Chapter 2106: 2033 Allergic to Money

Su Yun was talking nonsense, and Zheng Ren completely ignored him.

"First, it's from recent contact. Second, it's also from contact tonight." Zheng Ren didn't realize he'd made a mistake; President Sun and his wife have acute kidney failure, which is serious.

"Boss, you're really weird. Are you scared? Whenever you see someone you know get sick, you act like that." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "The cause of the allergy must be something commonplace. Otherwise, there wouldn't be repeated allergies leading to a serious incident."

"You're not a private detective, why bother figuring this out? It's weird." Su Yun wasn't looking for what caused the allergy; instead, he started pondering Zheng Ren.

Today the boss's behavior is really weird.

Zheng Renye is also troubled.

President Sun's medical history is clear; although we know little about the situation, we can still make a judgment.

A few days ago, he was hospitalized for allergy treatment; after being discharged and returning home, the allergy occurred again, causing acute kidney failure.

If we can't find the problem, President Sun and his wife won't get past this kidney failure hurdle.

Peanuts? Zheng Ren began to ponder.

"Hey, I'm talking to you—say something." Su Yun said unhappily.

"Or we could call Director Kong to ask about the situation." Zheng Ren realized his handling of things was off rhythm.

But now it only gets darker the more we describe it.

"Let you report to Director Kong early." Su Yun continued to vent for Chang Yue, "Xiao Yi Ren, if your Zheng Ren can't perform surgery, he could totally be destroyed by others—don't you think he lacks a bit of emotional intelligence?"

Xie Yiren hehehed, looking at the dishes on the table, "The dishes made with canola oil are really fragrant."

"They're cold—can you still smell the true fragrance?"

"Sure, canola oil usually costs more than regular soybean oil, and its fragrance when cooking is different from peanut oil and such."

Xie Yiren is quite interested in eating.

"Crude canola oil looks a bit odd, yellowish with a green tint, the taste……" Xie Yiren hesitated, not knowing how to describe that flavor.

"In old Northeastern dialect, it's called a rancid flavor." Su Yun said.

"Yeah, but modern canola oil after alkali refining, bleaching, and deodorizing is much better—clear and transparent, light yellow in color, looks nice, and has no rancid flavor."

"Nowadays everyone's afraid of GM soybeans and such. Boss, what's your take on GMOs?" Su Yun started spouting nonsense.

Zheng Ren looked at the dishes on the table, began to ponder, and didn't answer Su Yun's words.

"Is there a difference?" Xie Yiren asked.

"Supposedly there is—my mom believes it." Su Yun said, "The canola oil we bring back from our hometown, pressed in a small workshop, is treasured like a jewel."

"It seems there's no blending, and it has fewer steps; I've tried it too, and stir-frying it is indeed fragrant." Xie Yiren said, "But just thinking about a small workshop makes me worry about the hygiene conditions."

"Let your dad find you a backup." Su Yun said lazily.

While they were chatting, Zheng Ren suddenly strode into the kitchen.

"What's up, boss?" Su Yun asked.

"Take a look at the canola oil." Zheng Ren said, "The problem might be here."

"What problem?"

"The allergy problem of President Sun and his spouse." Zheng Ren found the canola oil in the kitchen, opened it, and smelled it.

Indeed there was a faint rancid smell, but it looked normal.

He crouched on the ground, staring at the canola oil, but really had no idea if anything was wrong.

Usually Zheng Ren can't even tell all the instant noodle brands apart; trying to discern whether crude canola oil has the change he imagines is like a fantasy.

From some angles, Zheng Lao Ban is just all talk.

One can't really know everything; even a big pig trotter doesn't come with a system panel for everything.

"What are you looking at?" Su Yun asked curiously.

"Canola oil—it contains some photosensitive substances that might have changed after being exposed to strong light." Zheng Ren said solemnly.

Photosensitive substances are accomplices in phototoxic and photoallergic reactions; they can trigger or stimulate light reactions.

"Boss, your thinking is really off the wall." Su Yun frowned, "Photosensitive substances can cause patients to have allergic reactions when exposed to light—like aspirin, birth control pills, etc. But look at the sky now…"

Saying that, Su Yun raised a hand to shade his eyes and made a Sun Wukong gesture.

"No." Zheng Ren said firmly, "Precisely because of that, we didn't think of something like this at first."

"What thing?" Su Yun asked strangely.

"A few days ago, President Sun was hospitalized for allergy; maybe he ate canola oil then, was exposed to sunlight, and had an allergic reaction."

That statement is beyond reproach; even if Su Yun argued, he couldn't find fault.

"I suspect President Sun and his wife may have a hypersensitivity to the photosensitive substance in crude canola oil; while allergic, it also causes some damage to kidney function." Zheng Ren muttered to himself, and as he spoke his thoughts cleared.

"Kidney failure early shows as low urine output; they just used some desensitizing drugs at the community hospital and didn't do a thorough check." Zheng Ren continued muttering, "There's edema, which gets confused with allergy-induced swelling, and was ultimately overlooked."

"With no treatment for kidney failure, after returning and re-exposing to canola oil containing photosensitive substances… ultraviolet…"

"Hey!" Su Yun laughed loudly, "Yeah, in this pitch‑black night, keep making it up."

Though he said that, Su Yun picked up his phone and dialed.

After reporting the situation to Director Kong, Su Yun asked about the test results from that side.

The emergency kidney function report just came back—urea nitrogen and creatinine are 5‑10 times over the limit, just as Zheng Ren had guessed.

Su Yun began to look at Zheng Ren half‑believing, half‑doubting, then also stood up to search for things that could trigger a photosensitive reaction.

When you don't put your heart into searching, you'll miss a lot.

But once you search with intent, you quickly find the old machine for checking bill anti‑counterfeit marks.

"Damn, boss!" Su Yun shouted, "Found it!"

Zheng Ren walked over and saw a well‑preserved antique from over twenty years ago, and he also felt moved.

How many years has it been since I last saw this thing?

In the past, small merchants and vendors almost everyone had a counterfeit bill detector; it was basically standard equipment.

I didn't expect President Sun to have this hobby, being willing to count money at home for fun.

Counting money is just counting money, and they're even willing to examine each bill to see if it's fake. This is a habit of elderly people; nowadays young people might have a 100-yuan bill in their pocket and not spend it for a long time.

Even buying youtiao and pancakes at a breakfast stall requires scanning a code; where would they spend cash?

Looking at the old antique, everyone was speechless.

I didn't expect Su Yun to hit the nail on the head; in a sense, he's really allergic to money.