Zheng Ren and Director Wang, who looked like he had lost his parents, left the ward.
Director Wang was in a daze. He was like a walking corpse, and his eyelids drooped.
Zheng Ren ignored him. After going downstairs, he smoked a cigarette and Feng Xuhui drove to the hospital.
In fact, he really did not understand what this group of people who did not know what was going on.
This was also because Liu Xuzhi was cowardly. If it were someone stronger, it would have been an endless situation.
If he reported it with his real name, could the little tricks in the hospital withstand the inspection?
It was true that people died for money and birds died for food. However, this mouthful of food was a little too small.
Since he was courting death, he would die. It would be better if he died completely.
Zheng Ren got into the car and rushed all the way to the Provincial Capital, flying back to the Imperial Capital.
Although it was' only '900 kilometers, it was time to get off work when he went back.
Xie Yiren drove over to pick Zheng Ren up. She said that she had found a delicious big plate chicken nearby and would not cook tonight. Everyone would just go and have a simple meal.
Zheng Ren was not very interested in what to eat. Whether it was hot pot, rice, or big plate chicken, it was all the same to him.
He was just making a living. If he could not eat, Zheng Ren would definitely choose to refuse to eat.
He told Little Yiren about the journey. It was snowing in May. Liu Xuzhi was bullied, but in the end, he was despised by Su Yun.
Su Yun did not even think about it and immediately said a few better solutions.
Acting cool and slapping faces were both highlights. It did look a little more dazzling than Zheng Ren's method.
However, Zheng Ren did not have time to waste in Xilin Town. As for Old Liu, he had to work hard to get back at him.
If he did not work hard, he could not stand up for him in everything, right? They were all adults. If he could not do this well, there would be more trouble in the future.
Zheng Ren thought that he had done a good job. He did not want to participate too much.
Feng Xuhui's car was parked at the airport. He followed the Volvo XC60 all the way to the place for dinner.
Liu Zewei had already reserved a seat, just like an honest roommate who was sent to the study room on a university campus to reserve a seat.
However, he did not seem to reserve a seat after work. Instead, he waited for Zheng Ren to get off the plane and estimated the time before he started to ask for a number and queue up.
A few minutes before Zheng Ren and the others arrived, they had just gotten a seat. The lady boss was cleaning up the guests' things on the previous table. Everything was just right.
"Why do you like to eat such greasy food?" Su Yun sat down and began to nag, "Lady boss, do you have Wu Su?"
"No." The Lady Boss's temper was obviously not good, she did not even look at Su Yun, and directly shouted.
Su Yun also knew that in the food stalls, everything had to be shouted, so he didn't mind.
"The Big Plate Chicken is so delicious." Xie Yiren held Zheng Ren's hand and looked at the people sitting next to her eating happily. She could not help but swallow her saliva.
"Yiren, have you eaten enough delicacies?" Su Yun asked disdainfully.
"Each has its own benefits." Xie Yiren tried to shift her attention away from the other tables. It was rude to keep staring at others.
"It's just a plate of chicken, and it's expensive." Su Yun was disdainful.
"You can't say that. A plate of Big Plate Chicken means a whole free-range Shawan three-yellow chicken, about a catty of Bortungu potato pieces, enough to make the whole chicken taste good, Anji sea chili skin, green onions, green peppers, cinnamon, star anise, and all kinds of spices."
"Is the food in his house really three-yellow chicken?" Su Yun asked.
"Yes, I've eaten it once. It's very authentic," Xie Yiren said with a smile. Xie Yiren smiled and said, "It's said that Bortungu potatoes contain a lot of trace elements and can treat hair loss."
Liu Zewei touched his bald head, chuckled, and said, "In order to treat hair loss, I have thought of many ways. I don't know how many aromatherapy machines I've used. "
"It's useless. They're all lies," Su Yun said.
"Maybe it's a psychological effect. I feel better after using it. In fact, I still look like a bear, "Liu Zewei said." After this training, I'll go back and take a look at the hair transplant. "
"The hair transplant is to extract the hair follicles at the back of the head and plant them in the needed area. It's similar to robbing Peter to pay Paul. The whole process won't add a single strand of hair to you," Zheng Ren said.
"The local support the central government. As long as it's evenly distributed, I have no other requests." Liu Zewei's request was also simple.
"Old Liu, you've been touching your bald head every day. Your hands are oily."
"I'm old. My metabolism isn't that fast, so there won't be a lot of oil." Liu Zewei did not mind Su Yun teasing him.
This time, Boss Zheng had traveled thousands of miles to perform surgery on Liu Xuzhi, which shocked Liu Zewei.
It turned out that studying at Boss Zheng's place not only allowed him to learn skills, but he could also save his life at critical moments!
Although he was in the First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University, it was not as remote as Liu Xuzhi's place, so he was not afraid of myocardial infarction. The First Affiliated Hospital of Provincial Capital Medical University was very familiar with such a 'simple' surgery like myocardial infarction.
But what if there were other diseases?
Boss Zheng was very benevolent and righteous!
For a small fry who had nothing to do with him, he had gone back and forth for thousands of miles. Liu Zewei did not even know what to say.
In fact, it was useless for him to think too much. The most important thing was to do the work at hand. He had to leave a good impression on Boss Zheng.
If one day he encountered Liu Xuzhi's situation, there would still be a glimmer of hope. Liu Zewei was very clear about this kind of thing.
"I'm used to touching it. When I don't touch my bald head for a while, I feel like there are small bugs crawling around," Liu Zewei said with a smile.
"Sometimes I feel like there are small bugs crawling on my body, but when I scratch them, I find that there are no bugs. This phenomenon is called ant movement," Zheng Ren's eyes were a little dull. He had entered a state of rest, but when he heard Liu Zewei's words, he casually explained.
"…" Liu Zewei was also very speechless. Did he have to be so professional?
"Peripheral neuritis, sympathetic chain syndrome, parietal lobe epilepsy, and diabetic peripheral neuropathy will all have ant movement. Old Liu, when you have time, you can check it out," Su Yun said.
"No, Old Liu, it's just a psychological effect," Zheng Ren said. "It's not even a psychological illness. It's just an illusion."
"Tsk, you have a psychological illness. When it comes to this, you can't help but exonerate yourself," Su Yun said.
"You know about Paris syndrome, right?" Zheng Ren asked.
"What is Paris syndrome? Is it a disease that only Parisians have? "Chang Yue adjusted her glasses and asked.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. Paris syndrome is that people who have been to Paris feel that it's not as good as they think. It's mainly Japanese, so it's called Paris syndrome.
"The symptoms are nausea, insomnia, convulsions, indescribable fear, inferiority, shame, persecutory delusions, and even suicidal tendencies.
With global integration, more and more Japanese tourists come to Paris, and this disease has begun to spread.
"And you said that you're not mentally ill."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
