"My elder brother has been depressed since what happened ten years ago. When we went out to play, he never followed him." Song Ying said, paused, smiled bitterly, and said, "It was the boss I was the one who was accused of being a soldier back then. He has a weird temper. Boss Zheng, don't care."

"Manager Song, I'm not good at saying it." Su Yun said: "Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore, it's a strange thing."

"Doctor Su, please rest assured about this. What I said must be true." Song Ying said: "We guys are also curious, why did the boss have a STD?"

Zheng Ren pondered.

"The boss refused to go to the hospital for examination. After hearing about my incident, the other brothers thought that Boss Zheng was a miracle doctor, so they urged me to ask Boss Zheng. They are all old antiques, Boss Zheng, please forgive me." Song Yingke said politely.

Su Yun was very disdainful, but he didn't show it.

He searched around, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, opened it and took a sip, "Manager Song, get a bottle of iced iron-covered Moutai in Ming's car."

"..." Song Ying knew it was a joke, but he couldn't have an attack.

My boss’s affairs are not about seeking medical treatment. If I were a doctor, I would probably have a grudge.

However, he still had a glimmer of hope for Zheng Ren, otherwise if the boss knew about such a private matter, he might have a broken robe and a broken sect.

He did not answer Su Yun's words, but looked at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren lowered his head slightly, looking at the test sheets in his hand, as if the orders were engraved with flowers.

After five minutes of silence, Su Yun drank two beer.

"Manager Song..." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"Boss Zheng, if you don't see the outside, I'll ask you to be a big shot. How about you call me brother? The manager shouted, "I'll be a heretic, too, I'll be a heretic." Song Ying said with a smile.

"Brother Song, can I take a look at the patient himself?" Zheng Ren asked very seriously.

"..." Song Ying was silent.

"Then you know his situation." Zheng Ren asked.

“Basic understanding.”

"Do you have oral ulcers? The kind that occurs at least four or five times a year. And it is repeated and it is difficult to cure." Zheng Ren asked inquiry.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed, his eyes shone through the black hair on his forehead, staring at Zheng Ren.

"This... I'm really not sure." Song Ying shook his head.

For a moment, Song Ying felt very ashamed.

I originally wanted to understand basically all the situation, but when Boss Zheng opened his mouth and asked, he stopped himself.

Song Ying didn't think about this kind of yellow accent of driving. Zheng Ren, who was sitting in the car, looked so solemn, as stable as a mountain.

Su Yun relaxed and continued to drink.

"In this way, I don't know much about the patient's situation. Brother Song, please ask about the situation first. It's been two years, not so many days." Zheng Ren thought about it carefully and continued: "If you have time, you will use the needle of a sterile 20-number or smaller syringe to penetrate into the skin obliquely, and then check the situation after 24 to 48 hours."

Song Ying did not question it, but remembered it seriously.

"If you don't want to see a doctor and a nurse, just take a photo to show me." Zheng Ren said.

"You doubt..." Song Ying asked with hope.

"I don't have any medical history and have not seen the patient, so I won't show any timidity." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "First ask if there are any oral ulcers, then use a needle to see the situation."

"Are there any other instructions?" Song Ying asked carefully.

"It's gone, do these two things first, let me see if my guess is right."

"Okay." Song Ying agreed without hesitation.

Twenty minutes later, he returned to the Palme d'Or and sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun to the door of the unit, but Song Ying got in the car again and did not go home.

"This patient probably has a mental illness and should go to the psychiatric department. Why did you ask him to do acupuncture experiment?" Su Yun muttered dissatisfiedly.

"You can't say that either." Zheng Ren patted his shoulder and said, "Didn't Brother Song say that after experiencing such a big thing, emotional changes are always acceptable. He didn't touch a woman, but got sick. Who would have to bear it?"

"Maybe..." Su Yun said, smirking.

Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Don't think about it, life is not as messy as you think."

"Do you suspect it's Bethel disease syndrome?" Su Yun suddenly changed his mind and asked.

"Well, usually I think of Baisai disease in this case. Don't worry about it for now. Once you ask about the condition of oral ulcers and the results of the acupuncture experiment, you will understand 70% or 80%." Zheng Ren said, pressing the elevator.

"Boss, your kindness is so good." Su Yun whistled and said.

"That's what you said." Zheng Ren ignored him.

Upstairs and opened the door, Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren watering the flowers. Heizi squatted beside her, stuck out his tongue, and shook his tail.

Zheng Ren Khan.

I have forgotten the matter of watering flowers these days so clean.

"Yiren, you're back so quickly." Zheng Ren greeted awkwardly.

"Zheng Ren, go and have a chance to have sex." Xiao Yiren arranged the work with a smile.

"Okay." Zheng Ren walked over with the leash, put it on Heizi, and glanced at it.

The soil in the flower pot has arched up, and the roots below seem to be in a mess.

Is this the rose after being radiated? Or is it that rose like that?

Unfortunately, it was too late to come back. How great would it be if I could go downstairs with Xiao Yiren. Zheng Ren was still recalling what happened in the afternoon, but when he thought about it, he was moved.

"Boss, what are you thinking?" Su Yun asked.

"No, why don't you go down and take Heizi around?"

"I'm going to wash and go to bed. By the way, Peng Jia is coming back. In the afternoon, I'm almost quarreling with several vice presidents of Xinglin Garden. It's so tiring." Su Yun exclaimed.

"Why?"

"It's not for the live broadcast." Su Yun said: "Actually, I have to say that from a business perspective, the live broadcast will end here. But the live broadcast of tips surgery must be done, and the matter of opening the map is far from over."

"so what?"

"Uncle Ning said that the first batch of biomyoelectric prosthetics have been sent to the provincial hospital. It costs a lot of money. You really don't know that the food, rice, oil and salt are expensive."

Zheng Ren waved his hand, too lazy to listen to Su Yun’s mocking.

But he didn't go out, and he squatted on the ground with Heizi, waiting for Xie Yiren.

Xiao Yiren turned around and saw Zheng Ren squatting and Heizi squatting, and then burst into laughter.

"Let's go, let's go together." Xie Yiren washed her hands, and then held Zheng Ren and took Heizi for a walk.

The two had a tacit understanding and did not mention the afternoon incident. Zheng Ren talked lightly about the complications caused by Lin Jiaojiao's cosmetic surgery and liposuction.

He vaguely remembered that Xiao Yiren had Lin Jiaojiao's WeChat, for fear that Yiren would do something wrong.
Chapter completed!