Chapter 2934: then translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren returned to the office, continuing to braid red string unconsciously while reading.

"Boss, still braiding red string? Your hobby is quite special. By the way, Ke Li is coming tomorrow." Su Yun said directly upon returning.

"Oh, what does he want?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I'm missing something here; he'll bring it over."

"Oh, come on then." Zheng Ren said indifferently.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with a cheerful smile; his mood seemed good today.

"By the way, how did I see Dahungya?"

"He brought two patients to see a doctor, diagnosed with Isaacs syndrome."

"He probably won't want to buy registration tickets from you to make money anymore." Su Yun said disparagingly, hitting the nail on the head.

"Who knows." Zheng Ren said, "I can't be bothered to guess his petty thoughts; if there's a patient, I just take a look—it's no trouble, no need to stay hospitalized here."

"By the way, why did you come back so early today?" Zheng Ren suddenly recalled that Su Yun had been leaving early and returning late lately, rarely coming to the hospital, so he asked.

"Someone came to see me for treatment." Su Yun said, "A patient I knew from when I was at Xiehe, a person from Di Du, said his whole body was full of worms."

"Uh..." Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

"I think it's nonsense, but that patient is decent, always greeting me on holidays." Su Yun laughed, "When I returned to Hai Cheng, his family insisted on seeing me off. Knowing I was back, they always said they'd come to see me."

"A female patient?" Zheng Ren asked casually.

As soon as the words left his mouth, it felt as if a sharp gaze like a blade fell upon him. Chang Yue turned her head to look at Zheng Ren, swallowing the rest of his words.

"Your attitude is wrong." Su Yun said disparagingly, "At the time the patient underwent right lung cancer surgery, and had many underlying conditions like pulmonary emphysema and heart disease. After the operation I watched over him in the ICU for three days and three nights, and his family was just grateful to me."

"The patient said his whole body is full of worms—what do you think is going on?" Zheng Ren quickly changed the subject.

Su Yun shrugged, indicating he didn't know the specifics either.

Zheng Ren also knew this needed to wait until he saw the patient, so he wasn't in a hurry and continued reading in the System Library. Like a thief, he didn't even dare to look at Chang Yue.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er, do we still need to bring in more doctors for training?" Gu Xiao Ran suddenly asked.

Zheng Ren lifted his head and glanced at Su Yun.

"Yes, but they need to be able to work." Su Yun said, "Is he your friend?"

Gu Xiao Ran felt a bit embarrassed, scratching his head and said, "Well, he's a university classmate of mine; after graduation he hasn't done very well. Yesterday we chatted a bit, and he asked me to inquire for him."

"Tell him what he needs to do when he comes?" Su Yun said, "Don't just think about the benefits without doing any work."

"Definitely!" Gu Xiao Ran quickly said, "I told him I'd send him today the medical record written by Sister Yue; when he saw it he was dumbfounded and asked me whether the medical record really needed to be written in such detail."

"Heh." Su Yun blew a breath, his black hair in front of his forehead floating proudly.

Knock knock knock~

A knocking sound came from the door.

Zheng Ren lifted his head and glanced; a middle-aged man knocked on the door with a smile. Behind him stood a seventy- or eighty-year-old elderly person, his face marked with scratches. Not only were there scratches, but there were many of them, both fresh and old.

It was likely the patient Su Yun had just mentioned; if one didn't know, they'd surely assume it was domestic violence.

"Old Han, come in, come in." Su Yun stood up and said with a cheerful smile, "What's wrong with you, old sir? How did you get those marks on your face? Have they been disinfected? Don't let them get infected."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, wearing a worried expression, and said, "Doctor Su, don't even mention it—my father recently feels his body is full of worms; it's driving me crazy."

"Come in and speak." Su Yun's smile was sincere and warm, completely unlike his usual sharp and sarcastic demeanor.

The two entered, and Zheng Ren sized up the elderly man behind them. His System Panel glowed faintly red, showing a diagnosis of post‑right‑lung‑cancer surgery, plus two diagnoses of Coronary Heart Disease, hypertension, and the like; the final diagnosis was strange—parasitic worm delusion.

This disease is not common; Zheng Ren stared intently at the old man, pondering.

"Doctor Su, I'm causing you trouble again."

"It's fine, old sir—how did you get those marks on your face?" Su Yun asked the elderly man, smiling cheerfully.

"My father hasn't been resting well, has no energy—I said it would be okay?" the man said.

"Sure."

"Isn't the residential compound management getting strict? We used to keep a few chickens at home, but now they're not allowed to roam freely in the yard." The middle-aged man said, "My father has no choice; he can't bear to kill the old hens that are still laying eggs, so he keeps them on the balcony at home, and my father cleans up chicken droppings every day."

Elderly people are like that—when the supermarket has a promotion giving away free eggs, even frail-looking old folks will queue for over half a mile. Sometimes when Zheng Ren sees such a scene, he worries especially: what if two people with heart attacks collapse from overexertion?

It's probably because the hardships of their youth left a deep impression, making them unable to forget it their whole lives. Hence this thrifty character has persisted to the present, nearly becoming a cultural custom.

"About two weeks ago, my father was cleaning chicken droppings and saw worms in them. Since then he's felt Uncomfortable all over, as if worms were everywhere inside his body. I took him to wash up and scrub his back, checking carefully, but found nothing."

The middle-aged man also helplessly repeated the whole story.

"It's quite simple," Su Yun asked, frowning, "Are the wounds on his face self‑inflicted?"

"Yeah, I asked him; he said that when he was sleeping he felt his face itch, as if worms were crawling inside his body, so he scratched himself like this."

After a pause, the middle-aged man sighed, "Now the wounds on his body are worse—yesterday I saw him digging at his eyes with his fingers, which scared me half to death. No matter what I say, he won't listen; I figured he listens best to you, so I came to bother you."

"Have the checks been done?" Su Yun asked.

"They have been done; aside from the head CT showing cerebral artery sclerosis and cerebral atrophy, everything else is fine." The middle-aged man said.

"Old sir, long time no see." Su Yun raised his volume, almost shouting.

"Little Su, I stared for a while before I could tell—you're getting more energetic." The elderly man trembled as he said, "Old man, my vision has gotten really bad these years."

"Not old, not old—I see you're still very sturdy." Su Yun laughed, "I heard from Brother Han that you feel your body is full of worms?"

"Everywhere."

As soon as this matter was brought up, the elderly man grew a little panicked; his right hand involuntarily lifted and he began scratching his face wildly.

Su Yun quickly grabbed the old man's hand and said gently, "How long has this been going on?"

"Well, how would I know?" the elderly man said, "Little Su, please prescribe me some effective worm‑expelling medicine; hurry up and get rid of the worms, or else I'm afraid my body will be eaten by them."