After saying a few words to Mr. Wu, Zheng Ren left and went to the ward to see the patient.
The diagnosis of the 6 patients was correct, their condition was relatively good, and they were suitable for surgery.
Zheng Ren estimated the operation time and asked Mu Tao to book a flight back to the imperial capital tomorrow afternoon. He greeted Mr. Wu and prepared to go back to the hotel to rest.
As soon as he arrived downstairs, Zheng Ren saw the people he had just met in Mr. Wu's office surrounding the twenty-year-old girl, waiting at the entrance of the inpatient department.
Zheng Ren pretended not to see it, talked and laughed with Su Yun, and was about to leave.
Suddenly, several dark figures appeared in front of him, and one person blocked Zheng Ren's way with his arm.
Su Yun raised his sword eyebrows, glanced sideways at the man, and said to Zheng Ren, "I can only hit one of those who have practiced."
Zheng Ren smiled, Su Yun's idea was really strange. He wants to fight and solve everything. He is such a hot-blooded middle school boy.
"Mr. Zheng, right?" The girl immediately came to Zheng Ren and asked with a frown, "My name is Zou Yu. Please give me your advice."
"Is something wrong?" Zheng Ren asked.
"My father will be here soon, and I would like to trouble you to take a look."
"Me?" Zheng Ren was surprised.
"Dr. Smith from the Mayo Clinic recommends you..." As he said that, Zou Yu was not sure and paused slightly.
"Oh, I don't know anyone from the Mayo Clinic." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I still have something to do here, please give me some permission."
A look of disbelief appeared on Zou Yu's face. She looked at Zheng Ren in confusion, as if she didn't hear clearly what Zheng Ren was saying.
"Are you sure you are talking to me?" Zou Yu looked at Zheng Ren and said proudly.
"Huh? Do you want to restrict my personal freedom casually?" Zheng Ren also asked a little confused.
"You..." Zou Yu's pretty face turned cold. Just when she was about to have an attack, her assistant touched Zou Yu lightly from behind and whispered a few words in her ear.
Zou Yu's expression kept changing, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Zheng Ren with disbelieving eyes.
Zheng Ren didn't know what happened, but Zheng Ren really didn't want to touch things like poison. Although the system mission reminder said poison was in quotation marks, in the mission description, the words "cannot be explained by existing technology" reminded Zheng Ren of the complexity of this disease.
And from a certain point of view, the unknown Mr. Zou is not his patient, so Zheng Ren will naturally not rush to cause trouble.
"Mr. Zheng, I apologize for my offensive words before." Zou Yu's face was ugly, but he still said patiently.
The pale neck was slightly flushed, as if when angry, blood pressure rises, leading to capillary congestion.
"It's okay, I'm going back to rest." Zheng Ren smiled slightly, bypassed the group of people, and left with Su Yun and the professor.
Mu Tao said apologetically: "Boss Zheng, I have caused you trouble."
"It has nothing to do with you." Zheng Ren said.
"Sigh." Mu Tao thought for a while, but still felt it was troublesome. He started the vehicle and left with Zheng Ren.
"Boss, have you ever encountered poisonous poison?" Su Yun asked.
"No. I have read it in books. The clearest record is from the 1916 notes of Chen Guojun, a calligrapher in the late Qing Dynasty. His servant was poisoned, but the symptoms described were different from those of Mr. Zou. "Zheng Rendao.
"I also think it's nonsense." Su Yun said: "The word Gu in the oracle bone inscriptions is like a container with many bugs. When interpreted from a pictographic perspective, it is indeed the case."
"Zuo Zhuan said that the insect is a poison, which should be the same meaning." Mu Tao added.
Su Yun felt that talking to Mu Tao was quite enjoyable. Smart people, what do you say is simple and worry-free
"Old Mu, do you believe it?"
"I don't believe it," Mu Tao said seriously, "Although I don't believe it, I'll keep it at arm's length."
"Then you still charge money."
"The little money in that card belongs to the teacher's medical expenses." Mu Tao said: "You have to collect the money that should be collected, otherwise they will have other ideas."
"I do believe in the existence of poison." Zheng Ren looked out the window and said calmly.
"Boss, why are you still superstitious? It's rare." Su Yun said: "Before having surgery in the future, should you find a good and auspicious day, like the family members of the mother who gave birth yesterday?"
"Since ancient times, the ban on poisonous poisons has been included in various laws." Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun as if he was looking at an idiot, and Su Yun was a little embarrassed.
"It's all in Han Code, Tang Code, Ming Code, and Qing Code. I guess poison was prevalent at that time. But after the continuous suppression and ban, they all went to the wild lands in Nanyang. So now everyone only knows about Nanyang poison. poison."
"Well, "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" contains 42 kinds of herbal prescriptions for detoxifying poisons." Mu Tao added.
"Who knows." Su Yun rarely refuted. He just fiddled with his phone, probably thinking about tomorrow's Comic Con.
"Boss Zheng, this kind of thing is generally evil. We would rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn't exist, so I say it's better to avoid it." Mu Tao said cautiously, "You are different from the teacher. The teacher is a doctor. When a patient comes, you can't push him out. But you are here for tip surgery, so it has nothing to do with it."
Zheng Ren nodded. Zheng Ren didn't think about the system tasks at all.
Zheng Ren felt that it was very unreliable to cure the poison in order to increase his reputation by 1.
There were no problems with the patient's test results. If it weren't for the big pig's trotters, Zheng Ren would have felt like he was suffering from hysteria or a family ghost, assassinating Mr. Zou because of the family property.
Soon, Mu Tao drove to the hotel.
Zheng Ren got out of the car and saw three cars parked in front of the hotel. A man in his fifties looked honest and honest, with his hands in front of him, as if waiting for something.
Seeing Mu Tao driving in, he checked the license plate number. After Zheng Ren got off the car, he came up to him and asked politely: "Are you Mr. Zheng?"
"I am." Zheng Ren felt that this trip to Pengcheng was really terrible. The more he wanted to stay away from trouble, the tighter the trouble became.
"The master wants to see you, please come with me, Mr. Zheng." The man said.
It should be someone like the driver of the Zou family, Zheng Ren guessed.
"I'm sorry, I have to take a rest." Zheng Ren said calmly: "If anything happens, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
Therefore, Zheng Ren simply rejected the driver's invitation.
Current medicine cannot explain this disease. How to treat it? It's proper to refuse from the very beginning, otherwise Zheng Ren would think it would be very troublesome.
Taking the toiletries in hand, Zheng Ren walked around the luxury cars, but heard hearty laughter coming from behind.
"Mr. Zheng, I have offended you a lot before, please forgive me."
This was the real owner. Zheng Ren was a little helpless and thought to himself that he should reject him quickly and go upstairs to rest.
Turn around,
Zheng Ren was stunned.