"My brother has been depressed ever since that incident ten years ago. He never follows us when we go out to play. " Song Ying paused for a moment and smiled bitterly. "He's my sworn brother. He has a strange temper, but don't mind him, Boss Zheng."
"Manager Song, I'm going to say something unpleasant," Su Yun said. "Forget it. It'll spoil the mood."
"Doctor Su, don't worry. I'm telling the truth," Song Ying said. "We're also curious as to why our boss has an STD."
Zheng Ren pondered.
"Boss refused to go to the hospital for a check-up. When the others heard about it, they thought that Boss Zheng was a miracle doctor, so they urged me to ask him. They're all antiques. Please forgive them, Boss Zheng, "Song Ying said politely.
Su Yun was disdainful but did not show it.
He searched around, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of beer, and took a sip. "Manager Song, prepare a bottle of iced Maotai in the car tomorrow."
"…" Song Ying knew it was a joke but could not lose his temper.
His boss's condition was not a matter of seeking medical advice. If he were a doctor, he would probably be resentful as well.
However, he still had a glimmer of hope for Zheng Ren. Otherwise, if his boss found out about such a private matter, he might cut ties with him.
He did not answer Su Yun but looked at Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren's head was slightly lowered as he looked at the test results in his hand as if they were carved with flowers.
After five minutes of silence, Su Yun drank two cans of beer.
"Manager Song …" Zheng Ren suddenly said.
"Boss Zheng, if you don't mind, how about you call me brother? Call me manager if you don't see me as an outsider, "Song Ying said with a smile.
"Brother Song, can I take a look at the patient?" Zheng Ren asked seriously.
"…" Song Ying was silent.
"Then, you should know about his condition, right?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I have a basic understanding."
"Does he have oral ulcers? It happens at least four or five times a year. Also, it's recurrent and difficult to cure, "Zheng Ren probed.
Su Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at Zheng Ren through the black hair in front of his forehead.
"This … I'm not sure." Song Ying shook his head.
In an instant, Song Ying felt very ashamed.
Originally, he wanted to understand everything, but when Boss Zheng opened his mouth to ask, he was stumped.
Song Ying didn't think too much about this kind of dirty talk from the two mouths. Zheng Ren, who was sitting in the car, looked so solemn and steady like a mountain.
Su Yun relaxed and continued drinking.
"How about this? I don't know much about the patient's condition. Brother Song, you can ask about the situation first. There's no rush. It's already been two years. A few more days won't make a difference. " Zheng Ren's consideration was more thorough. He continued, "When you have time, you can go over and use a sterile No. 20 needle or a smaller syringe to stab it diagonally into the skin. After 24 to 48 hours, we'll see what happens."
Song Ying didn't question it. Instead, he memorized it seriously.
"If you don't want to see a doctor or nurse, take a picture and show it to me," Zheng Ren said.
"You suspect …" Song Ying asked hopefully.
"I don't have any medical history and I haven't seen the patient, so I won't show my fear." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "First, ask if there are any oral ulcers, then use a needle to see the situation."
"Do you have any other instructions?" Song Ying asked carefully.
"No. Do these two things first. I'll see if my guess is correct."
"Okay." Song Ying agreed without hesitation.
Twenty minutes later, they returned to the Golden Palm. After sending them to the unit entrance, Song Ying got into the car again and did not go home.
"This patient probably has a mental illness. He should see a psychiatrist. Why did you let him do the acupuncture experiment? "Su Yun muttered in dissatisfaction.
"You can't say that." Zheng Ren patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Song, didn't you say that after going through such a big thing, emotional changes are always acceptable? He didn't touch a woman, but he got sick. Who do you think would be able to bear it? "
"Maybe …" Su Yun said with a smirk.
Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Don't think too much. Life isn't as messy as you think."
"You suspect it's Behcet's syndrome?" Su Yun suddenly changed the topic.
"Yes. Usually, this kind of situation would be linked to Behcet's syndrome. Let's not talk about it for now. I'll ask about the oral ulcers and the results of the acupuncture experiment. I'll be able to understand 70% to 80%, "Zheng Ren said as he pressed the elevator button.
"Boss, your kindness is really well disguised," Su Yun whistled and said.
"What do you mean?" Zheng Ren ignored him.
He went upstairs and opened the door. Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren watering the flowers. Hei Zi squatted beside her, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail.
Zheng Ren sweated.
He had forgotten about watering the flowers these few days.
"Yiren, you're back so quickly," Zheng Ren greeted her awkwardly.
"Zheng Ren, go walk Hei Zi." Little Yiren smiled and arranged the work.
"Okay." Zheng Ren walked over with the leash and put it on Hei Zi. He glanced at it.
The soil in the flowerpot had already arched up, and the roots below seemed to be in a mess.
Was this a rose that had been irradiated? Or was that what roses looked like?
It was a pity that he came back too late. If only he could go down for a walk with Little Yiren. Zheng Ren was still recalling what happened in the afternoon. When he thought about it, his heart skipped a beat.
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Su Yun asked from the side.
"Nothing. Why don't you go down and take Hei Zi for a walk?"
"I'm going to wash up and go to bed. Oh right, Peng Jia is coming back. In the afternoon, I almost quarreled with a few vice presidents of Xinglin Garden. It's so f * cking tiring. "Su Yun yawned.
"Why?"
"It's all because of the live broadcast," Su Yun said. "Actually, from a business point of view, the live broadcast should end here. However, the live broadcast of the TIPS surgery still has to be done. The matter of opening the map is far from over. "
"So?"
"Uncle Ning said that the first batch of bio-myoelectric prosthetics has been sent to Chengdu Provincial Hospital. It's a lot of money. You really don't know how expensive rice, oil, and salt are."
Zheng Ren waved his hand. He could not be bothered to listen to Su Yun's nagging.
However, he did not go out. He squatted on the ground with Hei Zi and waited for Xie Yiren.
Little Yiren turned around and saw Zheng Ren squatting and Hei Zi squatting. She burst out laughing.
"Let's go. Let's go together." Xie Yiren washed her hands and then went down with Zheng Ren to take Hei Zi for a walk.
The two of them tacitly did not mention what happened in the afternoon. Zheng Ren lightly talked about the complications caused by Lin Jiaojiao's cosmetic surgery and liposuction.
He vaguely remembered that Little Yiren had Lin Jiaojiao's WeChat. He was afraid that Little Yiren would go and do some micro-surgery.
What if he could not recognize her when he got home?
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