Chapter 2159: 2084 Square Dance Battle

Chen Li lightly waved his hand.

The motion was slight, but he had already exerted all his strength.

"Let me check the instructions: Yin Qiao tablets, three times a day, two tablets each time. The first dose is doubled; for your build, can you take four?" His roommate chattered while handing Chen Li four Yin Qiao tablets and also giving him cold medicine.

He took a sip of water, swallowed it, Chen Li felt the drug taking effect in his body, and he was sure he would get better soon.

"No, you still have a fever; I'll look for some fever reducer." Although his roommate wanted to play games, out of brotherly affection he started searching in the middle of the night.

No one in the dorm had any, so he went to knock on other rooms' doors and finally found the fever reducer. Checking the instructions, the first dose was doubled, and he administered it orally to Chen Li.

He turned off the light and went to sleep; by then the sky was already faintly bright.

After only a few hours of sleep, early the next morning when Chen Li was awakened by his phone alarm, he felt his temperature had dropped.

Only the bedding seemed to have been fished out of water, soaked with sweat.

The fever reducer's effect was too strong; Chen Li glanced at the outside sky, still overcast, so airing the bedding was absolutely impossible.

Forget it, no need to worry about these; let's go train.

Last night's groggy head cleared up a bit, and his heavy limbs became light.

Strength returned to his body, and Chen Li's inner desire for victory regained the upper hand.

His roommates were still asleep; this bunch stays up all night playing games.

Chen Li washed up quietly, dressed, and was about to leave when his close roommate, eyes half-open, mumbled, "Big Chestnut, don't forget to take your medicine."

After saying that, he turned over and went back to sleep.

Right! Although I already feel better, I still need to take the medicine.

If stopping the medicine because I feel a bit better causes a relapse and ruins the basketball game, that would be a loss not worth the gain.

Chen Li looked at the four or five kinds of medicine on the table, feeling unfamiliar; he had hardly taken any medicine since childhood.

Forget it, for the match, for victory, take it once more.

The medicines were newly opened; Chen Li, according to the missing number of pills, poured into his mouth a handful of the same medicine he remembered taking last night.

He took a sip of water, and the medicine went straight down.

A twenty-year-old male is just this beastly.

Chen Li did a chest-expanding exercise, feeling somewhat fatigued and his muscles sore, but the feeling of weakness from last night had vanished.

He quickly left the dorm, didn't eat breakfast, and ran straight to the field to start training.

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……

Zheng Ren got up, looking at the overcast sky outside, just like his mood.

Since Xie Ning and his wife returned, Xie Yiren has gone to live at the Golden Palm side.

Although they're not far apart, Zheng Ren feels they are worlds apart, with countless mountains between them.

Sigh, when will this kind of life come to an end?

Get up, wash up.

"Boss, what's for breakfast?" Su Yun hastily finished washing up, sat on the living room sofa, and fiddled with his phone.

"Mm." Zheng Ren answered absentmindedly.

"What 'mm'? I'm talking to you!" Su Yun said unhappily: "Yi Ren isn't home, and we can't even get a meal—how can you be the boss?"

"Just get by with whatever." Zheng Ren had no interest.

"You should be passionate about life." Su Yun said disdainfully, "If you don't love life, it's hard to believe you'd love your work."

"How does one count as loving life?"

"Occasionally thinking about what to eat counts as loving life."

Zheng Ren did not think Su Yun's statement was correct.

Eating is merely filling the stomach, maintaining blood sugar levels and physiological needs, a means and method to avoid hypoglycemic symptoms.

But he couldn't be bothered to argue with Su Yun; with Yi Ren not at home, Zheng Ren felt life had become boring.

Better hurry to the operating room; just thinking of seeing Yi Ren during surgery made his heart beat a few notches faster.

Talking to Zheng Ren, this hard-as-rock stone, is quite dull; plus he looks listless, Su Yun feels especially helpless.

Chang Yue's side was in good spirits; he posted a breakfast photo in the group.

Congee, buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, steaming hot, plus a few small pickles.

Su Yun immediately felt his stomach beginning to protest.

"Su Yun, how's the negotiation going?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Almost at the end; when there's a result I'll email you." Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren wasn't very interested in the negotiation; with Ning Shu present, it would surely be fine. The key is, after the negotiation is over, will Ning Shu leave?

"Push the sample machine matter along; the sooner the better."

"Huh?" Su Yun seemed to sense something odd from Zheng Ren's words.

But he said nothing; the two changed shoes, went downstairs, and prepared to do rounds at the community hospital.

Downstairs was very lively.

A group of elderly men and women formed a circle, continuously clapping.

What's going on?

Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

"This early in the morning, does square dancing have to turn into a battle?" Su Yun believed it, his movements coordinated. He didn't dare squeeze into the crowd of elders, but jumped onto the nearby wall, standing high to see what was happening.

"Boss, come take a look!" Su Yun glanced and immediately got excited.

He waved his arms, calling Zheng Ren. That burst of joy, Zheng Ren felt that if applied to surgery, his skill might surpass his own.

"Wow, this guy's mechanical dance is really awesome!" Su Yun praised.

Zheng Ren had no interest in dancing; what's there to see?

Getting up early in the morning to dance mechanical dance downstairs, he's probably not very old—could it be that, like the hormone‑filled teenage boys at school who sit under the girls' dormitory playing guitar to declare love?

Thinking of that, Zheng Ren thought of Zhou Litao.

I don't know how his girlfriend is doing, whether there's any progress.

"Boss, come, come!" Su Yun called out again.

Zheng Ren thought, then jumped onto another stack as well. Between the two stacks is a fence, and the distance from Su Yun is about two meters.

Looking down from above, a man in his twenties appeared before his eyes. His left hand was stiff, seeming to try hard to move a bit, but it was as if a transparent glass stood in front of him, blocking his movement.

"Look, his mechanical dance is awesome, right?" Su Yun said.

The young man's expression was slightly panicked; he seemed not to notice that people were surrounding him, and he continued to struggle to raise his arm.

But in the end all his efforts came to nothing, just as Su Yun had said—he seemed to be doing a mechanical dance.

Not standard, very stiff.

It really is stiff; the left side of his body is rigid, making even a slight movement difficult.

But strangely, his right side is normal, panicked and trembling.