Chapter 1932: 1864 A Liver Like a Lightbulb

"Huh? Song Ying sent me a message." Zheng Ren said.

"If you need something, that's how favors work—the more you use them, the thicker they get, but you have to know your limits." Su Yun fed Heizi peanuts; that guy sat squatting between Su Yun and Chang Yue, eyes fixed on the wine cup, his gaze shifty and bright.

"Don't give Heizi alcohol." Zheng Ren noticed this and immediately said.

That guy Heizi has a tendency to become a spirit; he can steal people's donkeys, what else can't he do? Zheng Ren worried that if he drank alcohol, getting drunk would be troublesome.

"A little drink is fine." Su Yun hehe laughed, took a disposable chopstick, dipped it in some alcohol, and brought it to Heizi's mouth.

A string of crystal-clear saliva hung from Heizi's tongue.

Zheng Ren frowned, helplessly looked at Su Yun, stood up, and called Song Ying.

"Brother Song, I wasn't asleep; I was just about to call you when your message came." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Look at how good his attitude is when he asks people for help." Su Yun said contemptuously: "Standard—use your face when you need them, discard it when you don't."

Zheng Ren pretended not to hear and went to the big balcony by himself.

"Boss Zheng, a little brother's mother has a problem; they did a liver CT back home, but the local doctors can't make sense of it. Please take a look."

Song Ying said.

"Oh? Then send the film over."

"Is it convenient at home? I have the film with me nearby."

"No problem, then come up." Zheng Ren said: "I'll hang up; we'll talk when we meet."

That guy Song Ying could be said to be a bit eager to please, waiting downstairs with the film in the middle of the night.

Zheng Ren knew that saying he was nearby likely meant he was downstairs. In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, he pretended to be on his way, then came up.

However, he had a good impression of Song Ying; few people at the dinner table say things that Zheng Ren is willing to listen to.

Song Ying is one of those few.

Returning to the living room, Su Yun asked: "What's up?"

"Brother Song is downstairs with the film; he'll come up to talk."

"Heh heh, Boss, you're awesome." Su Yun laughed hahaha and said: "Perfect, let's drag Brother Song in for another two drinks."

Zheng Ren had no interest in why he was so awesome; instead, he looked forward to seeing what case would turn up, and he patiently waited for Song Ying to come up.

Sure enough, just as Zheng Ren had guessed, five minutes later the doorbell rang.

Song Ying came up alone, graceful and poised, his leg no longer lame; it seemed he hadn't been eating grilled sausages lately.

"Boss Zheng, sorry to bother you so late." Song Ying said in a pleasant manner.

"Brother Song, don't be formal—just drop the 'you you'." People in the capital say that; when we're not close, it's fine to use it, but now that you're at my place, continuing to do so would be too distant." Zheng Ren said with a simple smile.

Song Ying lifted the corner of his mouth, changed his shoes, and entered the house.

"Hey, haven't you eaten enough?" Seeing peanuts and a sealed bottle of Moutai on the table, Song Ying said, somewhat surprised.

"No, I just came back craving alcohol." My boss is boring; when we eat, we can never have enough." Su Yun said, "Brother Song, want to drink together?"

"Then I won't be polite." Song Ying laughed and said: "But first, let's talk business—I have a film; could you two take a look?"

Zheng Ren glanced at the film; it was an ordinary CT film packet, inside there seemed to be a lab report as well, but there was hardly anything examined.

Little was examined, which to a large extent means the condition is not serious.

"Boss Zheng, what do you need me for?" Song Ying asked.

"These days I'm going back to my hometown and want to bring two cases of Moutai for the old director." Zheng Ren wasn't polite either, reached out for the film, and said directly.

While saying that, he took out the film.

"Oh, no problem—I'll send it to the hospital tomorrow morning; is that convenient for you?" Song Ying asked.

"Just leave it in the car, fine." Xie Yiren said: "Then you can just contact me directly when the time comes."

Xiao Yi Ren spoke; Zheng Ren had no other option, took out the film, held it up to the light, glanced at it, and was startled.

The liver shone brightly, brighter than when enhanced!

Could it be an imaging artifact? That was Zheng Ren's first thought, but after looking at the surrounding tissues, which were all normal, it didn't seem like a mistake made by the local doctors when taking the film.

If there were artifacts or any other cause, it wouldn't appear only in the liver.

Su Yun glanced at it.

"Whoa! What kind of liver is this? A relic?" Su Yun exclaimed in surprise.

Song Ying said: "It's the mother of a little brother; she's 86 years old."

As soon as he introduced her, Su Yun interrupted him.

"Brother Song, you look under fifty. Little brother? Mother eighty-six? How old is this brother of yours?"

"Oh, he's older than me. It's not that ten-some years ago he ran into some trouble, I helped him a little, and he started calling me 'brother' out of habit. I got used to it, I got used to it." Song Ying said with a laugh.

"Then what?" Zheng Ren asked.

He didn't care about anything else; all he cared about was this gleaming liver before him… only Xiao Yi Ren was his core.

"The elderly person has experienced shortness of breath and weight gain over the past few weeks."

"This has happened many times before; a few days in the hospital with some medicine and it would be fine. But this time, a few weeks ago he was hospitalized again, diagnosed with decompensated heart failure, possibly with some ventricular hypertrophy as well."

Song Ying described the situation; it differed from what the doctors reported, but it was still concise and clear, and Zheng Ren could understand.

"Because his liver function was poor, they did a plain liver CT scan, and that's how they found this."

Zheng Ren narrowed his eyes at the film; the liver shone abnormally bright, compared to the surrounding tissues it was like a lightbulb, glowing brightly on the film.

Strange.

As Zheng Ren has seen many films, especially in the System Library, where he's seen lots of weird and strange ones.

But he had no impression of such a lightbulb-like liver.

Just as Zheng Ren was looking at the film, Su Yun picked up the film packet and began to look at other materials.

Heizi was a bit dissatisfied, rubbing his head against Su Yun's leg, wanting alcohol.

Chang Yue simply took Heizi's water bowl over, glug glug poured a few liang of liquor into it.

Song Ying's eyelids twitched; giving a dog alcohol, he'd seen before. But giving a dog iron-capped Moutai, that's not common.

Ordinary wealthy families couldn't do such a thing.

Su Yun saw Song Ying's micro-expression change somewhat, and said with a chuckle.

"Song Brother, Heizi is different; we've known each other for a long time."

"Oh?"

"During Earthquake Relief, it was among the first Rescue Dogs to go in. Its legs were worn out, that's why it retired. Living better is also deserved, what do you say?" Su Yun said while looking at other materials.

Song Ying nodded.

"As for the liver part, there's no need to treat it." Su Yun immediately said while holding the ultrasound heart report.