Chapter 3117: with translation of chapter title

I don't know how long I've been thinking; regarding Ning Shu's situation, Zheng Ren still couldn't figure it out. No choice—only solving the problem first. When facing Ning Shu, it naturally becomes clear: deal with whatever comes up.

I don't know why, but every time I think of Ning Shu, Zheng Ren feels uneasy.

Maybe it's because he grew up without elders around, lacking communication with elders, Zheng Ren has analyzed this. But it's not like he needs to write a thesis; overthinking is useless. Moreover, this point also has something that doesn't make sense, after all, he isn't so restrained with Director Pan.

As for Ning Shu wanting to use himself as bait to sabotage this marriage, the possibility is negligible. Why bother? There's absolutely no need.

The new company is all set to launch; Ning Shu planned to demonstrate the robotic arm at this time. After all, with all the big shots gathered, showcasing the robotic arm makes this the perfect stage.

Publicity effect +10.

Actually, the most likely scenario is that Karolinska Hospital failed to remove the fish bone, but Zheng Ren had already ruled that out.

A world-renowned large hospital, if placed domestically, would be on par with Xiehe, slightly stronger overall than the 912 Hospital!

Can't even remove a single fish bone? That's no joke.

Zheng Ren simply couldn't understand the reasoning; he calmed down and stopped wondering what trap Ning Shu might be setting for him. Now he faces a problem: if Ning Shu refuses to go to the hospital, what about the laryngoscope?

The System Space can exchange equipment, but Zheng Ren only did so once at the very beginning, when he gave Zhou Jinxi a colonoscopy and performed an appendectomy.

Recalling when he first got the Big Pig Trotter, he was full of vigor, not knowing how to restrain himself, and Zheng Ren also chuckled.

Since then, he hasn't exchanged even a single physical item from the System Space.

Will this be an exception?

If it really can't be done, then that's all we can do.

Zheng Ren left the System Operating Room; a two-minute 'Shou Bing' to remove a fish bone was nothing short of a joke to him—if it were just an experimental subject, he felt he could pull out the fish bone with his eyes closed.

Would someone as steady as Ning Shu really use such a joke as a weapon against himself? Zheng Ren thought it impossible.

But this doubt had already turned into a thick, heavy cloud, looming over Zheng Ren's head, unable to dissipate.

After looking around the System Mall, Zheng Ren had a plan. A fiber laryngoscope, without a screen, could fit in his luggage. As for Su Yun, if she questioned why he was carrying laryngoscope equipment, he'd say it was told to him by Master Yan's junior disciple.

Of course, this is all final preparation; if possible, it's still better to go to the hospital again via Doctor Mei Ha'er and solve the problem with professional equipment.

A fish bone is just a fish bone. Zheng Ren and Xie Ning initially thought the same—it's just a fish bone, not worth worrying about.

Leaving the System Space, Zheng Ren gazed somewhat bewildered at the Gu old street before him. Why would Ning Shu use such a 'childish' method? What did he want to do? These two questions struck his heart like two large hammers, alternating repeatedly.

Returning to the hotel, he saw two familiar figures standing at the entrance from afar. Snowflakes were already drifting in the sky; the shorter figure held the other's hand, exhaling white vapor.

This couple is truly loving, and they even flaunt their affection shamelessly, spreading dog food—Zheng Ren had this thought flash in his mind.

Getting out of the car, he First Time rushed over, stood firm, and deeply Jiu Gong.

"Ning Shu, Wan Aunt."

Su Yun looked and then covered her eyes.

His own boss wore an expression of 'grief-stricken' on his face—was he greeting the father-in-law and mother-in-law, or bidding farewell to the corpse? Every time the boss saw Ning Shu, it was like a car accident scene; no matter what he said or did, it was hard to bear.

If this guy could muster even half the ingenuity he shows in Shou Bing, whatever father-in-law would be mere clouds.

But just as the mathematician John Forbes Nash, who laid the foundation for several decades' economic models by creating game theory, suffered from schizophrenia, you can't expect one person to excel at everything.

"Ning Shu, what's wrong with you?" Su Yun rushed over, buying time—must not let the boss and Ning Shu talk. Let that guy stand aside; finally stepping in to solve the problem will do.

Xie Ning gave a wry smile; the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, so his speech was stiff and awkward. In the end, Assistant Liu recounted the 24‑hour ordeal, leaving Zheng Ren dumbfounded.

There's no conspiracy, no test—just that Karolinska Hospital, for some unknown reason, had three doctors work together yet couldn't handle a tiny fish bone. In the end they actually scheduled Shou Bing for tomorrow morning under anesthesia—this is no joke!

"Ning Shu, why don't we go to Karolinska Hospital?" Zheng Renxian proposed the first solution, saying, "I'll contact……"

"No!" Seeing Xie Ning's eye corner twitching, Su Yun cut him off directly: "What's the point of going there? Boss, I'm telling you, we're now enemies with Karolinska Hospital—can't even pull out a fish bone, what are we eating it for? If this were domestic, we'd definitely find Dahungya to torture them to death."

Zheng Ren gave a wry smile.

"Ning Shu, let's talk upstairs. Little Feng brought the equipment; let the boss have a look." Su Yun said with a smile.

With him around, saying such things before and after wasn't embarrassing at all. Others, though curious, each returned to their rooms—especially Lin Ge, whose calm exterior couldn't hold back a laugh.

Come on, is this even considered an illness? They tortured him for 24 hours in Sweden, then nearly eight hours at Karolinska Hospital and still couldn't remove it. Going to our 912 Hospital, at most it'd be a five‑minute job!

Upon reaching the room, Zheng Ren had Xie Ning sit down; Feng Xu Hui brought a concave mirror and switched on a floor lamp.

Although the lighting was limited, the field of view was still fine.

"Consider the position in the piriform fossa." After a glance, Zheng Ren gave the conclusion reached in the System Operating Room.

"Want to use a laryngoscope? I'll look for Doctor Mei Ha'er and contact other hospitals—what do you think?" Su Yun asked.

"Just wait a moment." Zheng Ren had no other choice; it seemed Ning Shu had developed a psychological aversion to Karolinska Hospital and would refuse to go no matter what. So he had to resort to the worst solution: buying a microlaryngoscope from the System Space.

Returning to the room, Zheng Ren entered the System Space, selected purchase, and came out with the laryngoscope.

The brand‑new laryngoscope felt particularly textured; he glanced at it—it was a Can Ni laryngoscope made by the United States Health Happiness Think Company. The model is rather old, but for just a fish bone, it's sufficient.

Who knows what tricky question Su Yun will raise this time; with a thick‑skinned face, he'll just say it was calculated by Master Yan's disciple and see if it works.

Zheng Ren felt a little apprehensive; buying the equipment wouldn't cost many Experience Points, but wanting a logical solution was too troublesome.

Or maybe he should just say something to get past the situation.