Chapter 850: with translation of chapter title

Time flowed away bit by bit.

Director Qi performed an ultrasound while asking about the medical history and the progression of the condition.

There was a very obvious history of cholecystitis; the pain location the elderly person described was also. The ultrasound probe pressed on Murphy's point, there was tenderness, but no rebound pain or muscle tension.

But……

The ultrasound showed that the gallbladder had nothing wrong!

Director Qi examined it bit by bit, afraid of missing a certain frame.

Ten minutes……

Fifteen minutes……

Thirty minutes……

One ultrasound took half an hour.

Director Qi suddenly asked: "Comrade Zheng Ren, Comrade Su Yun, do you see any problem?"

"No." Zheng Ren spoke frankly: "I think there is no problem at all."

Hearing Zheng Ren say that, Director Qi's hand stalled for a moment, the probe in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand jin.

He hesitated, and after a few seconds, made a difficult decision.

"Leader, the ultrasound found nothing; I suggest getting a Nuclear Magnetic Resonance." Director Qi wiped off the coupling gel and said earnestly.

The elderly person sat up from the bed, put on clothes, glanced at Director Qi, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The pressure from his gaze was as if substantive.

After the elderly person left the room, the Secretary smiled and said: "Director Qi, thank you for the trouble, the drill is over."

After saying that, he slightly performed a Jiu Gong, then immediately left the consultation room.

A drill? What the heck is this? Zheng Ren was dumbfounded.

Director Qi let out a breath, plopped onto the chair, easing his Tension.

"Director Qi, what's going on?" Zheng Ren asked, puzzled.

He had just seen Director Qi's tense back soaked with sweat, a large patch of wet on the White Coat.

"I said there was nothing wrong." Director Qi eased up, then regained his composure and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, strategic duty often has drills. But you must never neglect any task; drills are to keep the health team vigilant at all times, absolutely cannot cause a fuss like lighting beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords because of a drill. You must remember this."

Zheng Ren knew these were heartfelt words, and nodded in agreement.

"Isn't that elderly person a Leader?" Su Yun asked in surprise.

"Hmm, probably just an ordinary person." Director Qi said.

Su Yun was quite amazed; he considered his eyesight not bad, even saying it was especially good. Just now, he had absolutely not seen any problem.

The elderly person's every move bore a genuine dignity. At the very least, Su Yun could not detect any flaw.

Truly…… hidden dragons and crouching tigers, Su Yun thought with feeling.

"Alright, the mission is over!" Director Qi, seeing this wasn't his first time conducting such a drill, quickly adjusted and said with a chuckle: "Zheng Lao Ban, I heard you did a Surgery live broadcast today?"

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded.

Director Qi saw Zheng Ren listless, and thought it was due to being too tense, so he patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Let's eat together another day; for today, let's just leave it." Director Qi changed clothes, then left the consultation room together with Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

Watching Director Qi leave, Zheng Ren felt his head was stuffed with paste. It wasn't the drill, but the afternoon roller coaster, which was utterly terrifying.

"Boss, your guts were really big just now." Su Yun sidled up to Zheng Ren and said with a chuckle, "Even Director Qi wouldn't say there's nothing wrong."

"No problem is no problem; even if you can't see it, it's a matter of skill." Zheng Ren said.

"That's true, but you're being too careless." Su Yun said.

He had no idea that Zheng Ren first judged via the System Panel, then himself reviewed the ultrasound image once, even mentally reconstructing various checks three or five times before saying that.

If that isn't careful, what is?

"I've already been very careful, rest assured." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun saw Zheng Ren looking deathly ill, frowned and asked: "Boss, for dinner this Evening, can you still go?"

"I can go." Zheng Ren said: "No matter what, we have to go celebrate; we can't dampen everyone's enthusiasm."

"Yo ho, Boss, your emotional intelligence is really improving. This Evening, just don't forget to pay the bill; but absolutely don't finish eating, lie down pretending to sleep, and refuse to pay."

"We're not short on that money." Zheng Ren forced a smile and said.

"How come whenever you say 'we,' I feel like today's wages should be split fifty-fifty with you?" Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with disdain.

"Let's go." Zheng Ren wasn't in the mood to joke with Su Yun; the feeling of riding the roller coaster was really bad, now Zheng Ren felt he was not even as good as being like in Final Destination 3... Pah! Pah! Pah!, unlucky words must not be said.

The two went downstairs, saw Xie Yiren sitting in a red Volvo, holding her phone chatting, and walked straight over.

"Zheng Ren, you look very Uncomfortable. Need an IV?" Xie Yiren saw Zheng Ren's face pallid, quickly opened the car door, hurriedly got out, and asked concernedly.

"A bit Uncomfortable, but no problem." Zheng Ren forced a smile.

Really embarrassing; if it were just an ordinary illness, that would be fine. Riding a roller coaster once and then getting sick from fright……

This matter, likely will be used by Su Yun to tease me for a lifetime.

"Really no problem?" Xie Yiren tilted her head, looked at Zheng Ren's face, and suddenly reached out to touch his forehead.

"Not hot." Zheng Ren grabbed Xiao Yi Ren's hand, soothingly said.

"Hey, keep the lovey-dovey stuff away a bit." Su Yun, finding it unpleasant, said.

"Zheng Ren got sick." Xie Yiren said with some worry.

"Scared, impressive!" Su Yun opened the car door, sat in the front passenger seat, and said: "Lao Mo, let's go!"

Xie Yiren repeatedly confirmed Zheng Ren was fine, then got in the car and drove toward the Moscow Restaurant.

Su Yun had booked the North Exhibition branch; it's said the Western-style Russian food here is the most authentic.

"Su Yun, Lao Mo I've been once, there's nothing special about it." Xie Yiren said while driving.

Today isn't it a celebration? Let's go drink vodka. Lao Mo's bread and such are all pretty half‑hearted, not freshly baked—what's good about cold bread? But vodka really is the kind that lights up at a touch. Su Yun said, and Zheng Ren felt his craving for alcohol surge.

What's good about alcohol? Zheng Ren said.

Boss, have you heard of "eating the good, drinking the spicy"? You don't have the luck to drink alcohol. But please, don't complain that alcohol isn't tasty, okay? Su Yun, without a second thought, shot back.

Is vodka tasty? In my impression, it seems to be made from potatoes. Zheng Ren ignored him and switched the topic to another direction.

Exactly, it's made from potatoes, unlike our grain alcohol. But Boss, when you think about it, this is basically a bottle of potato salad, so actually vodka's alcohol content isn't that high.

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Resident 1: The matter of the drill was, twenty years ago, when I had just started work, I heard a Beijing professor say it. Now whether it still exists, I'm not sure.