Chapter 1307 Behçet's Syndrome

"My eldest brother has been depressed since the incident ten years ago. We went out to play, but he never followed." Song Ying said, paused, smiled bitterly, and said, "It's the boss I used to worship, and he has a weird temper. , Boss Zheng, don't mind."

"Manager Song, what I said is unpleasant." Su Yun said: "Forget it, don't say it, it's weird."

"Doctor Su, please rest assured, what I said is definitely true." Song Ying said: "Our brothers are also curious, why does the boss have a sexually transmitted disease?"

Zheng Ren pondered.

"The boss refused to go to the hospital for an examination. After the other brothers heard about me, didn't they think that Boss Zheng was a genius doctor, so they urged me to ask Boss Zheng. They are all old antiques, Boss Zheng, you Haihan." Song Ying said politely.

Su Yun was very disdainful, but did not show it.

He looked around, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer, opened it and took a sip, "Manager Song, get a bottle of ice-cold Maotai on the car."

"..." Song Ying knew he was joking, but he couldn't attack.

The matter of his own boss is not the attitude of seeking medical treatment. If you change yourself to be a doctor, it is estimated that you will feel resentment in your heart.

However, he still holds a glimmer of hope for Zheng Ren, otherwise, once such a private matter is known to the boss, it may be cut off.

He didn't answer Su Yun's words, but looked at Zheng Ren.

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

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

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

"Boss Zheng, if you don't see the outside world, I'll take care of you, how about you call me brother? The manager's shouting, it's an outsider even if you don't see the outside world." Song Ying said with a smile.

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

"..." Song Ying was silent.

"Then you know his situation, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

"basic understanding."

"Do you have oral ulcers? The ones that occur at least four or five times a year. And they are recurring and difficult to cure." Zheng Ren asked tentatively.

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

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

For a moment, Song Ying felt ashamed.

Originally, I thought I had a basic understanding of everything, but when Boss Zheng opened his mouth to ask, he stopped the question.

Two mouths up and down, this kind of yellow accent of driving, Song Ying didn't think about it. Zheng Ren sitting in the car looked so solemn and steady like a mountain.

Su Yun relaxed and continued to drink.

"In this way, I don't know much about the patient's situation. Brother Song, you should ask about the situation first. Don't worry, it's been two years, it's not a few days." Zheng Ren considered it carefully, and continued: "Yes When the time passes, use a sterile 20-gauge needle or smaller needle to pierce the skin diagonally, and check the situation after 24 to 48 hours."

Song Ying did not question, but seriously remembered.

"If you don't want to see a doctor or nurse, just 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 don't show timidity." Zheng Ren smiled: "First ask if there is any oral ulcer, and then use a needle to check the situation."

"Any other instructions?" Song Ying asked cautiously.

"No, do these two first, I'll see if my guess is correct."

"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 into the car again and did not go home.

"This patient is probably mentally ill and should go to a psychiatrist. Why did you let him do an acupuncture experiment?" Su Yun muttered in dissatisfaction.

"I can't say that either." Zheng Ren patted him on the shoulder and said, "Didn't Brother Song say that after such a big event, emotional changes are always acceptable. I didn't touch a woman, but got sick. , Who do you think can stand it?"

"Maybe..." Su Yun said with a smirk.

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

"Do you suspect Behcet's disease syndrome?" Su Yun suddenly changed the topic and asked.

"Well, usually this kind of situation will think of Behcet's disease. Leave it alone. After asking about the situation of oral ulcers and the results of the acupuncture experiment, you will be able to understand 70-80%." Zheng Ren said, pressing the elevator .

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

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

Going upstairs and opening the door, Zheng Ren saw that Xie Yi was watering the flowers. Kuroko crouched beside her, sticking out her tongue and wagging her tail.

Zheng Ren sweated profusely.

In the past few days, I forgot about watering the flowers and called it a clean.

"Yiren, you came back so fast." Zheng Ren greeted awkwardly.

"Zheng Ren, go for a walk with Heizi." 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 pot has been arched up, and the roots of the flower below seem to be a mess.

Is this a rose that has been irradiated? Or are roses just like that?

It's a pity that I came back late. It would be great if I could go for a walk with Xiao Yiren. Zheng Ren was still reminiscing about what happened in the afternoon, and when he remembered it, his heart skipped a beat.

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

"No, why don't you go down and take the sunspot for a walk?"

"I'm going to wash up and go to bed. By the way, Peng Jia is coming back. In the afternoon, I was arguing with the vice presidents of Xinglinyuan. It's really tiring." Su Yun sighed.

"why?"

"It's not for the live broadcast." Su Yun said: "Actually, I want to say that from a commercial point of view, the live broadcast will stop there. But the live broadcast of the TIPS operation must be done, and the map opening is far from over. ."

"so what?"

"Uncle Ning said that the first batch of bio-myoelectric prosthetic limbs have been sent to the provincial hospital, and it cost a lot of money. You really don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive."

Zheng Ren waved his hand, too lazy to listen to Su Yun muttering about this.

But he didn't go out either, with Heizi, squatting on the ground, waiting for the Xie Yi people.

Xiao Yiren turned around and saw Zheng Ren squatting and Hei Zi squatting, and burst out laughing.

"Let's go, let's go together." Xie Yiren washed his hands, and then went down holding hands with Zheng Ren to take Heizi for a walk.

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

He vaguely remembered that Xiao Yiren had Lin Jiaojiao's WeChat account, for fear that Yiren would do some minor adjustments.

What if I don't recognize myself when I get home?