Chapter 1646: with translation of chapter title

Title: 1591 You made me unhappy, I will make you even more unhappy (Part 2) – no named entities besides maybe numbers.

Zheng Ren wore a gentle fake smile on his face, grabbed Song En's head, and asked, "Is that so?"

Song En was slapped by Fan Tian Shui on the carotid sinus, nearly passing out.

The outer membrane of the carotid sinus wall is well developed, containing abundant collagen fibers; the middle layer has few smooth muscle cells and more elastic fibers.

In the deep layer of the outer membrane of the sinus wall there are pressure-sensitive nerve endings, i. e., the carotid sinus baroreceptors; on the ventral side of the sinus lumen there are chemosensitive nerve endings, which are themselves the carotid sinus chemoreceptors.

It is especially sensitive to pressure; even a slight pressure can cause the heart rate to slow, blood pressure to drop, and even loss of consciousness.

During a neck lymph clearance procedure, when dealing with the carotid sinus, a similar situation sometimes occurs; for Fan Tian Shui, this spot is a vital point of the human body, and striking the neck has become a habit for him.

At this moment Song En's blood pressure dropped, putting him in a semi-shock state. Although he hadn't lost consciousness, his whole body went limp, as if his bones had been pulled out.

If when he came in he spoke like a snake, then now he has truly become a snake.

Zheng Ren could say anything, and he wouldn't know it, let alone answer.

Facing the silent, half-dead Song En, Zheng Ren gave a slight smile and asked, "I'm very unhappy; what do you think we should do?"

"Boss Zheng, this matter is I—" Wang Family Elder had just uttered half a sentence when Zheng Ren turned his head, his smile unchanged, and said, "Mr. Wang, we'll talk about your matter later."

Having said that, Zheng Ren grabbed Song En's head and slammed it against the wall.

With a "bang," Wang Family Elder was completely dazed.

"Is… this a doctor? This is more like a bandit!"

"I'm asking you a question, please answer." Zheng Ren smiled, still holding Song En's head, and slammed it against the wall again.

Wang Family Elder still wanted to persuade, but thinking of Boss Zheng's smile on his face made him feel uneasy, and he involuntarily stepped back.

"Thud~"

"Thud~"

"Thud~"

Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren, not stopping him but focusing his gaze on the people around.

Fan Tian Shui had seen too many bloody scenes; this was nothing. With a simple, honest expression he asked, "Yun Ge'er, there really aren't any mercenaries."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren, absentmindedly asking.

"This kind of idiot is just for putting in the arena to amuse people." Fan Tian Shui kicked the prone Sang Bai Te·Ban Cha Meng Ke, saying, "This definitely isn't a mercenary; someone who licks blood off the blade wouldn't just walk in so nonchalantly."

"How did you and the old squad leader knock him down?" Su Yun also wondered.

Sang Bai Te·Ban Cha Meng Ke is no ordinary person; it's said he won nearly thirty straight matches in underground boxing rings, knocking out his opponent each time.

"One kick each, breaking his bones, and still not letting up?" Fan Tian Shui said.

"Is that side okay?" Su Yun immediately asked.

"The old squad leader is here; we found two long swords. He's skilled with blades, so if the opponent has no gun, there should be no problem." Fan Tian Shui said.

Su Yun narrowed his eyes, looking at Wang Family Elder, and said gloomily, "Mr. Wang, how do you intend to explain this?"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

Blood spattered; Su Yun felt as if a drop of blood had landed on his face. He wiped it off with his finger, saw the red, and smiled.

Wang Family Elder felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Don't speak." Zheng Ren suddenly stood up, loosened his grip, and Song En collapsed like a heap of mud onto the ground.

"Elder, give me an explanation." Zheng Ren shoved Su Yun aside with his shoulder, his hands covered in blood, that standard fake smile now looking somewhat ferocious.

"Uh……"

Zheng Ren didn't move his hands either; he merely used his finger to lightly wipe Wang Family Elder's face.

The smell of blood surged up; Wang Family Elder knew this was real, and he could sense the killing intent emanating from Zheng Ren.

"It's because the security work wasn't good, I……"

"You're treating the doctor who looked after your father like this?" Zheng Ren wiped the blood from his hands clean, gave a slight smile, and said, "Elder, Wang Lao Sir's preliminary diagnosis is poisoning. I now have strong reason to suspect that you are behind this."

"……"

"Don't think about silencing anyone, Su Yun—send the medical report to the Zou and Qin families. Also, send a copy to the Health Organization side." Zheng Ren laughed, saying, "I'm a visiting professor at the Mayo Clinic, but I'm also a member of the Central Health Organization. This is a Health Organization task; for now, let's preliminarily report the conclusion."

"All right!" Su Yun replied, "Boss, we won't specify what poison it is; just say that the patriotic Mr. Wang was poisoned—will that do?"

"Yeah, that's about it." Zheng Ren looked at Wang Family Elder and nodded.

"Boss Zheng, this matter must not be spoken of carelessly." Wang Family Elder broke into a sweat.

In a great clan, too many people eyeing the head's position is undesirable. Usually it appears harmonious because the elder branch naturally upholds righteousness.

But once this veneer is torn away by something like poisoning, how many eyes, how many people will rush in at once, tearing him apart and grabbing a share.

No one will care about the factual truth.

Once the news gets out, even if he wanted to silence everyone, he couldn't.

Health Organization members may not be very formidable, but once they fall ill while diagnosing patriotic overseas Chinese and die abroad…

Wang Family Elder involuntarily shivered.

A few years ago, a certain Nanyang clan teamed up with someone domestically, seized a billion‑yuan project, and was immediately suppressed to the point of being unable to catch a breath.

"Boss Zheng, Boss Zheng…" Wang Family Elder pleaded, "Let's talk things out properly."

"I damn well just want to talk properly." Zheng Ren said calmly, "While I'm here treating your father, my people have been taken hostage."

Wang Family Elder almost burst into tears.

"Hostage? Who saw any hostage‑taking?" Sang Bai Te·Ban Cha Meng Ke, this tiger‑like underground boxer lying on the ground, alive or dead unknown.

Song En leaned against the wall, with only half a breath left.

His face was a blur of blood and flesh, with faint white worms wriggling within.

This bunch of poison masters—does anyone actually dare to provoke them?!

The eldest son of the Wang family hurriedly said, "This was an unforeseen accident; please rest assured, Zheng Lao Ban, the security will definitely be handled properly."

Having said that, he immediately went to make arrangements.

Zheng Ren nodded, glanced at Su Yun, and said, "Let's go back and check."

He took a step, intentionally or unintentionally stepping on Song En's wrist.

A crack-crack sound rang out, the wrist bone was crushed.

Su Yun let out a slight sigh; the Boss is usually ruthless but rarely loses his temper. This time he truly struck his weak point, looking quite angry.

As they walked out, the wrist bones of those knocked unconscious by Fan Tian Shui and lying on the ground were all directly crushed by Zheng Ren.

Fan Tian Shui wore an expression of sudden realization.

Su Yun glanced over and asked, "Lao Fan, what are you thinking?"

"I thought I had struck hard enough, but it turns out I can still strike harder."