Chapter 1589 You Make Me Unhappy, I Will Make You Even More Unhappy (Part 1)

"What's the matter with Song En!" The uncle of the Wang family said angrily.

"He wants Boss Zheng to take a look at Master Chunuangsai," said the follower.

Su Yun raised his head and glanced at it, then lowered his head to watch the film in front of him with Zheng Ren.

The uncle of the Wang family looked back at Zheng Ren and whispered, "Serve Boss Zheng well, I'll take a look."

After speaking, he took people out.

"Boss, someone is making trouble." Su Yun reminded in a low voice.

"Look here." Zheng Ren seemed to be ignoring the surrounding things at all. He pointed his finger at the screen, and his tone was slightly excited.

This is a post-op photo three years ago.

After hip replacement, there was no problem with the re-examination and the operation was quite successful.

However, there is a faint density change at a location on the medial side of the pubic neck curve of the hip joint.

"Boss, this is a film from three years ago." Su Yun was puzzled and asked, "Does it make sense to watch it now?"

"What you said doesn't look like a disease of old age, but like poisoning." Zheng Ren said.

The word "poisoning" was uttered, and the air in the operating room of the entire ward was stagnant.

Uncle Wang's subordinates and the doctor of the National Hospital looked at each other with a cautious expression on their faces.

The big family, poisoned, the old man will die...

Those who know the truth will surely die silently one by one in the future.

One of the doctors on duty turned pale. His Chinese was not good. He only understood the general meaning of the communication between Zheng Ren and Su Yun. He whispered to the person next to him, "Did Boss Zheng mean poisoning?"

The doctor next to him pretended to be fine, walked into the ward, and began to record the ventilator values ​​he had already recorded.

It was as if Zheng Ren had a plague on him, and he could survive by staying away from him.

"Boss, I'm joking, are you serious?" Su Yun said helplessly.

"It's not a joke, look here." Zheng Ren pointed his finger on the screen.

"This is..." Su Yun noticed that the density of the position behind the pubic neck curve was indeed wrong, but it seemed to be nothing. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Is it the surgical scar that appeared in the local body tissue after surgery?"

"No!" Zheng Ren said, "here..."

As soon as I said this, the door of the ward was pushed open with a bang.

A middle-aged man with a height of about 1.64m broke in. He was dark-skinned, with a ruthless face, and his eyes looked at the operating room like a poisonous snake.

Uncle Wang covered his face and followed behind angrily, but he didn't dare to say a word. It looked like he was slapped.

"Are you Boss Zheng that Master Yan said?" the man asked in half-familiar Chinese.

Su Yun looked up and saw the middle-aged ruthless man, his arm muscles stiffened, and then he slowly stood up.

Zheng Ren frowned, there was just a little brow on this side, who is going to disturb?

Looking back, seeing the dark and ruthless man, Zheng Ren asked, "I am, may I ask you?"

"I'm Song En, Chu Nu'angsai's junior brother." Song En grinned and said, "Give my senior brother to see a doctor first."

Zheng Ren shrugged and narrowed his eyes.

Like Su Yun, he stood up slowly, blocked his right hand with his body, and quietly touched the body of a pen on the table.

But at the same time, he touched another hand.

It's the same as Su Yun's idea, really... Zheng Ren smiled bitterly, the security here is really chaotic, do you have to go out with a scalpel in the future?

At $233 for a lancet, the cost is too high.

Zheng Ren was thinking about all kinds of messes in his mind, but with a smirk that he was used to, he said, "If you go to the doctor, please come in order. This is the rule."

"Regarding your mother..." Song En scolded someone behind him.

As soon as he started scolding, Song En raised his hand, and the man's words stopped immediately.

"Boss Zheng, I want to treat each other with courtesy." Song En said slowly, "He..."

Saying that, Song En pointed to Mr. Wang in the ward.

"Don't worry. My brother, if you go a little later, you may die."

Song En's voice was cold and wet, like a poisonous snake, which made people shudder.

"Of course, ask the doctor to see a doctor and be polite. This is what my senior brother said. But I don't think so. If you make me unhappy, I will make you even more unhappy."

Zheng Ren's eyebrows were twisted into a ball, and his toes were digging hard on the ground inside his shoes, like a cheetah, ready to explode at any time.

"It's not just the two of you who came here, right?" Song En smiled, and Zheng Ren's body froze slightly with a clammy breath.

"Sanbat Banchamenk has already gone to invite your friends. How to choose is up to you." Song En stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.

"Who is Sanbait Bancha Mengke?" Zheng Ren looked at Song En and asked Su Yun in a low voice.

"It seems to be the Muay Thai underground boxing champion." Su Yun's expression froze, and his usual joking slack disappeared without a trace. He held a ballpoint pen upside down in his right hand and hid it behind him, and said intently.

Zheng Ren kept his right foot off the ground and rubbed 25.2cm forward. The distance between his feet was the most suitable distance for him to exert force.

The sound of ATP's high-energy phosphate bond cracking crackled in my ears.

He is angry, but anger does not solve the problem.

"Mr. Song En, there's no need for this." Zheng Ren wore a smirk mask on his face, and slowly closed his fingers one by one into a fist.

"It's necessary, or you..." Song En said, there was a commotion at the door.

The sound of bang bang bang sounded, and there were several muffled groans, and Zheng Ren felt that the walls of the ward began to tremble.

"You, get out of the way." Fan Tianshui's voice came from the door.

After 0.35 seconds, there was another loud noise.

Fan Tianshui dragged a person with his left hand and walked in steadily.

Song En was stunned, and quickly turned away.

Before he could dodge, he was slapped by Fan Tianshui at the carotid sinus of his neck, and his whole body was directly attached to the wall, making a clearer sound.

The uncle of the Wang family was dumbfounded.

Is this a humanoid tyrannosaurus?

"Mr. Zheng, there is a guy who is going to show off his power. I don't dare to do anything hard. What do you think?" Fan Tianshui threw the man dragged by his left hand onto the ground in the operation room.

"Boom~" sound.

The system panel was bright red, and in just an instant, Zheng Ren saw the diagnosis of more than a dozen fractures.

It's still not hard to do it?

What would it be like if it hit hard?

"Are we all alright?" Zheng Ren quickly asked where would he know the life and death of Sanbait Banchamenke lying on the ground.

"Uh...it's okay. He let me and the old monitor beat him down when he entered the door. He also said that two beat one, it's not fair." Fan Tianshui scratched his head and said honestly.

Zheng Ren breathed a sigh of relief.

By mistake, I brought Fan Tianshui and Zhu Fengyu, but I didn't expect it would have such a big effect. My luck is indeed good, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

But it's not over!

He smiled, came to Song En, squatted in front of him, and asked gently, "If you want to make me unhappy, I will make you even more unhappy, really."