A Toast To Tomorrow!

Little Oliver nodded repeatedly. No one knew whether he believed it or not.

By this time, everyone was tipsy and had stopped drinking. Only Chang Yue and Professor Rudolph Wagner were still consuming bottle after bottle.

The professor's enthusiasm was becoming higher and higher. He must have had one too many, Zheng Ren judged.

His speech patterns were a mess as all sorts of Northeastern words were coming out of his mouth. Zheng Ren had to carefully listen and dissect the meaning of words before he could understand what the professor meant.

He only hoped that he would not delay the surgery tomorrow.

"Xi Bao'er, go to the car and get my violin!" In his excitement, Professor Rudolf Wagner patted Little Oliver on the shoulder and said loudly, "How can one drink without music? On a night like this, beer and music go together so well!"

What the... Did this guy think this place was a bar?