Chapter 1748: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Renhe and Director Wang, who was like someone bereaved of parents, left the ward.

Director Wang was listless and spiritless, like a walking corpse, his eyelids drooping.

Zheng Ren ignored him, after going downstairs he smoked a cigarette, and Feng Xu Hui drove to the hospital.

Actually he really wanted to know how the brains of these people, who had not a shred of conscience, worked.

That's also why Liu Xu zhi is timid; if you replaced him with someone bolder, it would be an endless, deadly situation.

With a real-name report, can those little tricks in the hospital withstand inspection?

Indeed, people die for wealth, birds die for food. But this morsel of food is too small.

Since you're seeking death, go die—die thoroughly.

Zheng Ren got in the car, raced all the way to the provincial capital, then flew back to the capital.

Although it's 'only' over 900 kilometers, the round trip took until after work.

Xie Yiren drove to pick up Zheng Ren, saying she had found a good big plate chicken nearby, so tonight they wouldn't cook, just go get a simple bite to eat.

Zheng Ren wasn't particularly interested in what to eat—hot pot, rice, or big plate chicken were all the same to him.

It's just to make a living; if he could stay full without eating rice, Zheng Ren would definitely choose to refuse rice.

He told Xiao Yi Ren about the arduous journey, the heavy snow in May, Liu Xu zhi being bullied, and ultimately being looked down on by Su Yun.

Su Yun didn't even think, immediately proposing several better solutions.

Showing off and slapping faces are highlights; it indeed looks more flashy than Zheng Ren's approach.

But Zheng Ren had no time to waste in Xilin Town; as for Old Liu, he himself should muster his spirit and regain his composure.

If he lacks spirit, I can't always bail him out; we're adults, if he can't handle even this, more trouble will follow.

Zheng Ren thought he had done enough; he didn't want to get further involved.

Feng Xu Hui's car parked at the airport; he tailed a Volvo XC60 all the way to the dinner spot.

Liu Zewei had already gone to seize a seat, like the honest roommate who used to be sent to occupy a study room in college.

However, he didn't seem to take a seat right after work; instead he waited for Zheng Ren to get off the plane, estimated the time, then started getting a number and queuing.

Zheng Ren and company arrived just a few minutes early, snagging a spot as the boss lady was clearing the previous table; everything was just right.

"Why do you like eating such greasy stuff?" Su Yun sat down, began to chatter, "Boss lady, do you have Wusu?"

"No." The boss lady's temper was clearly bad; she didn't even look at Su Yun and shouted directly.

Su Yun also knew that at a night market stall, speaking requires shouting, so she didn't mind.

"Big plate chicken is so delicious." Xie Yiren held Zheng Ren's hand, her eyes on the neighboring diners happily eating, and she involuntarily began to salivate.

"Yiren, have you had enough of mountain and sea delicacies?" Su Yun asked disdainfully.

"Each has its own merits." Xie Yiren struggled to shift her attention back from other tables; otherwise staring at others would be rude.

"It's just a plate of chicken meat, yet it's expensive." Su Yun scoffed.

"You can't say that; a plate of big plate chicken means a whole free-range Shawan three-yellow chicken, about a catty of Boltegu ancient potato chunks, enough Anjihai chili skins to flavor the whole chicken, scallion sections, green peppers, cassia bark, star anise, and various spices."

"Is their stuff really three-yellow chicken?" Su Yun asked.

"Mm, I've had it once; it's quite authentic." Xie Yiren said with a smile: "Boltegu ancient potato chunks are said to contain many trace elements that can treat hair loss."

Liu Zewei rubbed his bald head, chuckled, and said: "For treating hair loss, I've thought of many methods—like aromatherapy devices—I don't know how many I've used."

"Useless, all scams." Su Yun said.

"Maybe it's a placebo; using them makes me feel a bit better. Actually, I'm still this bald." Liu Zewei said: "After this training ends, I'll go look into hair transplantation."

"Hair transplantation extracts follicles from the back of the head and implants them where needed, similar to pulling down one wall to patch another; the whole process doesn't actually give you more hair." Zheng Ren said.

"Local support for central, as long as it's even, I have no other demands." Liu Zewei's request was also simple.

"Old Liu, you're always rubbing your bald head, your hands are oily."

"I'm older, my metabolism isn't that fast, so I won't have much oil." Liu Zewei also didn't mind Su Yun teasing him.

This time Boss Zheng went solo a thousand miles to perform surgery on Liu Xu zhi, shocking Liu Zewei.

It turns out that studying under Boss Zheng not only teaches skills, but at critical moments can save lives!

Although I'm at the Northern Province Medical University Affiliated Hospital, unlike Liu Xu zhi's remote location, even a heart attack isn't scary; this "simple" heart surgery is performed very proficiently at the affiliated hospital.

But what about other illnesses?

Boss Zheng's doing this is righteous!

For a nobody with no connection, he went back and forth thousands of miles; Liu Zewei didn't know what to say.

Actually overthinking is useless; doing the job at hand well is most important, and we must leave Boss Zheng a good impression.

If one day I encounter Liu Xu zhi's situation, there might still be a sliver of hope; Liu Zewei is clear about this in his heart.

"I'm used to touching it; if I don't rub my bald head for a moment, I feel like tiny bugs are crawling." Liu Zewei said with a chuckle.

"Sometimes I feel like bugs are crawling on my body, but when I scratch there's nothing; this phenomenon is called formication." Zheng Ren's gaze was a bit vacant, his whole person entering a resting state, but upon hearing Liu Zewei's words he casually explained.

"..." Liu Zewei was also speechless, wondering if it needed to be so professional.

"Peripheral neuritis, sympathetic chain syndrome, parietal lobe epilepsy, diabetic peripheral neuropathy can all cause formication; Old Liu, you have time to look it up." Su Yun said.

"No, Old Liu is just experiencing a placebo effect." Zheng Ren said: "It's not even a mental disorder, just an illusion."

"Tch, you just have a mental disorder; whenever this comes up you unconsciously make excuses for yourself." Su Yun said.

"Paris Syndrome, you know about it?" Zheng Ren asked.

"What is Paris Syndrome? Is it a disease only Parisians get?" Chang Yue adjusted her glasses and asked.

"Don't listen to his nonsense; Paris Syndrome is when people who have been to Paris feel it's not as good as imagined. It mainly affects Japanese, hence the name."

"Symptoms include nausea, insomnia, spasms, indescribable fear, inferiority, humiliation, persecutory delusions, and even suicidal tendencies."

"With globalization, more and more Japanese tourists are coming to Paris, and this condition is beginning to spread."

"And you still say you're not mentally ill."