They tried their best to avoid the evening rush, but it was almost seven o'clock when they reached Tongzhou.
Two iron shelves and charcoal had been set up. The chef in charge of the barbecue wore a mask and a white chef's uniform. He was ready to go.
The ice cubes and wooden barrels next to him were standard, like a beer house in Germany.
Rudolf Wagner and Little Oliver were overjoyed. They soaked in the hospital every day. The professor was on the verge of collapse.
If not for the Nobel Prize that supported the Professor, if not for Zheng Ren, if not for...
Seeing that the Professor was eager to give it a try, Su Yun smiled and said to Zheng Ren, "Boss, do you know how many patients the professor sees in Germany every year?"
"Probably very few," Zheng Ren said.
"His appointment for the community clinic has already been queued up for three years. Now that he's here, it's probably going to be even longer."
