Chapter 1348: with translation of chapter title

"My elder brother has been unhappy since that thing ten years ago. When we go out to play, he never tags along." Song Ying said, pausing, gave a bitter smile, and said: "He's the sworn brother I made back then, his temper is a bit odd, Zheng Lao Ban, please don't mind."

"Manager Song, I'll say something unpleasant." Su Yun said: "Forget it, I won't say it, it's really a mood killer."

"Doctor Su, please rest assured on this point, what I say is definitely true." Song Ying said: "We brothers are also curious, why did the boss end up with a sexually transmitted disease?"

Zheng Ren fell into thought.

"The boss refused to go to the hospital for a check-up; after hearing about this, the other brothers think you're a divine doctor, Zheng Lao Ban, so they urged me to come ask you. You're all old fogies, Zheng Lao Ban, please forgive us." Song Ying said politely.

Su Yun felt contemptuous but didn't show it.

He searched around, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of beer, opened it and took a sip, "Manager Song, next time keep a chilled bottle of iron-capped Maotai in the car."

"..." Song Ying knew it was a joke, but couldn't flare up.

As for the boss's matter, it's not the attitude of seeking medical help. If I were the doctor, I'd probably feel resentful.

However, he still held a sliver of hope toward Zheng Ren; otherwise, if such a private matter were to be known by the boss, it could lead to severing ties.

He didn't answer Su Yun's words, but looked at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren's head was slightly lowered, looking at the test sheet in his hand, as if flowers were carved on those sheets.

After five minutes of silence, Su Yun drank two cans of beer.

"Manager Song..." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"Zheng Lao Ban, if we don't stand on ceremony, I'll speak bluntly—call me brother; always calling me Manager Manager makes things awkward even though we're not formal." Song Ying said with a laugh.

"Brother Song, may I take a look at the patient himself?" Zheng Ren asked seriously.

"..." Song Ying remained silent.

"Then you understand his situation, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

Basically understood.

Any oral ulcers? The kind that occurs at least four or five times a year. Moreover, it recurs repeatedly and is hard to heal." Zheng Ren probed.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed, his gaze through the black hair in front of his forehead fixed on Zheng Ren as he looked.

"This... I'm not really sure." Song Ying shook his head.

In an instant, Song Ying felt deeply ashamed.

Originally I thought I basically understood everything, but Zheng Lao Ban's question left me stumped.

Talking out of both sides of his mouth, this kind of driver's accent, Song Ying didn't think in that direction. Sitting in the car, Zheng Ren looked so dignified, steady as a mountain.

Su Yun Relaxation down, continued drinking.

"Like this, I'm not really aware of the patient's condition on my end, Brother Song, you ask about the situation first. No Rush, it's been two years already, a few days don't matter." Zheng Ren considered it carefully and continued: "When you have time, go over and use a sterile 20-gauge needle or a smaller syringe needle, insert it obliquely into the skin, then after 24 to 48 hours check the situation."

Song Ying didn't question it, but seriously took note.

"If you don't want to go see a doctor or nurse, just take a photo and show it to me." Zheng Ren said.

"You suspect..." Song Ying asked hopefully.

"No medical history at all, and I haven't even seen the patient, so I won't show fear." Zheng Ren laughed: "First ask whether there are oral ulcers, then prick with a needle to see the situation."

"Any other instructions?" Song Ying asked carefully.

That's it. First do these two, and I'll see if my guess is right.

Okay." Song Ying agreed without hesitation.

Twenty Minute later, returned to Golden Palm, sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the unit entrance, but Song Ying got back in the car and didn't go home.

"This patient probably has a mental illness; he should go to the Psychiatry Department. Why are you making him do a needle‑sticking experiment?" Su Yun muttered dissatisfiedly.

"That's not something to say either." Zheng Ren patted his shoulder and said: "Brother Song didn't say that after experiencing such a big thing, emotional changes are always acceptable. He hasn't touched women but got a disease—who could bear that?"

"Perhaps..." Su Yun said, giving a hehe evil laugh.

Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "Don't think wildly; life isn't as chaotic as you imagine."

"Do you suspect it's Behçet's syndrome?" Su Yun suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"Yeah, usually in this case one would think of Behçet's disease. For now, let's wait until we ask about the oral ulcers and the results of the needle‑sticking experiment; then we'll understand about seventy or eighty percent." Zheng Ren said, pressing the elevator.

"Boss, your kindness is a truly good disguise." Su Yun whistled and said.

"That's what you said." Zheng Ren ignored him.

Went upstairs, opened the door, Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren watering the flowers. Heizi crouched beside her, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail.

Zheng Ren sweated profusely.

I've completely forgotten about watering the flowers these past few days.

"Yi Ren, you're back really fast." Zheng Ren greeted embarrassedly.

"Zheng Ren, go walk Heizi." Xiao Yi Ren arranged the work with a smile.

"Sure." Zheng Ren walked over with the leash, put it on Heizi, and glanced sideways.

The soil in the flower pot had already bulged up, and the roots underneath seemed like a tangled mess.

Is this what a rose looks like after radiation, or is that just how roses are?

It's a pity that coming back is already late; if I could go for a stroll with Xiao Yi Ren, how nice that would be. Zheng Ren was still recalling the afternoon's events, and just thinking about it made his heart flutter.

"Boss, what are you sneakingly thinking about?" Su Yun asked from the side.

"No, how about you go down and take Heizi for a walk?"

"I'm going to wash up and sleep. By the way, Peng Jia is coming back. This afternoon, a few vice presidents from Xinglin Yuan were about to argue, really damn tiring." Su Yun let out a sigh.

Why?

"It's not just because of the livestreaming matter." Su Yun said: "Actually, if I were to say, from a business perspective, the livestream should stop here. But the livestream of the TIPS Surgery must still be done, and the matter of opening the map is far from over."

So then?

Ning Shu said the first batch of bio‑electric prostheses has already been sent to the Provincial Hospital, spending money left and right—you really, as the head of the household, don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil, and salt are.

Zheng Ren waved his hand, too lazy to listen to Su Yun's nagging.

However, he also didn't go out, taking Heizi, squatting on the ground, waiting for Xie Yiren.

Xiao Yi Ren turned around, saw Zheng Ren squatting, Heizi squatting, and puffed out a laugh.

"Let's go, let's go together." Xie Yiren washed her hands, then she and Zheng Ren held hands and went down to take Heizi for a stroll.

The two, in tacit understanding, didn't mention the afternoon's matter; Zheng Ren lightly spoke of the complications from Lin JiaoJiao's cosmetic liposuction.

He vaguely remembered that Xiao Yi Ren had Lin JiaoJiao's WeChat, fearing that Yi Ren might go get some minor cosmetic work.

What if, after going home, I couldn't even recognize myself—what should I do?