Chapter 2672: with translation of chapter title

2574.2475 Will you marry me?

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

He then dubiously glanced at the lab report Su Yun handed over.

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

White blood cells slightly high, neutrophils slightly high.

Apart from aspartate transaminase, everything else is only slightly high, the problem should not be major. Until now there has been no urine; Zheng Ren considered himself dehydrated from diarrhea, causing low urine output. This also explains it well, but the diagnosis of acute liver and kidney injury is definite.

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

The key is how the acute injury occurred; Zheng Ren couldn't figure it out, surely such a little alcohol wouldn't cause liver and kidney injury. Although he can't drink alcohol, that's an issue of alcohol-metabolizing enzymes.

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

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

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

In the 912, he wasn't worried about his boss's safety. Even if the condition continued to worsen, even to the point of irreversible progression, without 24-48 hours it wouldn't be fatal.

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 somewhat oppressed.

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

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

Just the way Yi Ren stroked his head felt 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 tense, my mind 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 on his cheek, saying, "I'll sleep a bit."

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

Warm fingertips lightly brushed his cheek, driving away the chill; Zheng Ren felt much warmer.

Deep down Zheng Ren worried that maybe he had consumed the vitality potion from the big pig trotter, causing liver and kidney problems.

But when he drank large amounts of the vitality potion, it was mainly in Pengxi Xiang; back then even if he wanted not to drink, 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, any regrets? Certainly there are; he hasn't married Xiao Yi Ren yet, how could he just die like that.

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

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

"Yi Ren."

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?" Zheng Ren's mind was foggy; only this thought remained.

He murmured softly, not realizing that this topic was actually inappropriate for the situation.

But now the only thing filling his mind is this matter; it is 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 being ill lets you brush off the proposal."

"Uh…" Zheng Ren suddenly perked up.

He really was a bit over the top; just now, in a daze, 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? Prepare the betrothal gifts?" Zheng Ren began to speculate again.

"You'd be marrying into the family." Although Xie Yiren was troubled, speaking of the proposal lifted her spirits a little; she smiled faintly and flicked his cheek with a finger, "If you're marrying in, you probably don't need betrothal gifts."

"I'll bring the Nobel Prize medal; that betrothal gift should be quite heavy." Zheng Ren said with 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 night coming home, eating, watching TV, walking Heizi, just thinking about it feels happy." Zheng Ren said softly.

"Get well, don't think about all that nonsense." Xie Yiren's face was a bit red; she suddenly remembered something and reached into the blanket.

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

"Sister Yue, 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 body temperature probably dropped a bit, and it's being measured."

"Then thanks for the trouble."

She hung up 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 while." Yi Ren's voice was gentle; she tried to hide her panic and helplessness.

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

"Mm, I'm exhausted. Every bone joint feels tired; 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; his whole body ached, he closed his eyes, clasped Xie Yiren's hand, and fell asleep.

Looking at his honest, childlike face, Xie Yiren felt somewhat sad. Stone‑like Zheng Ren, how could he just collapse like that?

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

Thinking, his nose felt a bit sore. Xie Yiren strained to keep his eyes wide open, not letting tears flow down, so as not to wake him.