Chapter 1812 Please Reject the Nobel Prize (Monthly Ticket 24000 Plus More × 48)

Back in the castle, Christian disappeared immediately without even saying hello.

His entourage brought Zheng Ren, Su Yun and his party to a reception room, and then left.

"The people here are very unfriendly, I think what you said is right." Su Yun looked around the reception room.

"Well, I don't like the smell here either." Zheng Ren said, "Although it is impossible to mold, I always feel that there are countless molds floating around, and my nose is a bit itchy."

"It's not far from Sicily. After seeing the doctor, do you want to see the sun in the Mediterranean Sea?" Su Yun asked.

"With you?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and smiled slightly.

Su Yun felt great contempt.

But when I think about Christian's love... Well, let's not talk for now, although I don't object to this kind of thing, but Su Yun doesn't have the idea of ​​trying it himself.

"The Adoration of the Magi, these vampires..."

"Don't call it a vampire, it's a patient with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected, "Is it Da Vinci's painting?"

"I'm so glad that you still know Da Vinci's painting. It is said that this painting displayed in the Uffizi Gallery is a fake. Boss, do you think this is a fake or the real one?" Su Yun stood at the booth called The Adoration Appreciating in front of the painting of the Magi.

Zheng Ren was not interested in these, but the portraits of nearly thirty people in the picture were lifelike, so he still took a few curious glances.

There is no system panel.

Well, Zheng Ren only saw this.

"In this painting, Da Vinci showed his ambition, but unfortunately he didn't complete the painting until the end." Su Yun said: "The background is the Palace of Maxentius in Rome... that's not right."

As Su Yun was talking, he suddenly froze.

"Why not?"

"Suck... Why is there a portrait of the Holy Son in the home of a patient with congenital porphyria? Didn't it mean that patients with congenital porphyria have been besieged since the Middle Ages?" Su Yun was a little strange.

"There are too many things involved in this aspect, and it is basically impossible to study and understand." Zheng Rendao: "It's like the spring and autumn brushwork in history books. Many things are expressed in a bizarre way of narrative. See It means one thing to look up, but it means another thing when you think about it carefully.”

"I don't know what you're talking about." Su Yun frowned, looking at this famous painting that Da Vinci didn't finish until the end like a consultation.

"It's meaningless, don't watch it." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, thinking of taking a look at the dying head of the Bruch family, Roche, and wondered whether they would have all kinds of things like ordinary people in the end. Geriatrics.

Judging by Fandi's condition, it is possible.

After 35 years of estrogen injection, even from a curious perspective, the body of a patient with congenital porphyria cannot withstand the invasion of hormones, and there will also be cardiovascular and cerebrovascular changes.

As for rhabdomyolysis, it was just an unexpected and reasonable evolution of the disease.

"Dear Dr. Zheng, I am very glad that you have come to the castle of the Bruch family." A voice came from the door of the reception room.

Elegant and calm, with a decadent and depraved tone of medieval aristocrats.

He appeared at the door in a black tuxedo. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure and pale skin. Several old dark spots could be seen on his face, neck, and hands.

But there are very few dark spots, even compared with Christian, the dark spots are a little less.

Well maintained, this is Zheng Ren's first judgment.

Whether patients with congenital porphyria are well maintained depends on the scars on their bodies and hands, which is different from other people.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can't tell how old the tuxedo is.

"Hello." Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.

"I'm Wormer Bruch, you can call me Wormer." The tuxedo said gracefully, "Doctor Zheng, your arrival has given me a glimmer of hope."

Vermeer speaks in plain English, not in Dutch like Christian.

"When can we take a look at the patient? Mr. Wormel." Zheng Ren can't chat, and doesn't know the rules of their speech. So he simply rejected the greetings and cut into the topic without hesitation.

The change in Christian's skin color and pupils on the plane brought Zheng Ren a little pressure.

It seems that this ancient and mysterious family does have something to say.

But Zheng Ren was not interested in caring about the specifics.

Curiosity killed the cat, and Zheng Ren had no interest in being a cat that died tragically in Bruch Castle.

"Dr. Rudy is doing a consultation. Master Roche is going to see the ancestor, with his glory." Vormel said leisurely without being in a hurry. It seemed that he didn't want to lead Zheng Ren to see Roche Blue directly. heh.

Zheng Ren looked into Wormer's eyes, as if he wanted to see something from them.

"Doctor Zheng, please sit down." Vermel said with a smile: "You have caused us a lot of trouble recently, although it is not difficult to deal with it, but since you are here, I still want to communicate with you. "

"Huh?" Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.

Could it be that Chunuangsai's purchase of technology caused troubles to the Bruch family?

"Dr. Olsen of the Royal Academy of Sciences has visited His Majesty the King three times. Do you know this?" Wormer said calmly, with a gentle smile on his face, but there were a few scars, which looked a little weird.

Zheng Ren shook his head.

"If you agree, you can contact Dr. Olsen when you have time. The Nobel Prize is an award with a profound history." Wormer said: "Many people, including our Bruch family, do not want to see a clinical The technique appeared on the podium of the Nobel Prize."

"Boss, what did I say?" Su Yun looked at Wormel with disdain, and said to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled slightly.

"Please don't get me wrong, the Bruch family absolutely has no idea of ​​secretly manipulating the Nobel Prize." Wormel said: "This is just a suggestion, a suggestion from an old friend."

"Actually, I'm not interested in the Nobel Prize at all." Zheng Ren smiled, and said seriously: "Although my assistant really wants to win the Nobel Prize."

"Doctor Rudolph?"

"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded, "The whole process... I remember I watched a series where an American doctor said that I don't like the bloody money earned from inventing dynamite." (Note 1 )

Vormer's smile became a little bit richer, and the scar on his face also distorted, like an ancient symbol.

"Although I'm not interested, I have some ideas now. I need a reason. I don't know why the Bruch family manipulated the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No manipulation!" said Vormel.

...

...

Note 1: This is what Dr. House said.