Chapter 2472: with translation of chapter title

2385 Detained! (Alliance Leader-loving laughing Garfield extra update 2)

"Boss, it looks like Meige syndrome, but how did it come about? Do you think it's primary?" Su Yun whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

"I don't know." Zheng Ren slowly shook his head, "I also think it's Meige syndrome; if we can't find a trigger, we can only temporarily consider it a primary pathological change, with no good way to handle it."

Bu Ruotian stood to the side, hearing Zheng Ren's words, he lightly sighed, "Doctor Zheng, then I won't disturb you."

Saying that, he stood up, clasped his fists in salute. The secretary beside him tidied up the films, very gentle and polite.

"Farewell." Bu Ruotian turned and left.

Until he left, Zheng Ren watched his back, feeling puzzled.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Yun asked.

"I don't know." Zheng Ren always felt Bu Ruotian's condition was somewhat strange, so he sighed and said softly, "Forget it, some illnesses just can't be cured."

Strange, Zheng Ren sighed.

Zheng Ren frowned in thought; Gao Shaojie originally waited for Zheng Ren to finish seeing the patient before continuing to explain the Shou Bing. But seeing Zheng Lao Ban with a stern face pondering the condition, he didn't disturb him and instead began writing the medical record.

Old Liu was right; at 912, the biggest job isn't putting on tens of catties of lead clothing to do the Shou Bing, but to act as a junior doctor writing the medical record.

However, his Shou Bing skill was almost visibly improving, so Gao Shaojie didn't consider doing odd jobs very hard.

"Don't dwell on it, Boss." Su Yun patted Zheng Ren's shoulder, "It's just Meige syndrome, not ALS; it's not life-threatening, so nothing serious will happen."

Zheng Ren pondered Bu Ruotian's condition, but he also had no clear trigger, so he estimated it was still a primary disease. Just as Su Yun said, it's not a life-threatening illness, and Bu Ruotian's condition appears relatively mild, just with somewhat severe recurrences.

Forget it; in the end, Zheng Ren could only sum it up with these two words.

Life always has things we can't understand; even if you've activated a cheat, it's the same, Zheng Ren consoled himself.

"Going out for drinks in the evening, are you coming?" Su Yun finally stopped nagging and directly stated his intention.

"The Medical Team?"

"Whatever, no matter who, anyway we're going out to eat and drink!" Su Yun said, "If all you do is work every day, you'll annoy everyone, and everyone will be annoyed. The Medical Group Leader isn't supposed to be like that; be careful someone might develop a psychological disorder."

Zheng Ren smiled, then sat back down in his familiar spot, holding the Fifth Edition of External Medicine and reading.

After work, Su Yun arranged to go out for a meal, and had already contacted Song Ying.

The two were already quite familiar; although they hadn't reached the point of joking with grilled sausages, Zheng Ren didn't object to having a meal together.

Arriving at Tang Song Restaurant, Zheng Ren recalled the first time he came here with Director Chu, a fleeting thought crossed his mind—time really flies.

"Zheng Lao Ban, long time no see." Song Ying laughed all the way, ushering Zheng Ren into the top-floor private room.

Zheng Ren didn't feel anything about the private room hiding secrets of the universe; Song Ying had already set the menu with Su Yun, and Su Yun had previously solicited everyone's opinions in the Medical Team group chat. As for what it was, Zheng Ren didn't bother to look through the hundreds or thousands of chat logs.

When the group chat blew up, with the Chu Family Sisters and Yi Ren present, the chat logs were impossible to read.

Zheng Ren felt it was a special waste of time; anyway, he didn't care, as long as he properly came along, being a mascot was enough.

Casually chatting a couple of sentences, with Song Ying and Su Yun present, the atmosphere wasn't dull. The Medical Team folks chatted and laughed relaxedly, throwing aside those headache-inducing department matters completely.

Zheng Ren watched everyone happy; although he couldn't blend in, he felt happy inside.

Only his source of happiness differed from others', appearing somewhat strange. Sitting there, although he wore a smile, he seemed out of place.

【They said, quickly write a love song…】

On that side, Su Yun was busy arranging drinks; empty bottles of iron-capped Moutai lined the edge of the rotating table, just the smell making Zheng Ren feel drunk. At that moment, the phone rang.

Zheng Ren took out his phone, hesitated a moment.

"Who?" Su Yun asked eagerly.

Bu Li

Saying that, Zheng Ren answered the call.

"Miss Bu, hello."

"Um… is it urgent? Which hospital?"

"Hmm, I got it. We're at Tang Song Restaurant, top-floor private room; just tell the front desk."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Huh? Why do you feel something's strange?" Su Yun hadn't drunk much and was still quite sober.

"Bu Ruotian has had an incident." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

"Is it serious?"

"No, he's been detained."

"……" Su Yun was surprised.

He found it hard to imagine the Hai Cheng tycoon being detained—was it drunk driving or something else?

Seeing Song Ying's inquiring gaze, Su Yun said, "Boss's former patient, a Hai Cheng real estate merchant, probably has some money."

Song Ying's smile never changed.

To him, a Hai Cheng small-city tycoon, how much richer could he possibly get?

"Recently I can't keep my eyes open; I suspect it's Meige syndrome. But before I could say how to treat it, he left. His speech is fine, but his temperament is somewhat strange compared to before." Su Yun voiced his thoughts about Bu Ruotian, then looked at Zheng Ren, "Why was he detained?"

"Supposedly it's domestic violence." Zheng Ren said.

"Song Brother, do all you wealthy folks have bad tempers?" Su Yun asked with a smile.

"Shouldn't be." Song Ying shook his head, "The earliest batch of wealthy people, to some extent all had their hands in water; having a bad temper was normal. But now… domestic violence like that is unnecessary."

The "touching water" he mentioned had another meaning, which Zheng Ren and Su Yun both understood.

"That Mr. Bu?" Lin Yuan asked, somewhat surprised, "A skinny little old man, who last year underwent a pancreaticoduodenectomy, does he have the strength to commit domestic violence?"

"Supposedly so, and they said he beat the person pretty badly, sending them to the emergency department of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital."

"Oh, what does Bu Li mean?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren shook his head.

Intervene? It might have been possible ten or twenty years ago. Now, if you want to intervene, not going to a lawyer but coming to a doctor—this is like asking a blind person for directions.

Who knows? Let's wait until Bu Li arrives, then we'll talk.

The atmosphere afterward was a bit awkward, but it wasn't because of Zheng Ren—this guy, when eating, always seemed as if he didn't exist. Su Yun was somewhat absent‑minded, and the atmosphere suddenly shifted slightly.

After nearly an hour, Bu Li was escorted in by the waiter. She wore a black professional suit, sharp and capable.

"What on earth is going on?" Zheng Ren didn't stand on ceremony; seeing Bu Li arrive, he asked directly.

"Chief Zheng, something happened to my dad." Bu Li said with a solemn face.