Chapter 1785 Half-Truth

But the current situation does not allow Zheng Ren to return to the hospital to see patients.

Of course, with the power of 912, Zheng Ren knew that he would have no problem not going back. The whole hospital cannot operate normally without leaving him, nor will it raise the overall level of the hospital just because he is there.

To be precise, he is the icing on the cake.

However, moyamoya disease combined with myocardial infarction, especially when the Cardiology Department did not perform interventional surgery, Zheng Ren could think of too many situations that might happen.

"Did Mr. Shao go? What did he say?" Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and asked in a deep voice.

"I didn't know that Zhao Yunlong couldn't be in a hurry. He heard me saying that he didn't have time, so he hung up the phone." Su Yundao, "It is estimated that the second line today is Professor Zhang, the slow man."

"Moyamoya disease, build a bridge..." Zheng Ren murmured.

"Hey, Professor Zhang is only in charge of going out to give speeches and lectures. What kind of class is he on duty?" Su Yun murmured.

Zheng Ren suddenly stepped forward and knocked on the door lightly.

"Is the emergency treatment successful?" Zheng Ren asked in Dutch with a Rotterdam accent.

"Come in," said a weak voice inside.

Zheng Ren felt helpless.

The original idea was that if this side couldn't go temporarily, I would go to the hospital to see it myself. But Zheng Ren didn't expect that the man in black had already woken up, and he had to invite himself in.

No way, he looked back at Su Yun and shrugged his shoulders.

The door opened, and Zheng Ren smelled a familiar smell of blood.

Generally in this case, after walking in, you will be faced with shadowless lamps, lancets, and emergency rescue.

These are what makes Zheng Ren's blood boil.

But in this huge RV, some are just gloomy and clammy.

The man in black was half lying on the bed. He looked at Zheng Ren weakly and said, "You speak my native language? Praise you, young man."

"My assistant can't speak. If you can speak Chinese, we still communicate in Chinese." Zheng Ren said.

The man in black looked a lot more energetic, and Zheng Ren noticed that a cup with red liquid hanging on the wall was placed on the table beside him.

The black-red whole blood bag is still being transfused rapidly, and the whole blood is heating on the heater next to it.

What a luxury, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

"First of all, let me introduce myself, I'm Christian Bruch." The man in black said, "The existence with the highest IQ in the world."

Zheng Ren was startled, if narcissism is a disease, Su Yun is already terminally ill. And the Christian Bruch in front of him is already dying.

Still the kind that can't be helped.

"I'm Zheng Ren, nice to meet you." Zheng Ren said casually.

"Doctor Zheng, I think someone has told you the purpose of my flight to China this time." Christian said.

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Old Roche has gone through too long, his body has decayed, and there is no way to treat him." Christian smiled, "Actually, the purpose of my flight is to find you who is treating old Roche. Meanwhile, see for my dear Vandy what's wrong with her."

"Why are you looking for me?" Zheng Ren asked: "With your family power, you can find the best doctor in the world to see a doctor."

"I've seen everything I can see." Christian looked at the blood bag of black and red whole blood, his body was obviously weak, "After all, you are a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, and you are already qualified to step into the family's ancient castle. There There are some of the best medical facilities in the world, updated every three years…”

Zheng Ren felt that there was something wrong with the logic of this Christian Bruch's speech, as if his mind was not very clear.

"We've found a cure for the goddamn porphyria, and as long as little Fendi can get back to health, we'll have immortality," Christian Bruch murmured.

"Boss..." Su Yun said in a low voice, his face a little ugly.

This kind of secret, what happens to the person who hears it, one can imagine.

"It's fine." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "A typical manifestation of an acute attack of porphyria, hysteria. Nonsense, nothing he says now can't be taken seriously."

Saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the two followers and said, "Fan Di, is he a real person?"

The expressions of the two followers were also a little weird, and they nodded.

"I think Mr. Christian needs to take a break, and I'm sorry for hurting him." With a typical fake smile on his face, Zheng Ren said, "24 hours, at least 24 hours."

"Okay, then we'll see you in 24 hours." Christian Bruch said, "Damn garlic, why do you like this? No, I think this smells good, I want to eat garlic! I want it now! !"

It seems that he is still not awake, and what he said at this time is half-truth, many of which are caused by hallucinations.

"I'll give you a piece of advice." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "In our country, you'd better not walk around. Garlic is one of the best condiments, and it is widely used."

"..."

"Garlic contains 33 sulfides, and although there is no definitive evidence, most of us on our side believe that certain sulfides can block the characteristic division cycle of tumor cells and thus play a role in fighting cancer."

"That's fake."

"As long as you believe, it will exist." Zheng Ren smiled, "Then please rest well, I will leave first."

After speaking, Zheng Ren stood up.

"We will set off after dark tomorrow night. Are you satisfied with this time? By the way, if you have information about Ms. Fandi, please send it to my mailbox. I want to have a preliminary understanding of her condition."

"Very satisfied, please don't touch any garlic before you go! The smell of sulphur is really disappointing," Christian Bruch said.

Zheng Ren smiled and turned to leave.

After getting out of the car, Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.

Su Yun immediately dropped a car, and the two saw an attendant closing the door of the RV and drove away slowly.

"Boss, is it true?"

"What is true or false?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Immortal."

"Of course it's fake." Zheng Ren said seriously: "Only you would believe what a porphyria patient said when he had a big attack in the emergency room."

Su Yun narrowed his eyes, his eyes shot through the black hair floating on his forehead, and looked at Zheng Ren, trying to see whether he was fooling himself or telling the truth.

"You said moyamoya disease, what impact does it have on coronary artery bypass surgery?" Zheng Ren's thinking has shifted from porphyria to moyamoya disease and myocardial infarction.

"There is no definite image, and some people try to treat moyamoya disease with interventional methods, but the postoperative effect is not good." Su Yundao, "Do you have any ideas?"

"I don't even know the condition, what can I think." Zheng Ren said, "Always look at the patient first."