Chapter 2568: 2574.2475 Will you marry me?

2574.2475 Will you marry me?

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, could it be that acute diarrhea caused liver and kidney dysfunction?

He immediately glanced doubtfully at the test report Su Yun handed over.

Blood urea nitrogen level 17 mg/dL, creatinine 2.6 mg/dL, alanine aminotransferase 52 U/L, aspartate aminotransferase 248 U/L, bilirubin also slightly elevated.

White blood cell count slightly high, neutrophil count slightly high.

Apart from aspartate aminotransferase being high, everything else is only slightly elevated, so the problem should not be major. Until now there has still been no urine; Zheng Ren considered that he had diarrhea-induced dehydration, causing low urine output. That also explains it well, but the diagnosis of acute liver and kidney injury is definite.

"Not that serious." Zheng Ren felt Xie Yiren's body trembling a little, so he forced a smile to comfort her.

The key is how this acute injury occurred; Zheng Ren couldn't figure it out—surely such a little alcohol wouldn't cause liver and kidney damage. Although he can't drink alcohol, that's due to an alcohol metabolism enzyme issue.

"Boss, it was routinely sent for inspection and hasn't come back yet." Su Yun said, "We're not currently considering it as acute gastroenteritis accompanied by acute diarrhea."

Zheng Ren nodded; sweat soaked his clothes, the temperature had dropped a little, yet he felt colder.

"I'll go check what we ate yesterday." Su Yun frowned, speaking hurriedly.

In the 912 ward, he wasn't worried about his boss's safety. Even if the condition continued to worsen, even to the point of irreversible progression, it wouldn't be fatal within 24–48 hours.

The main problem now is still to find where the problem actually lies, so as to prescribe the right treatment.

"Mm, go ahead." Zheng Ren still had no strength, he said softly.

Su Yun saw her boss listless, lacking his usual mountain-like steadiness, and felt a bit stifled inside.

"Get better soon." Xie Yiren gently stroked Zheng Ren's head, speaking softly.

"Mm, don't worry." Zheng Ren greatly enjoyed Xie Yiren's tender caress; his head tilted slightly, he turned over, changing his position on her leg.

Just the way Yi Ren stroked his head felt very familiar, as if she were stroking Heizi…

"Do you have a diagnosis?"

"Not yet, the condition is very strange." Zheng Ren said softly, "I've thought it over and over but can't figure out what's wrong."

Xie Yiren fell silent; Zheng Ren felt her little hand shift from warm to somewhat hot.

"Don't be nervous, my head is foggy; Su Yun will surely find where the problem lies." Zheng Ren said, "Besides, we still have the 912 Hospital. The hospital isn't just me who can see patients, so rest assured."

"Mm." Xie Yiren hummed with her nose.

Zheng Ren reached out, took Xie Yiren's hand and placed it beside his cheek, saying, "I'll sleep a bit."

"Sleep; when you wake up everything will be fine."

The warm fingertip lightly brushed his cheek, driving away the chill; Zheng Ren felt much warmer.

Zheng Ren worried deep down whether it was because he had drunk the vitality potion made from big pig trotter, causing liver and kidney problems.

But when he drank large amounts of the vitality potion, it was mainly in Pengxi Township; back then, even if he wanted to abstain, it seemed impossible.

Afterward he had always been cautious, but facing the unknown high-tech system, Zheng Ren knew he couldn't explain it clearly with current scientific knowledge. The vitality potion couldn't be taken out for ingredient analysis; even if it were a drug side effect, he could only endure it.

If faced with death, what regrets would there be? Certainly there are—he hasn't yet married Xiao Yi Ren; how could he just die like that?

His shoulders and back ached a little; the explanation on the lab report could "perfectly" account for this. It is a neuropathic pain due to liver and kidney dysfunction, uncommon but sufficient to side‑confirm there is a problem.

Sigh… what a pity, Zheng Ren's mind wandered wildly, but in the end he dwelled on only one question.

"Yi Ren."

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?" Zheng Ren's mind was muddled; only this thought remained in his head.

He whispered it, not realizing that this topic was actually inappropriate for the situation.

But now his mind was filled solely with this matter; it was the most important thing.

"I'm willing." Xie Yiren's fingers tightened slightly, gripping Zheng Ren's hand, "Wait until you get better. Don't think that because you're sick, the proposal can be brushed off lightly."

Uh… Zheng Ren suddenly perked up.

He really was a bit over the top—just now, in his dazed state, did that count as a proposal? Surely not. In Zheng Ren's mind, a proposal means wearing formal attire, kneeling on one knee, holding an engagement ring.

"Your family… on Uncle Ning's side, what do I need to do? Bring the betrothal gifts?" Zheng Ren began to wander in thought again.

"You'd be marrying into the family." Although Xie Yiren was worried, speaking of the proposal also cheered her up a little; she gave a faint smile and flicked Zheng Ren's cheek with her finger, "If you're marrying in, you probably wouldn't need betrothal gifts."

"I'll bring the Nobel Prize medal; that betrothal gift should be quite heavy." Zheng Ren said with his eyes closed.

"Then we still have to wait two months."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Nonsense, I'm not in a hurry at all."

"If we got married, we wouldn't have to live with Su Yun and Chang Yue those two guys. Every evening coming home, eating, watching TV, taking Heizi for a walk—just thinking about it feels happy." Zheng Ren said softly.

"Get well, don't think about all that messy stuff." Xie Yiren's face was a little red; she suddenly thought of something and reached into the blanket.

Zheng Ren's back was drenched in sweat; his clothes were already soaked through.

"Sister Yue, could you please help find a clean set of clothes and have Su Yun bring them over?" Xie Yiren called Chang Yue.

"Mm, Zheng Ren is soaked through; his temperature probably dropped a bit, and they're measuring it now."

"Then thanks for the trouble."

She put down the phone and softly asked, "Are you cold?"

"With you here, I'm not cold." Zheng Ren curled up in the blanket like a big shrimp.

"I'll pat you, you sleep a bit." Yi Ren's voice was gentle; she strove to hide her panic and helplessness.

The mountain that once stood has collapsed; now I am his reliance.

"Mm, so tired. Every bone joint feels weary; I'll sleep a while." Zheng Ren murmured, placing Xie Yiren's hand on his cheek, feeling warm and reassured.

Bodily fatigue overwhelmed him like a tide; he ached all over, closed his eyes, and fell asleep holding Xie Yiren's hand.

Looking at his honest, childlike face, Xie Yiren felt a little sad. Zheng Ren, as solid as a stone—how could he just collapse like that?

Truly, illness strikes like a collapsing mountain; I hope he recovers soon.

Thinking, her nose felt a bit sore. Xie Yiren tried to keep her eyes wide open, not letting tears fall, lest she wake him.