Doctor: Picking Up Attributes in the Hospital-Chapter 343 - 324: A Chance Encounter Late at Night
With the breeze blowing, sipping on refreshing Da Wusu beer, and enjoying grilled skewers, Zhao Heng finally felt a bit of life’s flavor.
Just as Zhao Heng was indulging in his food and drinks, a waitress walked over and said to Zhao Heng, "Hey, handsome, an elderly gentleman over there wants to share a table with you."
"Which elderly gentleman?"
Zhao Heng was a bit puzzled. The restaurant was only half full, with plenty of available tables, so there was no need to share.
Besides, if it were a beautiful lady wanting to share a table, that’d be one thing, but an elderly gentleman wanting to do so was a bit odd.
"That one."
The waitress pointed to the elderly gentleman sitting not far off, dressed in a vest with lots of small pockets, work pants, and boots, with graying hair but looking very spirited.
Seeing Zhao Heng looking his way, the elderly gentleman raised his glass and smiled at him.
"Alright then."
Zhao Heng told the waitress. At a glance, he could tell that this gentleman must be in the arts; a regular elderly gentleman wouldn’t dress like that or possess such energy and aura.
Seeing Zhao Heng agree, the waitress smiled and walked over to the gentleman’s table.
To speak of it, this gentleman was also a regular at the restaurant. Every time he came, although he didn’t order much, he was very cultured and polite, and quite talkative. Everyone at the restaurant liked this gentleman.
Soon, the waitress brought the gentleman’s order over to Zhao Heng’s table, and the elderly gentleman came over with some remaining Erguotou.
"Young man, just seeing you order these two bottles of Da Wusu, I knew you’re a drinker."
The gentleman, once seated, said boldly to Zhao Heng, speaking as if they were old acquaintances.
"Uh... I just ordered it randomly. This Wusu is quite refreshing."
Zhao Heng was a bit taken aback by the gentleman’s familiarity but still joined the conversation. Half a bottle of red Wusu was already down, putting him in a slightly tipsy state, and in such a state, there was a natural inclination to chat with others.
"Young man, some people who don’t know how to drink, just drink ’82 Lafite or some fragrant wine, totally missing the point. If you want something tasty, just drink a beverage. Drinking is all about that kick; if it’s not satisfying, why drink at all?"
Taking a sip of Erguotou, the gentleman smiled and said.
To be honest, what the gentleman said was straightforward and had a semblance of truth.
"And then there are people who say drinking wine is healthy, softens blood vessels, extends life... That’s utter nonsense."
After a pause, the gentleman continued.
"Well... saying that drinking wine softens blood vessels for health is indeed incorrect. The alcohol content of 10%-15% in wine shouldn’t be ignored. The World Health Organization and many well-known medical institutions around the world clearly state that the alcohol contained in wine not only fails to protect blood vessels but is harmful to the body. Ethanol, the alcohol in wine, directly damages the cell DNA, not only failing to protect but even being carcinogenic."
Unable to resist, Zhao Heng explained a bit further.
He hadn’t expected the gentleman to be so knowledgeable. The pseudo-medical claim about wine softening blood vessels for longevity was, naturally, concocted by some wine sellers to boost sales, and yet people generally grasped at such reasons to justify their drinking, whether they believed it or not.
"Young man, are you a doctor?"
Upon hearing Zhao Heng’s professional explanation, the gentleman’s eyes lit up as he spoke.
"Yes."
Zhao Heng nodded.
"Haha, even doctors have late-night snacks with red Wusu. You’re quite the personality, young man!"
The gentleman, upon hearing this, laughed heartily.
"Are you in the arts, sir?"
Zhao Heng couldn’t help but ask, as the gentleman gave him the impression of being involved in the arts.
Having drunk some red Wusu, Zhao Heng felt slightly tipsy, making him more lively than usual.
"Nothing as grand as the arts, just casually filming some TV shows to make a living."
The gentleman said indifferently.
"TV shows? Are you a director, sir?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng felt a sudden sense of respect. Even though he wasn’t mixed up in the entertainment industry, the director could be considered at the top of the entertainment hierarchy.
Aside from investors, the director was arguably the biggest.
"Just filming some stuff to pass the time."
The gentleman smiled slightly, kind of admitting it.
With his status and position in the industry, he didn’t know how many people wanted to network with him, yet he’d never proactively started a conversation with a young person like today.
Perhaps due to years of filming TV shows and seeing many people, someone with Zhao Heng’s unique aura was quite rare.
"Ha? What have you directed, sir? Have I seen any?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng knew the gentleman must have stories, and as a director, being so down-to-earth was indeed rare.
After all, whenever a director appeared in media, they typically possessed the most sophisticated air in the room. Speaking nicely, it’s sophisticated, but to say it bluntly, it’s pretentious.
However, if a director wasn’t good at acting the part, it’d be quite tough to make it.
"Recently shot a sci-fi series; it’s considered more serious in terms of filming. Not sure if you’ve seen it."
The gentleman thought for a moment and said.
"Sci-fi? Is there even any sci-fi series made locally here?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng was puzzled. Local productions rarely had true sci-fi series; even if they leaned towards it, it was mostly using sci-fi as an excuse for romance — not much to see.
"Yes, it’s adapted from a novel."
The gentleman nodded and said.
"Could it be ’Three-Body Problem’?"
Zhao Heng widened his eyes, thinking of a possibility, but found it hard to believe. Just casually going out for a late-night snack and bumping into the director of the ’Three-Body Problem’ series was too incredible.
