Chapter 1645: 1590 You made me unhappy, I will make you more unhappy (Part 1)

1590 You made me unhappy, I will make you more unhappy (Part 1)

"What the hell is Song En causing trouble for!" the Wang family eldest said in a deep, angry voice.

"He wants Zheng Lao Ban to take a look at Master Chu Nu Ang Se." said the attendant.

Su Yun glanced up, then lowered his head and looked at the image before him together with Zheng Ren.

The Wang family eldest turned his head to look at Zheng Ren, and said in a low voice: "Take good care of Zheng Lao Ban, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he led people out.

"Boss, someone's causing trouble." Su Yun whispered a reminder.

"Look here." Zheng Ren seemed to pay no attention to the surroundings, he pointed at the screen, his tone slightly excited.

This is an image taken three years after the surgery.

After the hip joint replacement surgery, the follow-up showed no problems, and the surgery was quite successful.

However, at a position on the inner side of the hip joint's femoral neck line, there was a faint change in density.

"Boss, this is the image from three years ago." Su Yun asked, puzzled: "Is there any point in looking at it now?"

"What you're saying doesn't sound like an age-related illness, but more like poisoning." Zheng Ren said.

As soon as the two words 'poisoning' were spoken, the air in the whole ward and operating area became stagnant.

The Wang family eldest's subordinates and the doctors from the National Hospital looked at each other, their faces solemn.

A great aristocratic family, poisoning, the old man will die……

Those who know the truth will surely die one after another in silence.

An on-duty doctor's face turned pale; his Chinese was poor, he only caught the general meaning of Zheng Ren and Su Yun's exchange, and he whispered to the person beside him: "Is Zheng Lao Ban saying it's poisoning?"

The doctor beside pretended nothing was wrong, walked into the ward, and began recording the ventilator values that had already been recorded.

It seemed as if Zheng Ren carried a plague; staying away from him meant survival.

"Boss, I was just joking, you took it seriously?" Su Yun said helplessly.

"It's not a joke, look here." Zheng Ren pointed his finger at the screen.

"This is..." Su Yun noticed that the density at the posterior lateral position of the femoral neck line was indeed off, but it seemed insignificant; he hesitated a few seconds and asked: "Is this a surgical scar from postoperative local tissue?"

"No!" Zheng Ren said, "Here..."

Just as he said that, the ward door was pushed open with a bang.

A middle-aged man about 1.64 meters tall barged in. He had dark skin, a fierce expression, and his eyes looked like a poisonous snake staring at the operating area.

The Wang family eldest covered his face, followed behind angrily but dared not say a word. It looked like he had been slapped.

"Are you the Zheng Lao Ban that Master Yan spoke of?" the man asked in halting Chinese.

Su Yun looked up, and the moment he saw the middle-aged fierce man, his arm muscles tensed slightly, then he slowly rose to his feet.

Zheng Ren frowned; just as things were starting to become clear, who came to disturb?

He turned around, saw the dark-skinned fierce man, and Zheng Ren asked: "That's me, may I ask who you are?"

"I am Song En, the junior disciple of Master Chu Nu Ang Se." Song En gave a sinister smile and said: "First, let me have my senior brother treated."

Zheng Ren shrugged, his eyes narrowing.

Like Su Yun, he slowly stood up, using his body to shield his right hand, and quietly felt for a pen on the table.

But at the same time, he touched another hand.

Just like Su Yun's thought, …… Zheng Ren gave a wry smile, the security here is truly chaotic; does he have to go out with a scalpel from now on?

A Willow Leaf Blade costs 233 dollars; this cost is too high, right?

Zheng Ren's mind was wandering through all sorts of things, his face wearing a habitual fake smile, and he said: "If it's a consultation, please come in order; that's the rule."

"Fuck your mother..." someone behind Song En cursed.

Just as the cursing began, Song En raised his hand and the person's words stopped immediately.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I want to treat you courteously." Song En said slowly: "He..."

Saying this, Song En pointed at Mr. Wang inside the ward.

"Don't rush. And my senior brother, if you go a little later, he might die."

Song En's voice was gloomy and damp, like a poisonous snake, making people feel a chill.

"Of course, please let the doctor see the patient, be very polite, that's what my senior brother said. But I don't think so; if you make me unhappy, I will make you more unhappy."

Zheng Ren's brows knotted together, his toes dug hard into the ground inside his shoes, like a leopard ready to explode at any moment.

"The people you brought aren't just the two of you, are they?" Song En smiled, a damp cold aura surged, and Zheng Ren's body felt a slight chill.

"Sang Bai Te·Ban Cha Meng Ke has already gone to invite your friends; as for how to choose, you decide." Song En stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.

"Who is Sang Bai Te·Ban Cha Meng Ke?" Zheng Ren stared intently at Song En and whispered to Su Yun:

"Looks like he's an underground Muay Thai boxing champion." Su Yun's expression turned serious, his usual joking laziness vanished completely, he held a ballpoint pen upside down behind his back, and said solemnly:

Zheng Ren kept his right foot on the ground, shuffled forward 25.2 centimeters, the distance between his feet being the optimal for him to exert force.

The sound of ATP's high-energy phosphate bonds cracking rang out in his ears with a crackle.

He was very angry, but anger couldn't solve the problem.

"Mr. Song En, isn't this unnecessary?" Zheng Ren wore a fake smile, his fingers slowly curling together one by one into a fist.

"It is necessary, otherwise you..." Song En said, and a commotion arose at the doorway.

Bang bang bang sounds rang out, interspersed with a few muffled groans, and Zheng Ren felt the walls of the ward beginning to tremble.

"You, move aside." Fan Tian Shui's voice came from the doorway.

0.35 seconds later, another loud boom.

Fan Tian Shui dragged a person with his left hand and walked in steadily.

Song En was startled, and quickly dodged.

He hadn't even dodged when Fan Tian Shui slapped him on the carotid Artery sinus, slamming his whole body against the wall and producing a more Clarity sound.

The eldest son of the Wang family stared dumbfounded.

What the hell, is this a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex?

"Chief Zheng, some guy went out showing off, I didn't dare use heavy force, what do you think we should do?" Fan Tian Shui threw the person he was dragging with his left hand onto the floor of the operation room.

A "thud~" sound.

The System Panel flashed bright red, and in an instant Zheng Ren saw diagnoses of over ten Bone fractures.

And that wasn't even heavy force?

What would it be like if heavy force were used?

"Are our people okay?" Zheng Ren didn't care about the life or death of Sangbaiti·Banqiamengke lying on the ground, and hurriedly asked.

"Uh... he's fine. As soon as he came in, he knocked me and the old squad leader down. He even said it was two against one, unfair." Fan Tian Shui scratched his head and spoke honestly.

Zheng Ren let out a breath of relief.

By sheer luck, bringing Fan Tian Shui and Zhu Fengyu here had such a big effect. His own luck really wasn't bad, Zheng Ren thought.

But this matter isn't over yet!

He smiled, walked over to Song En, crouched in front of him, and gently asked, "If you make me unhappy, I'll make you even more unhappy, really."