Chapter 2168: 2093 Betting (Alliance Leader Mouse 09 Bonus Chapter 5)

Drink a little less, just enough to invigorate the blood. Su Yun said, "When I was young, I could drink two catties of baijiu in one sitting and be fine. Now I can't; even one catty is enough to make me choke."

"How old are you?" the old man said disdainfully.

Su Yun laughed heartily.

"I don't dare drink more either; nowadays I just drink a little medicinal wine, one liang per meal, to loosen the tendons and activate the blood." The old man took a sip of wine, not realizing Su Yun was probing him, and walked straight into the trap.

"Medicinal wine? What's it soaked in? Gecko? Ginseng? Or wolfberry and jujube?" Su Yun's heart stirred, and he immediately asked.

After questioning for ten minutes, he finally got close to the truth.

Before that, Su Yun had asked about his usual diet, things he'd been exposed to, and any past medical history of other illnesses.

Looking at it now, we cannot rule out the effect of the medicinal wine on the body. Although this possibility is not common, it is still a possibility.

"I can't get hold of real gecko." The old gentleman also felt a bit regretful, "I have an old buddy who has a piece of tiger bone at home; no matter what you say, he won't part with it. That thing has been kept for decades, and now there's nowhere to get it."

"You take one, I take one—we'll soon eat tigers into extinction. Better to save some, leave something for the kids to remember." Su Yun said with habitual disdain.

"Yeah, nowadays I'm getting older, I hardly eat meat." The old man and Su Yun chatted happily, his words full of kindness, he sighed and said, "When I eat meat, I think of…… never mind, I won't say it. Soaking wine is the same—guess what I use to soak the wine?"

"Wolfberry? That's usually what it is. Otherwise it's ginseng, very common."

"Hehe, what you're saying is nonsense. Ginseng—these days there's hardly any wild mountain ginseng left in the Northeast. And besides, after it becomes a spirit……"

"Old sir, after the founding of the state we don't allow things to become spirits; we should talk science." Su Yun said, "Tying it with a red string is just to leave a mark in the deep mountains and old forests, otherwise you'd really get lost. Everyone passes on the mistake—you surely don't really believe it becomes a spirit, do you?"

"Look at what you're saying—just joking, yet you actually believe it. Using you to give me popular science? I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, you little brat, showing off in front of my old folks." The old man said disdainfully.

Zheng Ren thought this old man was also quite interesting; aside from being drunk, as he chatted with Su Yun he gradually revealed his kind nature.

"What do you use to soak the wine? I'll try it too when I go back."

"Let me teach you a trick: wolfberry plus carambola."

"Carambola? What's that?" Su Yun immediately began to recall.

Zheng Ren blinked, then quickly searched his memory for anything about carambola.

If I'm not mistaken, the culprit causing interstitial nephritis should be carambola.

"Carambola can't just be ordinary carambola; there are many particulars. The ideal temperature is 21 to 22 degrees Celsius, with the back facing north and front facing south. That's called having a backing mountain; the carambola that grows is lively. There needs to be a river in front, and the river water can't be rushed—if it is, it carries away the feng shui qi."

"Say a couple less sentences, this is feudal superstition." The old lady said unhappily.

"This is national essence; what feudal superstition—if you don't understand, just say you don't." The old man said unhappily.

"Please continue, does planting a peach tree really have so many particulars?"

"Of course, in traditional medicine carambola is said to be sweet and sour, neutral, promoting fluid production to stop cough and direct qi downward. Look, I'm over seventy, usually I have no major ailments—I just drink carambola-soaked wine."

Zheng Ren turned his head, took a deep breath, walked up to the old man, and smiled, "Old sir, your illness might come from drinking carambola-soaked wine."

"Don't talk nonsense, I've been drinking it for how many years?"

"Isn't it because you've been overworked lately, your immune function has declined, leading to renal failure?"

"Doctor? Renal failure?" The old lady jumped in fright upon hearing that.

"Carambola is a good thing, but among the patients with chronic kidney failure seen in the hospital, many have suffered acute poisoning after eating carambola. Normal people also have problems after eating carambola; it's possible that baijiu increases carambola's nephrotoxicity."

The old gentleman was about to lose his temper, but Su Yun stopped him, "Old sir, you really shouldn't disbelieve this. The hospital sees plenty of such cases—don't you think that freckle-faced doctor insists on examining you for a reason?"

"Impossible, I've been drinking it for how many years?"

"Let's bet! I have a bottle of iron-capped Moutai!" Su Yun said.

The old man's eyes lit up instantly.

"Iron-capped Moutai…… that's stock from several decades ago, the kind you've only heard of but rarely get to taste."

"How about it?" Su Yun asked with a smile, "Dare you?"

"What's there to dare not! Don't go, let me tell you." The old man was anxious, grabbed Su Yun and said.

"No problem, no problem, look at my badge." Su Yun flashed Zhou Litao's badge, "If there's no issue, just come straight to 912 and ask me for the iron-capped Moutai."

Zheng Ren was speechless.

"As the inpatient chief of the esteemed 912 Emergency Department, could I possibly be short a bottle of iron-capped Moutai for you? If your checkup is fine, I'll surely present the Moutai with both hands—but I want to go to your house to taste your carambola-soaked wine."

"Okay!" The old man carefully examined the badge on Su Yun's white coat and memorized Zhou Litao's name.

Seeing him go to draw blood, Su Yun then walked over to Zheng Ren with a chuckle and asked, "Boss, this is about the carambola, right?"

"It should be." Zheng Ren said, "In recent years, similar cases have been fairly common; the patients hadn't used NSAIDs or antibiotics that commonly cause interstitial nephritis, nor had they taken other suspicious herbal medicines."

"Carambola itself isn't toxic; a friend of mine did similar research, and carambola might be like certain herbal medicines, causing an allergic reaction that leads to interstitial nephritis, possibly related to an individual's allergic constitution."

"Hmm, that's about it." Zheng Ren nodded, "Allergy, hypersensitive reaction—just thinking about it feels difficult."

"Do you still find anything difficult?"

"Right!" Speaking of this, Zheng Ren suddenly recalled yesterday's hospital-wide consultation and asked, "Did Director Lin persuade the patient to undergo a kidney biopsy?"

"It was done, the diagnosis is correct, and following your suggestion, increase the dosage of the appropriate medication." Su Yun said, somewhat disdainfully, "Do you even have a clue? Why are you only asking now?"

"Yi Ren isn't home, so I always feel empty and keep messing things up." Zheng Ren sighed.

"Showing loyalty has to be done in Yi Ren's presence; don't expect me to pass messages for you from behind." Su Yun smiled, "Boss, how long does a lupus erythematosus patient in obstetrics take to recover? The dosage you prescribed is too big—even Bai White feels uneasy."

"Three to five days, a week and they can go home." Zheng Ren said firmly.