Chapter 1982: 1912 Rushing to See a Doctor

Various dental tools, especially the buzzing sound of the drill, scare many people.

Zheng Ren looked at the medicines in the small box, smiled, and said, "Chu Yanran, your aunt is really too regular, right?"

As one gets older, they start to worry about their health; they didn't used to. Chu Yanran said: "Especially after her myocardial infarction episode, after she recovered and left the hospital, she went home and searched the internet nonstop; the more she searched, the more afraid she became. Before, urging her to go to the hospital once was useless; now she goes to the hospital every few days."

Overcorrecting is also a normal psychological pattern. Su Yun said.

That's right, now we need to persuade Mom to relax; a biannual health check is enough. But once she gets into playing mahjong, she's full of energy, impossible to stop. Chu Yanran also had moments of dissatisfaction, muttering quietly.

Alright, be content. Su Yun said, "I still have to go home and tell my mom the pros and cons; guess what she wants to do?"

Buy a magnetic therapy bed? Chu Yanran guessed.

No, she wants to buy a financial product with 130% annual yield! Su Yun made an exaggerated expression, "Boss, I think managing my mom's purchase of financial products is much harder than managing your little treasury."

Why? Zheng Ren looked at the various medicines in the box, pondering.

Because you never ask or care; giving you a look at the statement every half month is enough. My mom can't do that; after I went to Di Du, she started getting restless, and the higher the yield of the product, the more interested she becomes.

Buying early is fine; every product has a deceptive profit period. Zheng Ren said offhandedly.

My mom is especially cautious, observing, observing, observing. When she recovers, it'll just be when they close the net. Su Yun sighed.

If a scammer isn't versed in psychology, can they still scam people? That's just robbery. Zheng Ren said: "Chu Yanran, how long has your aunt been taking metronidazole?"

Pretty long... I'm not exactly sure. Chu Yanran felt a bit embarrassed, "I'll go ask Yan zhi."

No need, you don't know either; how would Chu Yan zhi know?

When are we going to the director's house? Su Yun asked.

Wait until they finish changing clothes. Zheng Ren glanced at Chu Yanran.

About two hours. Chu Yanran laughed, "I won't try it on; if Yan zhi's outfit fits, mine will too."

Aren't you curious?

I am curious, but with you two around and no supervision, what if someone peeks? Chu Yanran said directly.

Can't people have a little trust? Su Yun was indignant, "I'll go home first, just nearby. When you set off, tell me, and I'll go straight to the director's house."

Go ahead.

Boss, when we go to the director's house, don't forget there are four cases of Moutai in the trunk, and two more are mine! Su Yun shouted.

Zheng Ren still looked at the small medicine box, asking, "Chu Yanran, is your aunt's mahjong place far?"

Just upstairs. Chu Yanran said: "It's a regular game, mostly with partners in their late forties; everyone just plays for fun."

Want to take a look? Zheng Ren asked.

Boss, can you not come back and just see a doctor? Chu Yanran, do you especially regret saying in the group that the old lady's toes were numb? Su Yun stood at the doorway, hearing Zheng Ren's request, and couldn't help but vent.

Going to take a look, no big deal. Chu Yanran laughed, "My mom always says she wants to thank Chief Zheng."

Let's go together; I want to see what trouble the boss is stirring up. Su Yun stood at the doorway, urging.

After changing shoes, the three went upstairs. Occasionally, Chu Yan zhi's laughter could be heard from the bedroom, like silver bells, clear and moving.

The mahjong place was indeed not far, just upstairs.

Upon reaching the door, one could hear a clattering sound from inside, a bit muffled, probably the mahjong machine shuffling.

Pressed the doorbell, a sound came from inside, but no one opened the door for a long time.

Chu Yanran gave a wry smile, "Chief Zheng, that's just how mahjong players are."

Yeah, that's true. Su Yun said, "Legend has it that whoever opens the door when playing mahjong will have much worse luck."

Zheng Ren thought this was all a psychological suggestion; to win, one always finds many unreliable patterns.

Some of these patterns are laughable.

I still remember when we were in school, classmates played mahjong in the dormitory. One person, before playing mahjong, would secretly stuff others' photos under the blanket.

Zheng Ren asked why, and he said that doing so would make their points bad.

This is something Zheng Ren finds hard to accept, a saying with a certain fantastical tint, like going to see a divine doctor for illness.

Even more outrageous, the lighter on the mahjong table is like a doctor's office ballpoint pen, always being taken.

Many people simply don't remember, but some consciously take the lighter, because that equates to "fire"!

When the fire rises, the aura flourishes, and they dominate in all directions.

Waited a full two minutes before the door opened.

A middle-aged woman forced a smile and asked, "Chu Yanran, why did you come?"

I came to see my mom. Chu Yanran laughed as she walked in, "These two are my colleagues, returning from Di Du to check on my mom's toe numbness."

Chu Yanran has come. Said Chu Yanran's mother at the mahjong table.

Mom, this is Chief Zheng, whom I told you about, and this is Yun Ge'er. Chu Yanran introduced first.

Just wait, I'll finish this hand.

Zheng Ren also felt helpless, looking at Chu Yanran's mother's system panel, which displayed the diagnosis of peripheral neuritis, the same as before.

Although the diagnosis was clear, figuring out exactly where the problem lay still required considerable effort.

Zheng Ren had his own judgment; he came up just to ask about Chu Yanran's mother's medical history.

But after Zheng Ren glanced, his attention shifted to a nearby aunt about the same age as Chu Yanran's mother.

Aunt, would you like to rest first? Zheng Ren quickly walked to the table and spoke respectfully to that aunt.

Chief Zheng, you've mistaken; that's Aunt Chen, not my mom. Chu Yanran laughed.

Aunt Chen, your fingers seem not very flexible; any discomfort? Zheng Ren ignored Chu Yanran and continued asking.

Su Yun and Chu Yanran were stunned, this situation is messed up!

Boss, what kind of wickedness is he up to again?

Su Yun carefully observed the woman Zheng Ren was asking about, in her forty-something, almost fifty, with slightly trembling fingers and a flushed face, the kind of expression of extreme aura on the mahjong table.

One can tell today her luck is great, she's won many big hands, while the other three players look terrible.

Very strange, but after experiencing many things, Su Yun gradually stopped directly questioning his own boss and instead, following his train of thought, began to wonder if this person had any illness.

Looking, aside from the trembling hands, there was nothing else wrong.

Trembling hands, flushed face……Su Yun instantly thought of hundreds of diseases, screening them one by one.