, what expression do you have?" Seeing Zhao Yunlong's face, Su Yun was unhappy at first. He held the wine glass and touched Zhao Yunlong for a while, and said, "Don't think that Boss Zheng will do the surgery."

"Will someone really succeed in the operation?" Zhao Yunlong was obviously a little confused.

"If you can't do it, it doesn't mean I can't do it." Su Yun said proudly: "I still remember the autumn three years ago when I saved you the Taiwan Strait."

Uh... Speaking of saving Taiwan, Zhao Yunlong was a little embarrassed.

But he couldn't resist Su Yun's show of showing off and began to nag Zhao Yunlong's embarrassing things.

It doesn't count as saying it's saving the Taiwan Strait, but it's just a relatively difficult operation. Zhao Yunlong originally wanted to remind Zheng Ren about the dangers of live surgery.

But seeing Su Yun's expression, I knew in my heart that since Boss Zheng's group was willing to do a live broadcast of the surgery, I had a clear idea.

My level is half a level worse than Su Yun. What reason can I argue about Boss Zheng's absolute?

But this boss Zheng is really a monster.

Last time Zheng Ren and Su Yun came to the imperial capital to greet Su Yun, they thought Su Yun was just a joke and called Zheng Ren the boss.

Unexpectedly, a few months later, they all became big bosses, and the ones who performed interventional surgery were all German professors.

People are incomparable.

If you let go of this idea, you will drink faster and faster.

After drinking three bottles of sake, Zhao Yunlong refused to drink it again. He refused very simply, regardless of how ugly Su Yun's face was.

"Old Zhao, you have learned bad things." Su Yun said: "You didn't do this before, and you hid your drinks. It's been so many years, who doesn't know who? Didn't you have no surgery tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow there will be a hospital consultation, a discussion of difficult cases. I will definitely not be able to attend the hangover." Zhao Yunlong said frankly.

He has a good idea of ​​his own home alcohol. Three bottles of one and a half pounds of sake are just enough, so he won't have a hangover tomorrow morning.

"What patient? It's a big deal." Su Yun was still very interested in cardiothoracic surgery. Seeing that Zhao Yunlong said affirmatively, he didn't urge him, but just asked about the condition.

"A 35-year-old male patient has chest tightness, shortness of breath and difficulty breathing in the past year. The examination shows that the tricuspid valve is incomplete." When talking about the patient's case at the table, there was no sudden feeling, as if this was a part of life.

"Do you need surgery?"

"This is a question. Judging from the symptoms of the patient's tricuspid valve closure, surgery is needed. However, the patient has myocardial steatosis and dilated cardiomyopathy. I feel that the condition is not that simple. Let's discuss it in the department tomorrow. If there is no conclusion, we will consult the whole hospital."

"Are you so young, you have cardiomyopathy? You still have steatosis? Are you sure?" Su Yun's eyes were bright, like stars. When talking about cardiothoracic surgery, his attitude immediately changed.

"Sure, so I don't feel like the ordinary tricuspid valve change."
Chapter completed!