"Damn it, I didn't get to eat a single bite and I was ripped off for a hundred thousand yuan. How could I possibly be in the mood to eat!" Tian Yu roared.
Wang Yudong rubbed his stomach, looking wronged, but he didn't dare to mention eating again.
Tian Yu's eyes darkened as he stared at the closed private room door: "Zheng Hairong, and that kid, daring to make me lose face. I'll remember this grudge!"
With that, Tian Yu turned angrily and walked towards the exit of the sky restaurant.
Seeing this, Wang Yudong and the others quickly followed.
Today was originally a celebration of Tian Yu's appointment as vice-dean, which was why the few of them had come here for dinner. Now that Tian Yu was leaving, they certainly wouldn't stay to eat by themselves.
However, just as Tian Yu and the others were leaving, a disheveled middle-aged man in a suit, holding a jar, happened to walk out of the elevator.
After Tian Yu and the others entered the elevator, the middle-aged man who entered last showed a confused expression.
After the elevator doors closed, he looked at Wang Yudong beside him and asked, "Dr. Wang, the person who just came out of the elevator, wasn't that the vice-dean of the First Hospital?"
"Who cares who it is? I didn't see clearly," Wang Yudong only wanted to find a restaurant to eat a good meal as soon as possible. He was starving and had no mood to pay attention to who had just passed by.
The private room where Chen Fan and the others were was lively.
Today was not only to celebrate Chen Fan and Qin Shuran's promotion to department heads, but also to congratulate them on their new home.
Even Zheng Hairong, who usually didn't drink much, broke his rule and had a few more drinks today.
Zheng Hairong, swaying unsteadily, held his wine glass and walked to Chen Fan and Qin Shuran's side: "Director Chen, I, Zheng Hairong, was blind before. I even tried to squeeze you out, such a good doctor. I'm truly a scumbag. I'll drink this glass, consider it my apology to you!"
With that, Zheng Hairong downed all the wine in his glass in one gulp.
From Zheng Hairong's demeanor, it was evident that he was already quite drunk.
"Dr. Zheng, let's not dwell on the past. Drink less," Chen Fan advised.
"No, I can't! You've helped me so much, and when I think about how I was jealous of you before, I feel terrible. If I don't drink this glass, I feel like I won't be able to face you in the future."
Saying this, Zheng Hairong poured another glass of wine and downed it in one go.
Chen Fan looked helpless and had to pour a glass of white wine and drink it. Then he said, "Alright, I accept your apology. Work hard in the future and strive to make the surgery department of the psychiatric hospital flourish."
"Yes! Make our surgery department flourish!" Zheng Hairong echoed.
Almost everyone raised their wine glasses.
The few ladies raised their drinks and clinked glasses together.
"I'm going to the restroom, you drink less too," Qin Shuran whispered into Chen Fan's ear, gently reminding him.
Chen Fan nodded, signaling Qin Shuran to relax.
Seeing Qin Shuran leave, Zhao Qianqian asked Chen Fan gossipily, "Director, is the place you and Director Qin bought considered a marital home?"
The room instantly fell silent, and all eyes turned to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was taken aback, and he shook his head awkwardly: "It will probably be a while before we get married, but we'll do it as soon as possible."
"Director Chen, isn't it still because of that Liu Qianze? Didn't he already leave Jiangcheng?" Zhao Qianqian and the others looked confused.
In fact, many people at this dinner were guessing whether Chen Fan and Qin Shuran would announce the happy news of their marriage.
"No," Chen Fan replied, but he didn't elaborate.
Zheng Hairong, being someone who had been through it, immediately saw the reason for the problem: "For a couple like Director Chen and Director Qin who are deeply in love and not lacking money, it must be family reasons."
"Last time Director Qin's father came to the hospital, I think I heard someone mention that Director Qin's father is Qin Hongguo. Director Chen, is that true?" a medical staff member asked Chen Fan.
This was no longer a secret, and Chen Fan nodded.
"Qin Hongguo is the head of the Qin family! So Director Qin is from the Qin family. No wonder Director Qin looks like a lady from a prominent family."
"Director Chen, well done. In the future, with the head of the Qin family as your father-in-law, you can probably walk sideways in Huannan Province without any problems."
Many people were surprised and looked at Chen Fan with envy.
"What are you all talking about? Our Director Chen's medical skills are unparalleled. His future achievements will definitely not be inferior to the Qin family's. I think the Qin family should be happy to have a son-in-law like Director Chen," Zheng Hairong retorted.
Chen Fan felt awkward, sensing that the atmosphere in the private room was a bit off. Why were they all starting to care about his and Qin Shuran's private matters?
Afterward, Zheng Hairong put his arm around Chen Fan's shoulder and drunkenly offered advice: "Director Chen, I have a plan. Even if Director Qin's family disagrees, there's nothing they can do."
Chen Fan picked up his water glass and took a sip, looking at Zheng Hairong in confusion.
Zheng Hairong said, "As long as Director Qin gets pregnant and has a child, wouldn't the problem be solved?"
"Pfft!"
Chen Fan, who had just taken a sip of water, couldn't help but spray it directly onto Zheng Hairong's face.
Zheng Hairong froze on the spot. This mouthful of water also helped him regain some of his senses.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Zheng." Chen Fan quickly grabbed a few paper napkins and wiped him down.
He then looked at everyone and said, "Thank you all for your concern for Shuran and me. Don't worry, when we hold our wedding in the future, we will definitely invite you all to attend."
After Chen Fan's words, no one brought up the matter of Chen Fan and Qin Shuran again.
Seeing that it was already ten o'clock in the evening and the dinner was nearing its end, Chen Fan realized that Qin Shuran had been out for over half an hour and hadn't returned.
This couldn't help but make Chen Fan a little puzzled. Even going to the restroom wouldn't take that long.
"You all chat, I'll go find Shuran," Chen Fan said goodbye to Zheng Hairong and the others, then walked towards the door.
Because this private room was like a banquet hall, the restroom was located in the public restroom outside.
However, just as Chen Fan was about to leave the private room, his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, and it was Qin Shuran.
He stopped his action of opening the door and asked, "Hello, Shuran, where have you been?"
There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then a middle-aged man's voice came through: "Chen Fan, hope you're well. Do you still remember who I am?"
Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, Chen Fan was suddenly startled and asked nervously, "Who are you? Where's Shuran?!"
The noisy private room suddenly fell silent upon hearing Chen Fan's voice.
All eyes turned to Chen Fan at the door of the private room.
"Heh heh, Chen Fan, the more nervous you are, the more excited I get. I'll give you five minutes to find us. Then, I might let you see her one last time. Otherwise, you'll only be collecting her corpse."
With that, the middle-aged man hung up the phone.