Chapter 2670: 2571.2473 Collapsed over a cocktail (Alliance Assertion Lin Min Extra Update 2)

2571.2473 Collapsed over a cocktail (Alliance Assertion Lin Min Extra Update 2)

One cocktail and Zheng Ren was drunk.

In a daze, hearing Su Yun loudly say something, vigorous and spirited, full of high morale. He seemed to have a heroic bearing, with feather fan and silk headscarf, giving the feeling that in casual talk he could destroy powerful crossbows, making ashes fly and smoke vanish.

I don'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 up. 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 drink and down, Zheng Ren thought.

At some point, Zheng Ren felt a knife-like twisting pain in his belly. The tough man was awakened by the pain, and he found himself curled up in bed. Opening his eyes to look outside, it was still pitch 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 practically immune to all diseases.

During earthquake relief, the freezing rain chilled to the bone; in Pengxi Xiang, three days and nights of surgery, the lead clothing weighed a thousand jin. None of these broke him, yet he finally collapsed over a cocktail.

Really...

Zheng Ren thought helplessly.

His head ached slightly, his whole body felt sore; could it be a fever? Zheng Ren suddenly had this thought.

He could see others' system panels but not his own—how annoying.

He didn't mind, finished using the bathroom, washed his hands, and leaned on the wall back to the bedroom.

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

Let's sleep on, it's only this late.

But his intestines were in turmoil, not the stomach but the small and large intestines. Zheng Ren lay in bed, averaging 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 and began to diagnose himself.

Acute gastroenteritis is an acute inflammation of the gastrointestinal mucosa; its clinical manifestations mainly include nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, diarrhea, fever, etc. It 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 almost nothing, yet just one drink caused trouble.

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 also get acute gastroenteritis.

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

He hasn't had enough of this life yet.

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

No papules or widespread redness, so alcohol allergy is unlikely.

Strange, what's wrong with me? Could it be that I've been constantly thinking about 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 collapsed right away.

Explaining it this way… actually makes sense; this kind of thing happens occasionally. But it seems unrelated to diarrhea and fever.

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

Being sick is truly miserable; I remember the last time I was sick was at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan, with low blood sugar, and I collapsed into Yi Ren's arms.

Hmm, very bouncy.

Zheng Ren thought, gave a faint smile. Immediately his intestines began to cramp, so he had to crawl up again and go to the bathroom.

It's the middle of the night, no need to wake others; Zheng Ren returned to the bedroom again, thinking. It's just 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 I didn't eat anything special.

Intestinal parasitic infection? Such as acute amoebic dysentery, pear-shaped flagellate infection, also common causes of acute diarrhea.

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

Acute intestinal infectious disease? Cholera, typhoid, bacterial dysentery, etc. I won't consider cholera or typhoid; maybe it's bacterial dysentery. If it were dysentery, there would have to be pathogenic bacteria—everyone eats and drinks the same, so why are others fine?

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

Dysentery should be ruled out.

Overeating? I hardly ate anything at all, just drank one cocktail and felt completely out of it.

Could it be chemical substances? Like phytohaemagglutinin, physostigmine, croton oil, arsenic, and various laxatives causing it?

But that can't be; phytohaemagglutinin and physostigmine are rare, and aside from that cocktail I didn't use anything special.

Su Yun surely wouldn't be unaware of the consequences; putting drugs in the wine is just that.

Although that guy is usually frivolous, he knows his limits; spouting off at people is fine, but he would definitely not poison...

Besides, coming back to it, Yi Ren is fine, only I have a problem.

Maybe the food carried some allergen causing my diarrhea? But that can't be either; I just considered that.

Zheng Ren lay helplessly in bed, repeatedly pondering his diarrhea.

Treating others is easy, but treating oneself 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 came back to chemicals, allergies, bacteria, or parasites.

And Zheng Ren had already ruled those out.

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

Even so, it didn't help. Zheng Ren felt he had a fever, with temperature at least 39 degrees Celsius.

No choice, he had to call Su Yun.

But it rang countless times, yet no one answered.

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

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

Zheng Ren had no choice but to call Xie Yiren.