Chapter 2671: line with translation of title

2572.2474 The taste of being sick is unpleasant (Alliance Leader this book is very halal, extra chapter 2)

"Zheng Ren, what's wrong?" Xie Yiren came rushing over in her pajamas, hand on her head, and was immediately startled.

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

Xie Yiren hurried to look for a thermometer, and also found a cool towel to place on Zheng Ren's forehead.

After a few minutes, Xie Yiren took the thermometer off, glanced at it, and saw 39.6°C!

"Go to the hospital." Xie Yiren said.

"No need, just lie down for a while and it'll be fine." Zheng Ren said, "Still have diarrhea, going to the hospital would be inconvenient."

Xie Yiren couldn't refuse this reason, she asked with a worried face: "Zheng Ren, what medicine should you take?"

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

Xie Yiren went to boil water anxiously and made Zheng Ren a cup of sugar water.

She blew on it with a spoon to cool it, then fed it to Zheng Ren. It was sweet, and at that moment Zheng Ren felt that being sick wasn't so unbearable.

After drinking a cup of sugar water, with his head resting on Yi Ren's leg, Zheng Ren drifted off to sleep again.

He had countless dreams, each very brief, and Zheng Ren felt as if he were walking through countless spacetime. But when he woke up, he couldn't recall what he had dreamed about.

"Chief Zheng, what's wrong?" Chang Yue stood at the doorway, seeing Zheng Ren with a towel on his head, and asked.

"Fever, physical cooling." Xie Yiren said.

"I'll get Su Yun up and send 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 finger, as if that would make him feel better.

"What's inconvenient about that? Listen to the patient, then there's nothing to do." Chang Yue firmly put Zheng Ren in the patient column.

"Just got the Nobel Prize and now you're happily sick? Others are sticking tail up, arrogance soaring. Boss, you're impressive—you made yourself sick directly. Praise!" Su Yun didn't believe it at all, "Promising! More promising than Fugui'er getting drunk late at night!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Chang Yue scolded unhappily: "Hurry and send him to the hospital, you said Chief Zheng couldn't drink, but you insisted he drink."

"A cocktail, at most just vomit a couple mouthfuls and it's over. For such a big deal, how could you not drink alcohol? Who knew he'd be such a weakling, getting knocked out straight away." Although Su Yun said that with his mouth, he quickly went to change clothes.

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

"Boss, acute gastroenteritis?" Su Yun asked.

"Not like that." Zheng Ren said weakly, "I've checked everything, still can't figure out what it is. Let's talk after getting checked at the hospital……"

At this moment Zheng Ren was truly suffering, unable to see his own System Panel, his heart inexplicably panicked.

"What symptoms?"

"Fever, bloody-free severe diarrhea, no vomiting, accompanied by abdominal pain and lower back pain." Zheng Ren said.

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

"I've thought it through, it's not acute diarrhea caused by acute gastroenteritis." Zheng Ren closed his eyes and laid out his analysis: "Let's go to the hospital for blood work, I'll check the lab report. It could be intestinal parasites, but the likelihood isn't high."

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

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

Su Yun grabbed Zheng Ren's hand and examined it carefully. No signs of allergy; he guessed that their Boss was overly excited, with excessive secretion of adrenaline and glucocorticoid Hormone in the body, ultimately collapsing himself.

The strongest fortress really is breached from within; this Boss-type man, wearing Lead clothing and doing Shou Bing for days and nights, was fine, but after winning the Nobel Prize he directly collapsed.

"Promising." Su Yun thought of this, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint sneer, and said softly.

Surely nothing's wrong, that's what Su Yun thought.

"I've thought over the food and the cocktail; Yi Ren also ate them, so there should be no problem. In the cocktail, it's probably a coloring flavoring like tomato."

"Hmm, not likely the cocktail." Su Yun said, "Yi Ren also drank it and showed no reaction. Could you have a special allergic constitution?"

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

Just being sick feels awful, the whole body sore and weak, even thought seems to have slowed considerably.

Earlier, when analyzing patients' conditions, that keen intuition had vanished; facing his own illness, Zheng Ren was almost at a loss.

Soon, Xie Yiren and Chang Yue had changed clothes, and without calling an Emergency Rescue Service ambulance, Su Yun carried Zheng Ren and ran toward the hospital.

Zheng Ren entered the System Space in a daze; here the air was fresh, and Zheng Ren seemed to perk up a bit.

Across the Pond, the Little White Fox curled the corner of its mouth in a faint sneer, as if mocking Zheng Ren for collapsing after winning the Nobel Prize.

Zheng Ren tentatively looked at his reflection in the Pond, which was like a mirror.

No System Panel, not knowing what illness I actually have. ……Damn! I'm sick, yet I need others to look at me—is there any heavenly principle left? Is there any kingly law left!

No wonder so many predecessors, when they got sick, insisted on doing Shou Bing themselves—really can'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?

As soon as the idea popped up, Zheng Ren rejected it.

It would be more practical to use it on the surgical Skill Tree; it's just a fever and diarrhea like a mild gastrointestinal cold, so there's no need to panic.

He sat by the Pond, occasionally hearing outside sounds, feeling somewhat dazed.

With such a great body, what kind of pathogen could have knocked him down?

Making eye contact with the Little White Fox, Zheng Ren sighed repeatedly, only able to wait quietly for the result.

When patients go to the hospital for treatment, it's probably like this—at a loss, placing all hope on the doctor.

Zheng Ren thought randomly, if he encountered an unreliable doctor, the anger of the patient and the patient's family would be as great as it could be.

Let's understand each other, the feeling of being sick is truly unpleasant.

"Boss, wake up!"

I don't know how long passed, Su Yun's voice came over, somewhat urgent and somewhat anxious.

Zheng Ren left the System Space, opened his eyes.

His head rested on Yi Ren's leg, soft and springy, a girl's fragrance wafting into his nose.

"What's wrong?"

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

"..."

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