"What is Song Enlai doing!" First Master Wang said angrily.
"He wants Boss Zheng to take a look at Master Chunu Ancer," the attendant said.
Su Yun raised his head to take a glance, then lowered his head to look at the radiographic films in front of him with Zheng Ren.
Grandpa Wang turned around and looked at Zheng Ren. He whispered, "Serve Boss Zheng well. I'll go take a look."
With that, he led his men out.
"Boss, someone is causing trouble," Su Yun whispered.
"Look here." Zheng Ren did not seem to care about what was happening around him. He pointed at the screen, his tone slightly excited.
This was a radiographic film taken three years ago.
After the hip replacement surgery, there were no problems with the follow-up examination. The surgery was quite successful.
However, there was a faint change in density in a position on the inner side of the pubic curve of the hip joint.
"Boss, this is a film from three years ago." Su Yun was puzzled and asked, "Is there any point in watching it now?"
"What you're saying doesn't sound like a geriatric disease. It sounds more like poisoning," Zheng Ren said.
As soon as the word "poison" was uttered, the air in the control room froze.
Grandpa Wang's subordinates and the doctors from the national hospital looked at each other with cautious expressions.
Great aristocratic family, poisoning, the old master is about to die …
Those who knew the truth would die silently one by one in the future.
A doctor on duty turned pale. His Chinese was not good, so he could only understand the general meaning of their conversation. He asked the person next to him in a low voice, "Boss Zheng, are you talking about poisoning?"
The doctor next to him pretended that nothing had happened. He walked into the ward and began to record the values of the ventilator that had been recorded earlier.
It was as if Zheng Ren had a plague on him and he could survive by staying away from him.
"Boss, I was just joking. Did you take it seriously?" Su Yun said helplessly.
"It's not a joke. Look here." Zheng Ren pointed at the screen.
"This is …" Su Yun noticed that the density at the back of the jugular curve was not right, but it did not seem to be a big deal. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Is it a surgical scar that appeared in the body's tissues after surgery?"
"No!" Zheng Ren said. "Here …"
Just as he said this, the door of the ward was pushed open.
A middle-aged man about 1.64m tall barged in. His skin was dark and his face was ruthless. His eyes were like a venomous snake as he stared at the control room.
Covering his face, Old Master Wang followed behind furiously, not daring to say a single word. From the looks of it, he had been slapped.
"Are you the Boss Zheng that Master Yan mentioned?" the man asked in half-baked Chinese.
Su Yun raised his head, and the moment he saw the ruthless middle-aged man, his arm muscles stiffened, and then he slowly stood up.
Zheng Ren frowned. He had just made some progress. Who would disturb him?
He turned around and saw the dark-skinned, ruthless man. "I am. May I know who you are?"
"I am Songen, Chunui's junior apprentice brother." Songen grinned viciously and said, "Treat my senior apprentice brother first."
Zheng Ren shrugged and narrowed his eyes.
Like Su Yun, he slowly stood up, using his body to block his right hand, he quietly touched the body of a pen on the table.
But at the same time, he touched another hand.
He had the same idea as Su Yun. Seriously … Zheng Ren smiled bitterly. The security here was really chaotic. Would he have to carry a scalpel out in the future?
A single lancet cost 233 USD. The cost was too high.
Zheng Ren's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, but he wore a habitual fake smile on his face and said, "If you want to see a doctor, please follow the order. This is the rule."
"Motherf * cker …" Someone behind Songen cursed.
Just as he started to curse, Songen raised his hand, and the man immediately stopped.
"Boss Zheng, I want to treat you with courtesy," Songen said slowly, "He …"
As he spoke, Songen pointed at Old Mr. Wang in the ward.
"There's no hurry. As for my senior apprentice brother, if you go a little later, you might die. "
Songen's voice was cold and moist, like a venomous snake, sending chills down one's spine.
"Of course, when inviting a doctor to see a doctor, you must be very polite. That's what my senior apprentice brother said. But I don't think so. If you make me unhappy, I'll make you even more unhappy. "
Zheng Ren's eyebrows were furrowed, his toes digging into the ground in his shoes like a cheetah, ready to explode at any time.
"The two of you aren't the only ones who came, right?" Songen smiled. A cold and damp aura spread, and Zheng Ren's body shivered slightly.
"Sambat Banchamonk has already invited your friends. How do you want to choose? It's up to you." Songen stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.
"Who is Sambat Banchamonk?" Zheng Ren looked at Songen attentively and asked Su Yun in a low voice.
"I think he's the underground boxing champion of Muay Thai." Su Yun's expression turned solemn, the usual laziness of joking disappearing without a trace. He held the ballpoint pen in his right hand and hid it behind his back, speaking with rapt attention.
Zheng Ren's right foot did not leave the ground, moving 25.2 centimeters forward. The distance between his feet was the most suitable distance for him to exert force.
The crackling sound of ATP's high-energy phosphate bonds crackled in his ears.
He was furious, but anger could not solve the problem.
"Mr. Songen, there's no need for this." Zheng Ren wore a fake smile on his face, his fingers slowly closing one by one and clenching into a fist.
"There's a need, otherwise you …" As Songen spoke, there was a commotion at the door.
Bang, bang, bang, there were a few muffled grunts. Zheng Ren felt the walls of the ward begin to tremble.
"You, get out of the way." Fan Tianshui's voice came from the door.
0.35 seconds later, there was another loud bang.
Fan Tianshui dragged a person with his left hand and walked in steadily.
Songen was startled and quickly dodged.
Before he could dodge, Fan Tianshui slapped his neck where the carotid artery was. His entire body was directly pressed against the wall, making an even clearer sound.
The Wang family's eldest son was dumbfounded.
Was this a human Tyrannosaurus rex?
"Chief Zheng, there's a guy who went to show off. I didn't dare to hit him hard. What do you think we should do?" Fan Tianshui threw the person dragged by his left hand onto the floor of the control room.
There was a thud.
The System's panel was bright red. In an instant, Zheng Ren saw the diagnosis of more than a dozen fractures.
Did he not hit him hard?
What would happen if he hit him hard?
"Are we okay?" Zheng Ren asked quickly, not caring about the life or death of Sambat Banchamengke, who was lying on the ground.
"Uh … It's okay. He was knocked down by me and the old squad leader as soon as he came in. He even said it was two against one. It was unfair, "Fan Tianshui said honestly, scratching his head.
Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.
He had accidentally brought Fan Tianshui and Zhu Fengyu here. He did not expect it to be so useful. His luck was indeed good, Zheng Ren thought.
However, this matter was not over yet!
He smiled and came to Songen's side. He squatted in front of him and said gently, "If you want to make me unhappy, I'll make you even more unhappy, really."
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