Chapter 227: with translation of chapter title

"Grilled sausage?" Even Zheng Ren, an honest and simple person, upon hearing Song Ying's words, felt an unbelievable sensation.

A Boss who runs a food business would eat grilled sausage?

This guy isn't joking, is he?

The atmosphere instantly turned cold,

The scene instantly turned cold,

Everyone's expressions instantly turned cold.

Song Ying gave a wry smile, seriously placed his hands on the table in front of him, remained silent for a few seconds, then gave a wry smile and said, "It's like this."

"When I was young, my family was poor; I could be considered a kid who came out of a mountain ravine. Later I struggled hard, but luck was always against me, always falling short at crucial moments."

Zheng Ren looked at Song Ying and felt a sense of shared fate.

"Later, one year, during the Shiyuanhui. I had accumulated some connections over the years; although I couldn't monetize them, I could still get a small stall at the Shiyuanhui."

So, I set up a small grilled sausage stall in the scenic area of the Shiyuanhui, selling grilled sausages and drinks.

I stood for twelve hours a day and didn't find it hard; for a meal, I could endure any hardship. What I ate most then was grilled sausage. I still remember that year, when the Shiyuanhui coincided with Mid-Autumn Festival; after closing, I carried several cold, burnt, unsold grilled sausages and squatted outside the fireworks venue, eating grilled sausage while watching fireworks and musical fountains.

Song Ying's voice was faint, lacking the ease and eloquence he had when previously toasting.

He was reminiscing about the past, recalling previous hardships.

"That night's moon was round and bright; I still remember it." Song Ying seemed to see that night's moon, his eyes reflecting a crystal luster. "Funny, actually—since that night, everything I do has gone smoothly. You directors know, in business it's all about momentum. I've grown afraid of hardship, so now every evening I stroll to the snack street on my own to eat grilled sausage."

This explanation is somewhat strange, but everyone present is a doctor who has seen all aspects of life and can understand Song Ying's feeling.

"Sometimes, when I'm in a good mood, I eat a few more.

sometimes, when I'm in a bad mood, I also eat a few more.

sometimes, when I face a major decision, I also eat a few more."

Zheng Ren felt enlightened; that must be the case.

"There was a period when I found it nauseating. But whenever I recalled the hardships of my early years, even the worst-tasting grilled sausage became sweet and delicious. Everyone, don't laugh at me—a food businessperson who doesn't eat his own cooking but goes out to eat grilled sausage." Song Ying shook his head and said.

"Don't worry." Director Chu reassured him.

"But what does eating grilled sausage have to do with my illness?" Song Ying wondered. "A few months ago, I was squatting in Gui Jie eating grilled sausage; although that day the haze was heavy and I couldn't see the moon, the moon was always in my heart, irrelevant. It was that day that I seemed to have been blown by the wind, caught a chill, and my walking became what it is now."

"Then what?" Zheng Ren asked while pondering.

"I tried Chinese acupuncture, cupping, moxibustion, and even consulted a feng shui master for help. In the end, none worked, but the condition isn't serious; lately the shop has been busy, so I've just toughed it out, planning to trouble Director Chu later."

"You're lucky; today you happened to meet Boss Zheng." Director Chu laughed.

"Sure, sure." After recounting the past, Song Ying regained his former elegance and calm, with a gentle smile, "Please trouble Boss Zheng to take a look and see what illness I have."

Song Ying saw that Zheng Ren was young and found it a bit strange. But both senior directors highly praised Zheng Ren; although he had some doubts, he wasn't foolish enough to question him to his face.

"In a flowery sedan, people carry people; before others, one must always be amiable."

Amiability brings wealth.

"It's like this; I consider your illness to be caused by excessive consumption of grilled sausage." Zheng Ren said: "Phosphorus is one of the main components of preservatives and additives in food products, usually existing as phosphates, such as calcium hydrogen phosphate, disodium hydrogen phosphate, sodium dihydrogen phosphate, trisodium phosphate, etc."

"These phosphates exist as inorganic phosphorus, not bound to protein, and are easily absorbed by the intestinal epithelium. Over the years, as you said, you eat a few more when you're happy and a few more when you're unhappy; year after year, you've accumulated a lot of phosphates, so the disease struck like a collapsing mountain, turning into hyperphosphatemia."

"Are you sure?" Song Ying asked instinctively, but then realized his question was too abrupt, quickly put on a smile and said, "I'm not doubting your judgment; what should I do next?"

"Go to the General Surgery Department, have your parathyroid glands removed; in about three weeks, the lump on your wrist will disappear and your walking will gradually improve." Zheng Ren laughed: "But from now on, you can't eat grilled sausage often. I don't mean you can't eat it at all, just not frequently."

Grilled sausage has become Song Ying's totem; if he isn't allowed to eat it, Zheng Ren fears he'll develop a psychological shadow, causing problems in his future business.

Since that's the case, just eat less; it should be fine.

Song Ying stared for a moment, then gave an embarrassed laugh.

He didn't know what the parathyroid glands do, but he knew where they were; that's basic common sense.

Removing the parathyroid glands would make the lump on the wrist disappear? This... this sounds utterly unbelievable no matter how you hear it.

Although he doubted Zheng Ren's claim, he didn't say so. In an instant, he made up his mind to go to the hospital for an inpatient checkup.

Although Director Chu also found it hard to understand, Zheng Ren's explanation is medically plausible. But since it's a rare disease, it cannot be entirely followed as Zheng Ren said.

"Little Song, I'll arrange it for you tomorrow." Director Chu said.

Song Ying certainly wouldn't refuse; he hurriedly stood up, gave a slight bow, and politely said, "Then please trouble you."

Director Chu glanced at the time and smiled: "It's already late; tomorrow remind me on WeChat..."

As they were speaking, Director Kong's phone rang.

"Hello, it's me."

"What?"

"Nonsense! What's the ophthalmology department up to?"

"I'm out eating; if there's no traffic, I can be back in an hour. Uh, you contact first."

After saying that, Director Kong hung up.

Zheng Ren wondered, what's wrong with the ophthalmology department?

"I'll take my leave first; the hospital has an emergency." Director Kong stood up and said.

Being able to sit down for a proper meal as a doctor is no easy thing. But this only applies to junior doctors; someone like Director Kong, a big shot in the medical world, what emergency could a secondary inpatient chief under him not resolve?

"Oh? What illness requires you to personally go and resolve it?" Director Chu asked.

"Lin JiaoJiao suddenly went blind; ophthalmology says it's retinal blood vessel ischemia, inoperable, and they want me to take a look." Director Kong said.