Chapter 1332: and translation of chapter title

Oh, okay, then I'm in the office. Zheng Ren said that and hung up the phone.

What did Manager Song say? Su Yun asked.

He isn't too worried about being criminally detained for drunk driving; he's just concerned that someone is scheming against him behind the scenes. Zheng Ren said: "I understand his meaning to be that."

This person is quite cold-hearted. Su Yun felt somewhat sentimental.

You can't say that either. Zheng Ren said: "Nowadays the crackdown on organized crime is severe; trying to get someone out is especially difficult, unlike before. I actually tend to believe what Song Ying said—his wife didn't drink alcohol."

Hehe. Su Yun laughed, which is rare for her not to argue with Zheng Ren.

Soon, Song Ying rushed in.

He walked to the doorway, saw Zheng Ren sitting in the sunny spot, gave a slight smile, and gently knocked on the door.

Aside from his smile being a bit stiff, everything else seemed fairly normal.

Manager Song, don't be so formal, come in and speak. Zheng Ren stood up and said gently.

Boss Zheng, have you seen my wife and asked about her situation? Song Ying entered, while the two or three people behind him properly stayed outside, standing quietly at the doorway.

No. Zheng Ren shook his head, made a gesture, and said: "Manager Song, don't rush, please sit down and speak."

Sigh. Song Ying sat down, placed his hands on his knees, looked at Zheng Ren's eyes, and said: "Boss Zheng, could you not be in a hurry? My wife never drinks alcohol, yet she ended up in a drunk-driving situation. I've looked into it, and neither the traffic police nor our 912 unit have any issues."

Zheng Ren looked at him, feeling somewhat curious.

I'm afraid someone might have poisoned her. Song Ying said.

... Zheng Ren was speechless.

This Manager Song appears refined and genteel, but inside he's utterly corrupt. It's because he has offended so many people in the past that he's now reduced to this state of fear.

Even the idea of poisoning came to mind—what a wild imagination.

However, it's hard to say; anyone who encounters this would inevitably feel uneasy inside.

Zheng Ren had a good impression of Song Ying; as Su Yun said, when you take someone's favor, you're inclined to side with them. So, intentionally or not, he took Song Ying's perspective to say a couple of words in his defense.

Boss Zheng, don't laugh at me. Song Ying sighed and said: "You don't know, when I first entered society, I had no manners, I did things haphazardly. Although I've never done anything shameful, having seen so much makes me inevitably fearful."

Zheng Ren smiled to reassure him, then said: "It's not that serious. At first, hearing you say she definitely didn't drink, I didn't consider drunk driving; I wondered if it might be some other illness."

An illness? Song Ying murmured.

Yeah. Zheng Ren said: "Later I went to the emergency department, told Cui Lao, and suggested they run a routine bacterial culture and identification."

What happened then? Song Ying wondered, this already exceeded his understanding of the world. But seeing Zheng Ren speak with certainty, he became half-believing, half-doubting.

I suspect it's auto-brewery syndrome caused by dysbiosis and massive overgrowth of Candida albicans. Zheng Ren said.

Song Ying's expression was somewhat bewildered.

Auto-brewery syndrome?

He understood the word "automatic"; various machines, automation, etc., were easy to grasp.

Brewing was also easy to understand; working in food and drink, if you didn't have some knowledge of brewing, you'd really be embarrassed to say you were in the business.

Song Ying's understanding of wine was at a master level.

Syndrome was also relatively easy to understand; hearing it, it sounded like the name of a disease.

But when the three words were put together, Song Ying looked completely baffled.

What's going on?

Fortunately, Zheng Ren never had the habit of beating around the bush; he directly said: "Candida albicans is a fungus that can exist in most human organs. When long-term oral antibiotics or immune dysregulation occur, massive overgrowth becomes possible."

"When Candida albicans massively proliferates in the intestines, it can produce…" Zheng Ren said while observing Song Ying's expression.

Seeing that he still looked bewildered, Zheng Ren realized his explanation was still too technical.

Zheng Ren paused, smiled, and said: "Let's put it simply: the most common Candida albicans is Candida yeast. It contains the word 'yeast,' and you know what raw materials are needed for brewing, Manager Song, right?"

Only then did Song Ying slowly nod.

This time he understood.

But he only understood what Zheng Ren was saying; the specific details remained bewildering.

"When Candida yeast massively proliferates, especially in the intestines, it can break down any carbohydrate and synthesize alcohol." Zheng Ren said: "So I suspect this is the cause of your loved one's drunk driving."

"Uh…" This time Song Ying fully understood, but he had no trace of his earlier half-belief; he simply didn't believe Zheng Ren's words.

Isn't that nonsense?

If taking excessive antibiotics caused this, then many people receiving large intravenous antibiotic doses would be drunk, yet we don't see anyone intoxicated.

Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Manager Song, this is just a hypothesis of mine. But later examinations confirmed that this hypothesis still has merit."

"How?" Song Ying wondered.

"Under the microscope in the lab, we can see clusters of Gram-positive oval spores and pseudohyphae. We have preliminarily determined that your loved one's intestines show signs of dysbiosis, but whether it's auto-brewery syndrome…"

Speaking, Zheng Ren paused: "Within the medical community, opinions on this disease are not unanimous; some think it doesn't exist at all, but I still cautiously consider it to exist."

"If the hypothesis is correct, the alcohol produced in your loved one's intestines would be metabolized by the liver. Over time, I worry it could lead to signs of liver failure." Zheng Ren finally said.

Song Ying pondered for a few seconds, then solemnly said: "Doctor Zheng, my loved one indeed has a gynecological condition and is currently taking oral anti-inflammatory medication. I'm not clear on the exact timing or dosage."

"First stop the antibiotics, then observe any changes in the condition. If similar symptoms don't reappear, that would be good; as for a definitive diagnosis, there really isn't any clinical basis." Zheng Ren finally said regretfully.

"Even with test results, it wouldn't work?" Song Ying asked.

"Probably not." Zheng Ren shook his head: "This disease hasn't been recognized; it's merely a hypothesis and speculation. The specific pathogenic mechanism and treatment process also lack large-scale…"

Zheng Ren realized he had perhaps said too much, he cut himself off, chuckled, and said: "Manager Song, you said your loved one doesn't drink alcohol; I believe you, so I thought of this condition. A drunk-driving detention of 7 to 14 days is trivial. I trust that with your means, your loved one won't suffer much."

Song Ying neither admitted nor denied.

"But we must find the root cause of the problem; otherwise, if it triggers a more serious illness, regret will come too late." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss Zheng, thank you for your trust in me." Song Ying's expression was gentle, and he said this very sincerely.