Chapter 2320: 2241 Book-Stepping Test

"Who is that?" Yun Ze's secretary was puzzled.

"The world's butt queen, trained through fitness. There's a photo where her jeans are ripped open—you haven't seen it?" Su Yun blew a breath, her black hair fluttering before her forehead, as if she and he were together looking down on the woman before them.

"Alright, let's not talk about that." Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed; that photo of the jeans was indeed interesting, but in front of Yi Ren, Zheng Lao Ban still had to save face.

Speaking of thick skin, Su Yun is much stronger than me; Chang Yue kept giving him glances, yet he acted as if he hadn't noticed at all.

Regarding that, Zheng Ren expressed his admiration.

"Uh..."

"Zheng Lao Ban, Doctor Su, can this disease be cured?" Seeing his little secretary dumbfounded, Yun Ze asked with a smile.

He actually wasn't that steady either; he'd just spent too long training in the mall, so putting on a calm front was still doable. Besides, talking about others is always easier than talking about oneself.

I just came to see the legendary Zheng Lao Ban and, by the way, apologize. Actually, when I arrived, Yun Ze still felt a bit superior.

But I never expected that after sitting here less than half an hour, the whole person would be dazed.

Doctors from Xiba came to Di Du to learn from Zheng Lao Ban...

Myself and my little secretary both have ailments...

One thing after another, Yun Ze had long been at a loss.

But now he couldn't doubt the words of this young Zheng Lao Ban; just one glance from them, and they knew he usually took vitamin B3.

Who would have thought that taking a vitamin could cause one's eyes to fail to see anything?

Su Yun glanced at Yun Ze, gave a slight smile, and said, "Give it a try. That... Song Ge."

"Hmm?" Song Ying looked at Su Yun.

"Ask the hotel staff for a book about three centimeters thick." Su Yun said.

Although Song Ying was curious why treating an illness required a book, he didn't ask; instead, he called a waiter to fetch a book.

Looking for a book in a restaurant is no ordinary difficulty.

On the other hand, the antique-style decor might include books like world histories or the Twenty-Four Histories as decoration and embellishment.

But those books are at least six to seven centimeters thick—utterly unusable.

Such a small matter, yet it stumped Song Ying.

After searching for a few minutes, Song Ying took out his phone, apparently intending to have someone deliver a few books, but Zheng Ren stopped him.

"Song Ge, don't go through all that trouble." Zheng Ren laughed: "Having someone bring books is too much hassle. Actually, it's simple—Su Yun just wants her to do a book-stepping test."

Hearing that name, Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment.

This is a very obscure test method; she vaguely recalls having learned or seen it, but she just can't remember what the test is for.

Looking seriously at the expressions of Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er, they seemed quite ordinary—just casually mentioning it, utterly indifferent, as if it weren't a big deal at all.

Lin Yuan felt a sense of helplessness.

From childhood onward, I've always been a top student, never changing. All the way to Harvard, the world's top medical school, it's still the same.

Relying on astonishing talent and diligence, I switched from biology to clinical medicine. To others, this seems like something out of Arabian Nights, but to Lin Yuan it's perfectly normal.

But after returning to China, within Zheng Lao Ban's medical team, everything changed.

Seeing a beautiful woman with a prominent front and back, Yun Ge'er would say she had a disease... uh, that's hooligan behavior, not advocated. But what the heck is a book-stepping test?

"Go find a book about two to three centimeters thick, go barefoot, place the forefoot on the book and the heel on the ground, feel whether the center of gravity has shifted backward, whether the waist is straighter than usual, and whether symptoms are alleviated. If all that's true, then there's nothing more to say."

Su Yun's smile was a bit annoying, yet very handsome.

"Wear high heels less often; a perfect figure comes from training, not from etiquette posture drills—that doesn't match human anatomical structure." Zheng Ren added.

Talking about physiology and anatomy at the dinner table—how awkward, that's how awkward it is.

Yun Ze's little secretary nodded, seeming to have taken it in. Although Lin Yuan doesn't know which of those many symptoms she actually has, she definitely has a problem.

Really, just having a meal can stir up all this fuss. The main point is that girls like this are everywhere on the street, yet normally we never see Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er talk about them.

Thinking about this, Lin Yuan suddenly realized why.

When Yun Ze, Director Yun, entered, it seemed he was showing off a certain doctor's surgery from Xiba, and said he had invited John Hopkins' critical care team to handle perioperative nursing and treatment.

It must be that Yun Ge'er is narrow-minded, directly firing back, which caused all this trouble.

Setting aside other things, just this ability to pick bones out of an egg is truly admirable!

Lin Yuan lowered his head and searched online for the book-stepping test.

Sure enough, there really is such a thing.

She sighed; although they are petty and love to retort, they are built on a solid, firm theoretical foundation.

It seems I need to work harder; otherwise, I won't even be able to stand firm in the medical team, lest I end up like Gu Xiao Ran, becoming an invisible nobody.

Thinking that, Lin Yuan glanced at the person who had been watching the commotion in the corner—already wide‑mouthed, staring blankly—Gu Xiao Ran.

【They said to quickly write a poem…】

Zheng Ren's phone rang.

"Director Lin, what's up?"

"How did you get to the doorway?"

"Fugui'er told me—come on up, don't rush, take it slow; I can hear your bronchial spasms in your breathing."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up.

"What's wrong?" Su Yun asked.

"Doctor Domingo spent several hours squatting to examine patients, repeatedly listening to heart sounds, looking at images, and almost came to blows with the patient's son." Zheng Ren said helplessly.

"That guy's just here to cause trouble." Su Yun said contemptuously.

Although he said that, he also knew deep down that the more a doctor understands late-stage dilated cardiomyopathy, the more shocked they'd be by the minimally invasive surgical procedures being done these days.

On one side are top doctors and a world‑class critical care team, bringing patients back from the brink of death; on the other side is a 22‑minute operation, with patients demanding to go home the day after surgery.

Just how great the difference is, one can easily imagine.

Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo repeatedly listened to the heart sounds; based on many years of clinical experience, he had already determined that the patient's ejection Score reached normal human levels.

Moreover, this minimally invasive Shou Bing works better than his surgical Shou Bing.

It was just that he almost came to blows with the patient's family, which is a bit excessive.

If it really blew up, it would become a foreign affairs dispute; no wonder Lin Ge has a headache. I guess Lin Ge, fearing more trouble, brought him to the place to eat, and Doctor Duomingge·Baoluo just barged in.

Just then, the private room's door was pushed open with a bang.