Chapter 2567: line with translation of title

"Zheng Ren, what's wrong with you?" Xie Yiren rushed over in pajamas, hand on her head, then she was startled.

"Fever, diarrhea, no strength all over." Zheng Ren said weakly.

Xie Yiren quickly went to find a thermometer, then also found a cool towel and placed it on Zheng Ren's forehead.

A few minutes later she took the thermometer, Xie Yiren glanced at it: 39.6℃!

"Go to the Hospital." Xie Yiren said.

"No need, just lie down a while and I'll be fine." Zheng Ren said, "I still have diarrhea, going to the Hospital would be even less convenient."

Xie Yiren couldn't refuse that reason, she asked worriedly: "Zheng Ren, what medicine should you take?"

"I still haven't figured out what illness this is." Zheng Ren said, "First drink some hot water."

Xie Yiren worriedly went to boil water, made Zheng Ren a cup of sugar water.

She blew on it with a spoon to cool it, then fed it to Zheng Ren. Sweet and soothing, at this moment Zheng Ren felt being sick wasn't so unbearable.

After drinking the sugar water, head resting on Yi Ren's leg, Zheng Ren dozed off again in a daze.

He had countless dreams, each very short, as if he were walking through countless times and spaces. But when he woke up, he couldn't recall what he had dreamed about.

"What's wrong with Chief Zheng?" Chang Yue stood at the doorway looking at the towel on Zheng Ren's head, then asked.

"Fever, physical cooling." Xie Yiren said.

"I'll call Su Yun to come and take him to the Hospital." Chang Yue said.

"He said he still has diarrhea, going to the Hospital would be inconvenient." Xie Yiren said with a hint of distress, gently stroking Zheng Ren's cheek with her fingertip, as if that would make him feel better.

"What's inconvenient about it? Listening to the patient means we don't have to do anything." Chang Yue firmly put Zheng Ren in the patient column.

"Just won the Nobel Prize and got happy sick? Others are puffing up their tails, full of vigor. Boss here just made himself sick. Praise!" Su Yun didn't take it seriously, "Impressive! Even more impressive than Fugui'er getting drunk late at night!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Chang Yue unhappily scolded: "Hurry up and send him to the Hospital, just say Chief Zheng can't drink, you forced him to."

"A cocktail, at most vomit a couple mouthfuls and it's over. Such a big deal, how could you not drink alcohol? Who knew he was so weak, knocked out straight away." Su Yun said this while quickly changing clothes.

Let Xie Yiren and Chang Yue change clothes, he looked at Zheng Ren.

"Boss, acute gastroenteritis?" Su Yun asked.

"Not like." Zheng Ren said weakly: "I've checked everything, still can't figure out what it is. Let's go to the Hospital for tests first..."

At this moment Zheng Ren was truly suffering, unable to see his own System Panel, feeling inexplicably anxious inside.

"What symptoms?"

"Fever, severe diarrhea without blood, no vomiting, accompanied by abdominal pain and lower back pain." Zheng Ren said.

"Can't you stop sounding like you're reporting a medical history? It sounds weird." Su Yun muttered while pondering Zheng Ren's condition.

"I've thought it over, it's not acute diarrhea caused by acute gastroenteritis." Zheng Ren closed his eyes, laid out his analysis: "Let's go to the Hospital for blood tests, I'll check the lab report. Possibly intestinal parasites, but the likelihood isn't high."

"Don't spout nonsense, the probability of acute diarrhea triggered by intestinal parasites is quite low. Moreover, it mainly presents as chronic diarrhea with acute flare-ups." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"Then there's no other cause, I've thought through everything."

Su Yun grabbed Zheng Ren's hand, examined it carefully. No allergy symptoms, she guessed the boss was overexcited, his body secreting too much adrenaline and glucocorticoid Hormone, ultimately collapsing himself.

The strongest fortress really is broken from within; this kind of Boss, wearing Lead clothing and doing Shou Bing for days on end would be fine, but after winning the Nobel Prize he collapsed straight away.

"Impressive." Su Yun thought of that, the corner of her mouth twitched with a mocking smile, she said lightly.

Surely nothing serious, Su Yun thought that.

"I've thought over what I ate and drank, the cocktails, Yi Ren also ate them, should be fine. In the cocktail, it should be something like tomato-based coloring."

"Yeah, doesn't seem to be the cocktail." Su Yun said, "Yi Ren also drank it, no reaction. Could you have a special allergic constitution?"

Zheng Ren slowly shook his head, indicating he didn't.

Just being sick, feeling awful, the whole body sore and weak, even thinking seems slowed down considerably.

The sharp intuition he used when analyzing patients' conditions has vanished; facing his own illness, Zheng Ren feels almost helpless.

Soon, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue changed clothes, also didn't call an Emergency Rescue Service vehicle, Su Yun carried Zheng Ren running toward the Hospital.

Zheng Ren dazedly entered the System Space; here the air is fresh, Zheng Ren seems a bit refreshed.

Opposite the Pond, the Little White Fox curled the corner of its mouth with a faint sneer, as if mocking Zheng Ren for getting sick after winning the Nobel Prize.

Zheng Ren tentatively looked at his reflection in the Pond, as smooth as a mirror.

No System Panel, not knowing what illness he actually has. Really……damn! I'm sick yet need others to look at me—is there any justice? Is there any law?

No wonder so many seniors, when they got sick, insisted on doing Shou Bing themselves—truly couldn't trust others.

Zheng Ren scooped a handful of Pond water to wash his face, feeling much clearer.

At this point thinking about anything is useless; should I use that peak‑level Skill book on diagnostics?

The idea just popped up and Zheng Ren rejected it.

Better to use it on the surgical Skill Tree; after all, it's just a bout of gastroenteritis‑like fever and diarrhea, I don't need to panic.

He sat by the Pond, occasionally hearing outside sounds, his whole mind a bit dazed.

With such a good body, what pathogen knocked it down?

Gazing at the Little White Fox, Zheng Ren sighed repeatedly, only able to wait quietly for the result.

When patients go to the Hospital for diagnosis, isn't this usually the situation? Helpless, placing all hope on the doctor.

Zheng Ren random‑mindedly thought: if I encounter an unreliable doctor, the anger of the patient and his family would be as great as it could be.

Let's be Understanding, the feeling of being sick is truly unpleasant.

"Boss, wake up!"

After who knows how long, Su Yun's voice came, somewhat urgent, somewhat anxious.

Zheng Ren left the System Space, opened his eyes.

He found himself pillowing on Yi Ren's leg, soft and springy, a girl's faint fragrance wafting over.

"What's wrong?"

"Acute liver injury, acute kidney injury." Su Yun handed the lab report to Zheng Ren, speaking urgently.

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Zheng Ren's hand went numb, his whole body froze.