Chapter 2566: 2473 Collapsed Over a Cocktail (Alliance Leader Lin Min's Extra Chapter 2)

One cocktail, and Zheng Ren got drunk.

In a haze, he heard Su Yun loudly saying something, vigorous and spirited, full of high morale. He seemed to have a heroic bearing, feather fan and silk headscarf, giving the feeling that in casual talk he could destroy strong crossbows, making ashes vanish.

He didn't know when Zheng Ren was helped into the room and thrown onto the bed.

Half asleep, half awake, one sleep after another, Zheng Ren's sleep was neither sweet nor deep; he kept waking. Each time he woke, he felt a slight stomach pain, not the nausea and urge to vomit from drinking too much.

Who knows what weird stuff Su Yun mixed into the cocktail; it would have been better to drink plain liquor, anyway it's just one cup and down, Zheng Ren thought.

At some point, Zheng Ren felt a knife-like twisting pain in his stomach. The tough guy was awakened by the pain, finding himself curled up in bed. He opened his eyes to look outside; it was still dark, probably around 1 or 2 a. m.

Struggling to get up, he went to the bathroom.

Diarrhea, severe diarrhea.

Zheng Ren was truly speechless this time; his body, after being tempered by the system, was almost immune to all diseases.

During earthquake relief, the freezing rain chilled to the bone; in Pengxi Township, three days and nights of surgery, the lead apron weighed a thousand jin. None of that felled him, yet he finally collapsed over a single cocktail.

Really……

Zheng Ren thought helplessly.

His head ached slightly, his whole body felt sore; he wondered if he was running a fever, and that thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

The only thing is, he can see others' system panels but not his own—how screwed up is that.

He didn't pay it any mind; after finishing in the bathroom and washing his hands, he leaned on the wall back to the bedroom.

He had to lean on the wall to walk; over just one cocktail, Zheng Ren was both laughing and crying.

Let's just keep sleeping; it's barely any time.

But his intestines were in turmoil—not the stomach, but the small and large intestines. Lying in bed, Zheng Ren averaged a bathroom trip every twenty minutes. Sometimes he really just wanted to sit on the toilet and not get up, to avoid the hassle.

The more he struggled, the weaker his legs became, and the more his whole body ached.

Could it be acute gastroenteritis? Zheng Ren lay in bed, beginning to diagnose himself.

Acute gastroenteritis is an acute inflammation of the gastrointestinal mucosa; clinically it mainly presents as nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, diarrhea, fever, etc. The disease commonly occurs in summer and autumn, usually due to improper diet, overeating, or consuming raw, cold, spoiled, or unclean food.

Bacteria or chemical products are the most common cause of acute gastroenteritis; today Su Yun and Chang Yue bought lots of food, but Zheng Ren ate hardly anything—just that one cup of liquor going down.

Moreover, Zheng Ren judged it shouldn't be from eating something unclean; at least he saw no movement from Su Yun or the two girls downstairs.

Then the problem must be with the cocktail.

But thinking about it, it doesn't seem likely either; Su Yun mixed two cocktails in one go, and if there were a problem, Yi Ren would surely have gotten acute gastroenteritis too.

Could it be an alcohol allergy? Zheng Ren's heart stirred, but he couldn't risk throat swelling—just winning the Nobel Prize the day before and then dropping dead in his own bedroom.

He still hasn't had enough of this life.

But when he tested his breathing, there was no chest tightness or shortness of breath—just overall weakness. He raised his arm, turned on the bedside lamp, and examined his skin closely.

No papular rash, no widespread redness; alcohol allergy shouldn't be considered.

Strange, what's wrong with me? Could it be that I've been constantly pondering the Nobel Prize? I usually don't pay much attention, but I actually care a lot about it. After winning, a stone fell from my heart, and I just collapsed.

Explaining it that way… actually makes sense; this does happen occasionally. But it seems unrelated to the diarrhea and fever.

Zheng Ren sighed, lying limp and weak all over on the bed.

Being sick is truly miserable; in his memory, the last time he was ill was at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, from low blood sugar, when he collapsed straight into Yi Ren's arms.

Hmm, quite bouncy.

Zheng Ren thought, smiling faintly. Immediately his intestines began to cramp, so he had to crawl up again and go to the bathroom.

In the middle of the night, better not wake anyone else; Zheng Ren returned to the bedroom again, thinking. It's just the acute diarrhea from acute gastroenteritis—no need to trouble Yi Ren.

Zheng Ren recalled the whole process again, and began to think about the cause of the acute diarrhea.

Food poisoning: such as Salmonella infection, Staphylococcus aureus external toxin food poisoning, mushroom poisoning, pufferfish poisoning, and heavy metal poisoning.

Doesn't seem like it; today he didn't eat anything special.

Intestinal parasitic infection? For example, acute amoebic dysentery, pear-shaped flagellate infection—also common causes of acute diarrhea.

This can't be ruled out for now; he'll need to go to 912 after dawn for a routine stool test.

Acute intestinal infectious disease? Cholera, typhoid, bacterial dysentery, etc. He didn't want to think about cholera or typhoid; maybe it's bacterial dysentery. If it were dysentery, there would have to be pathogenic bacteria—since everyone eats and drinks the same, why would others be fine?

Talking about physical fitness and resistance, Zheng Ren felt he should be extremely strong. Not to mention Chang Yue's physique; Yi Ren rarely gets sick and still can't compare to him. Even Su Yun seems far weaker than him.

Dysentery should be ruled out.

Overeating? He basically ate nothing; after one cocktail, his whole mind was fogged.

Could it be a chemical drug? Caused by things like ricin, strychnine, croton oil, arsenic, and various laxatives.

But no, ricin and strychnine are rare; aside from that cocktail, he hadn't used anything special.

Su Yun surely wouldn't be unaware of the gravity—putting drugs in the wine, that's it.

Although that guy is usually frivolous, he knows the weight of things; talking trash back at people is fine, but he would definitely not poison……

Besides, coming back to the point, Yi Ren is fine—only he has a problem.

Maybe the food carried some allergen that caused his diarrhea? But no, he'd just thought of that.

Zheng Ren lay helplessly in bed, turning over his diarrhea situation again and again.

Treating others is easy; treating himself is damn hard!

He reviewed today's events from start to finish, yet still found nothing.

Every time he thought about the problem, it always ended up circling back to chemical agents, allergies, bacteria, and parasites.

And those, Zheng Ren had already ruled out.

As time passed, Zheng Ren felt his body getting colder and colder. He wrapped himself tightly in the blankets, like a big zongzi hiding inside.

Still, it wasn't enough. Zheng Ren felt he had a fever, his temperature at least 39 degrees Celsius.

No choice; he had to call Su Yun.

But it rang countless times, and no one answered.

That guy went silent…… Zheng Ren helplessly thought of this.

He endured a while longer, his temperature kept rising, his body grew colder and colder, and he began to shiver.

Zheng Ren had no choice but to call Xie Yiren.