"Burn my calories!" Zheng Ren, who had changed his attire, heard a childish yell before he walked into the operating theater.
That must be Chu Yanzhi. She only had calories to burn right now, having not slept all night.
When he entered the operating theater, Xie Yiren had already changed and was counting the instruments in front of the instrument table.
Zheng Ren went to perform a surgical scrub and asked during disinfection, "How much did they drink?"
"Eleven boxes each, and that was all the restaurant had." Chu Yanzhi exaggeratedly extended her arms in an attempt to describe the height of the piled-up boxes, which failed.
"They really had a death wish," Zheng Ren cursed as he disinfected.
"It's thanks to Su Yun." Chu Yanzhi was one of the few people who remained insensitive to Su Yun's charm and immediately put the blame on him. "I tried to persuade them many times, but he insisted on continuing."
Zheng Ren sighed heavily.
