Chapter 2457: 2371 People scare people, scare people to death

2371 People scare people, scare people to death.

"Even the trace of arsenic is nowhere to be seen, let alone aflatoxin."

Arsenic, Chang Yue or Xie Yiren truly don't understand it much. Nowadays arsenic is rarely seen; only its shadow appears occasionally in historical dramas.

Arsenic and crane's crown red are remembered as extreme poisons.

"For example, aflatoxin's toxicity is greater than that of cobra and krait venom; it is also 28–33 times stronger than the deadly pesticides 1605 and 1059. A single grain of corn severely moldy containing 40 mg of aflatoxin can poison and kill two ducklings."

"What about peanuts?"

"Don't worry, even if peanuts are stored refrigerated, aflatoxin could still appear, but the probability is much lower than if left outside." Su Yun said, "I'm not afraid, so don't worry."

"Don't think about it, it's fine. If there are no peanuts with alcohol, even the best wine tastes much blander." Su Yun said lazily.

"Sizzle~"

Adding oil to the pot, a fragrant aroma spreads. Although Zheng Ren has no obsession with food, he has an extremely deep innate recognition of this cooking smell.

This is the taste of home.

However, after being disturbed by what just happened, Zheng Ren thought that cooking oil could also produce aflatoxin……

If he had to think about this every day, life wouldn't be worth living. He immediately drove the thought of aflatoxin from his mind and earnestly leaned against the wall watching Xiao Yi Ren cook.

Having a meal, he took Heizi for a stroll, hand in hand with Yi Ren walking through the night of Di Du. Returning home, he accompanied Yi Ren to watch a drama; although those dramas made no sense to Zheng Ren, he wasn't like Su Yun and wouldn't nitpick.

Washing up, sleeping, a new day began.

After finishing surgery, it was already noon; Zheng Ren sat calmly at the operating table doing the editing work.

"Boss, Manager Zhou's article is finished, but the format is still wrong. I'll go talk to him in person—are you coming?" Su Yun said leisurely from the sofa behind.

"Oh, just wait a moment." Zheng Ren edited unhurriedly, then uploaded it to the hospital's network.

This edit is to be explained to Lin Yuan and Gu Xiao Ran.

"Boss, I gave Gu Xiao Ran one of the 3D-printed portal hypertension models." Su Yun suddenly thought of something and said mysteriously.

"Oh, go back and practice well; it's still beneficial." Zheng Ren said.

"Can't you show a little respect to the person telling the story?" Su Yun said unhappily: "Respect! Respect!"

"Oh, then what?" Zheng Ren remained absent-minded.

"That guy got up in the middle of the night, half-asleep, saw half a model placed nearby and nearly got scared to death. It's said he cried for a long time in the dorm; you didn't notice his eyes were red when he went to work today?" Su Yun said.

"What a small heart." Zheng Ren said, "Back when we were in school, the research room would take unwanted bone fragments back to the dorm and put them by the pillow. After waking up, a glance would make us wonder what kind of bone it was."

"But we shouldn't dwell on this; what if there's a vengeful spirit? Speaking of which, if a beautiful female ghost appeared at midnight, what would you think?"

"Don't talk about ghosts and gods; it's not about scaring kids. If there truly were higher- or lower-dimensional beings, their thoughts would likely differ from our dimensions. I think those are just figments of imagination." Zheng Ren's hand moved the mouse, not fast but accurate, making a click-click sound.

"Ghosts scare people but don't kill them; it's people scaring people that truly frightens." Su Yun said, "When I was in school, a female classmate did poorly on an exam, under huge pressure, and developed some mental symptoms. She got up at midnight, squatted outside the restroom washing area burning textbooks, and even wore a white bedsheet."

"…" A click sounded from Zheng Ren's mouse, then he stopped, turned to look at Su Yun, and asked, "Is it a mental disorder or a performative personality?"

"Who knows. Anyway, the female classmate who went to the restroom was scared enough to let out a yell; supposedly many people in the whole building heard it." Su Yun chatted about the old gossip with a grin.

Zheng Ren thought about it; indeed, it's pretty frightening.

"If it were me, I might have kicked them. Fortunately I never encountered such a classmate pretending to be a ghost; otherwise kicking them into the hospital would have been disastrous."

"We don't have that, but some classmates get bitten by rats when they go to the bathroom at night; this happens often."

"Come on, come on, Manager Zhou's side is already on fire!" Su Yun urged, "No matter how much you lecture them, it's useless; you still need to practice surgery one case at a time. If everyone were like me, just a glance would be enough."

"Hmm, if everyone were like you, that'd be great." Zheng Ren didn't deny that, but he wasn't in a hurry, showing his true thoughts through his actions.

After finishing the edit, Zheng Ren finally stood up, greeted Xie Yiren, said he was going to the Emergency Department, then changed clothes and left the operating room.

Zhou Litao had been waiting eagerly, standing in the corridor with an anxious look.

"Boss Zheng, Yun Ge'er, you've come." Seeing their figures from afar, he quickly went to meet them.

"Your format is wrong; that's the model for domestic journal submissions, and the phrasing isn't what foreigners are used to. I've told you over and over—" Su Yun launched into a nagging monologue.

Zhou Litao listened humbly.

Actually Zheng Ren doesn't see it that way; in his view, Su Yun just helping to fix it would be fine. Not everyone can continuously publish top‑tier SCI papers, so Su Yun's idea of teaching someone to fish is unnecessary.

Arriving at Zhou Litao's duty room, Su Yun sat down casually and began revising his manuscript line by line.

While editing, he chatted on, and Zheng Ren didn't know why he had so much to say.

After a glance, Zheng Ren found it uninteresting, so he walked out of Zhou Litao's duty room with his hands behind his back. Su Yun said he was imitating Director Pan, perhaps because he had that impression in mind; Zheng Ren wandered off thinking randomly.

If I were older and made rounds with my hands behind my back, would I have the bearing of those old directors?

At noon, there weren't many patients in the Emergency Department; doctors grabbed a bite to eat between tasks, wolfing it down so fast they couldn't savor the flavor.

Many people unintentionally gain weight after starting work; this is related to age, but more so to stress and eating habits.

There's a saying that this is called "work fat," "honorable fat."

Zheng Ren went through each observation room; there were no special patients. In the observation lounge, patients and their families chatted, passing the boring time in the hospital.

It's said the hospital will soon have full wireless coverage; later, patients getting IVs will each have a phone, so no one will chat—Zheng Ren thought to himself.

"I've said it's fine, you're just faking illness! I'm not having it easy either—I gave you the lightest task, yet you still can't do it; can't you be serious?" A voice came from around the corner.