Yang Ping and Song Zimo could only drink apple cider vinegar, but they drank it with the fervor as though it was alcohol.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers"
Gulping down another glass.
Those who didn't know the truth would surely believe they were witnessing the real spirit of a drinking party.
Xu Zhiliang was a lightweight drinker, but his enthusiasm was impressive.
Zhang Lin always claimed, "No more, this is my last glass!", yet he never reached his limit, it always seemed like he was one drink away.
Little Five wasn't flushed, his heart kept its rhythm, as if they had just started drinking.
Liang Fatty was unpredictable, sometimes he performed well, today was one of those days.
The new anesthesiologist, Doctor Wei, seemed somewhat out of place. He sat aside, nodding quietly and maintaining a very restrained posture.
Doctor Wei was a hard worker who preferred actions over words.
Two dozen beers were polished off by them.
