Chapter 1911 Rushing to See a Doctor

Many people are afraid of various dental instruments, especially the buzzing sound of the drill bit.

Zheng Ren looked at the medicines in the small box and smiled, "Yanran, Auntie is too regular."

"As I get older, I start to worry about my health. It wasn't like this before." Chu Yanran said, "Especially after she had a heart attack last time, after she recovered and was discharged from the hospital, she went home and searched online. The hospital doesn’t even do it, and now I have to go to the hospital every now and then.”

"Excessive correction is also a normal psychological pattern." Su Yun said.

"Yes, now we have to persuade my mother to rest assured that a physical examination once every six months is enough. But once her old man plays mahjong, it's called a spirit, and it can't be stopped." Chu Yanran also had dissatisfaction, complained quietly.

"Okay, let's be content." Su Yun said, "I still have to go home and explain the pros and cons to my mother. What do you think she is going to do?"

"Buy a bed for magnetic therapy?" Chu Yanran guessed.

"No, she wants to buy financial products with an annualized rate of 130%!" Su Yun made an exaggerated expression, "Boss, I think it is much more difficult to control my mother's purchase of financial products than to manage your small treasury."

"Why?" Zheng Ren looked at the various medicines in the medicine box, thinking.

"Because you never don't ask, half a month is enough to show you the bill. My mother can't do it. After I went to the imperial capital, she started to move around. The higher the annualized rate of the product, the more interested she is."

"It's okay to buy it early, every product has a deceptive bonus period." Zheng Ren said casually.

"My mother is still very cautious, observe, observe, observe. When the old man recovers, she just enters the house to collect the net." Su Yun sighed.

"If a liar is not proficient in psychology, can he still lie? That's called robbery." Zheng Ren said, "Yanran, how long has Auntie been taking metronidazole?"

"It's been a long time... I don't know the details." Chu Yanran was a little embarrassed, "I'll ask Yanzhi."

"No need, you don't even know, how could Yanzhi know."

"When are we going to the director's house?" Su Yun asked.

"Wait until they finish changing." Zheng Ren glanced at Chu Yanran.

"Two hours." Chu Yanran said with a smile, "I won't try it, Yanzhi's clothes suit me well."

"Aren't you curious?"

"I'm curious, but with the two of you here, without supervision, what if someone peeps." Chu Yanran said directly.

"Can't there be a little trust between people?" Su Yun was not angry, "Then I'll go home first, it's nearby. Tell me when you go, and I'll go directly to the director's house."

"Go."

"Boss, don't forget that there are four boxes of Moutai in the trunk when you go to the director's house!" Su Yun said loudly.

Zheng Ren was still looking at the small medicine box, and asked, "Yanran, is it far away where Auntie plays mahjong?"

"It's upstairs." Chu Yanran said: "The fixed rounds are all about fifty cards, everyone have fun."

"Let's take a look?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss, can you see a doctor if you don't come back? Yanran, do you really regret talking about the numbness of the old lady's toes in the group?" Su Yun stood at the door and complained helplessly when he heard Zheng Ren's request.

"Go and take a look, it doesn't matter." Chu Yanran smiled and said, "My mother always said that I want to thank Mr. Zheng for coming."

"Let's go together, I want to see what the boss is up to." Su Yun stood at the door and urged.

After changing their shoes, the three of them went upstairs. Occasionally, Chu Yanzhi's laughter could be heard in the bedroom, like a silver bell, clear and moving.

The mahjong place is really not far away, it's upstairs.

When you walk to the door, you can hear bursts of rattling sounds coming from inside. It's a bit dull. It should be from the mahjong machine shuffling the cards.

When I rang the doorbell, there was a voice from inside, but no one opened the door for a long time.

Chu Yanran smiled wryly, "Mr. Zheng, that's how mahjong players are."

"Well, it is indeed." Su Yun said: "It is said that when playing mahjong, whoever opens the door will be much less lucky."

Zheng Ren felt that this was all a kind of psychological suggestion. In order to win, he would always find many unreliable rules.

Some of these rules make people laugh and cry.

I still remember when I was in school, my classmates played mahjong in the dormitory. One would secretly tuck photos of other people under the quilt before playing mahjong.

Zheng Ren asked him why, and when he said that, their idea would be lost.

This is a statement with a certain fantasy color that Zheng Ren finds it difficult to accept, just like going to see a miracle doctor.

What's more, the lighter on the mahjong table is always taken away like a ballpoint pen in a doctor's office.

Many people can't remember at all, but some people consciously follow the lighter, because it is equivalent to "fire"!

When the fire rises, the luck will be prosperous, and it will kill the Quartet.

After waiting for two full minutes, the door opened.

A middle-aged woman forced a grin and asked, "Yanran, why are you here?"

"I'll take a look at my mother." Chu Yanran walked in with a smile, "These two are my colleagues, they rushed back from the imperial capital to show my mother the numbness in her toes."

"Yanran is here." Chu Yanran's mother said on the mahjong table.

"Mom, this is Mr. Zheng I told you about, and this is Brother Yun." Chu Yanran introduced first.

"Wait a minute, I'm done with this one."

Zheng Ren was also very helpless. Looking at Chu Yanran's mother's system panel, the diagnosis of peripheral neuritis was written on it, which was the same as the previous judgment.

Although the diagnosis is clear, it takes a lot of effort to determine what the problem is.

Zheng Ren had his own judgment, and he just came up to ask about Chu Yanran's mother's medical history.

But after Zheng Ren glanced at it, he focused on an aunt next to him who was about the same age as Chu Yanran's mother.

"Auntie, take a rest first, okay?" Zheng Ren walked quickly to the table and spoke to the aunt very respectfully.

"Boss Zheng, you're looking for the wrong one. That's Aunt Chen, not my mother." Chu Yanran smiled.

"Aunt Chen, your fingers don't seem to be very flexible. What's wrong?" Zheng Ren ignored Chu Yanran and continued to ask.

Su Yun and Chu Yanran were stunned, this is a big deal!

What kind of evil has the boss committed again?

Su Yun carefully observed the woman Zheng Ren asked. She looked about forty or fifty years old, her fingers trembled a little, and her face was flushed. It was the expression of extremely lucky on the mahjong table.

At a glance, you can tell that today's luck is very smooth, and you don't know how many big cards you have, and the other three have a bad face.

It's strange, but after experiencing many things, Su Yun gradually began to stop questioning his boss directly, but followed his train of thought to wonder if there was something wrong with this person.

Looks like there's nothing wrong with it except shaking hands.

Shaking hands, blushing...Su Yun suddenly thought of hundreds of diseases, and screened them one by one.