The door was still open. He was in a hurry and did not close it when he carried the man in black downstairs.
Xie Yiren was still busy with her apron.
"Is everything alright?" Chang Yue asked casually as she placed the bowls and chopsticks neatly on the table.
"You almost killed a mysterious big shot. This kid is in trouble," Su Yun said.
"Huh? You mean this fish? The Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon King? He and Nezha have reconciled, "Chang Yue said casually.
Zheng Ren felt that even Chang Yue had become more talkative under Su Yun's influence.
This mouth of hers was no longer the Chang Yue of the past.
Su Yun closed the door and did not explain to Chang Yue. He went to wash his hands. He thought for a moment and said, "Boss, let's take a shower. We'll meet again in three minutes."
Zheng Ren nodded.
"What's wrong?" Xie Yiren asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
"I pulled the garlic. There's garlic juice on my hands. It made the porphyria patient act up." Zheng Ren quickly walked to the bathroom on the first floor and asked, "Which is your towel?"
"I'll find it." Xie Yiren was like an assistant, preparing everything he needed for a bath. "Is the patient okay?"
"He shouldn't die," Zheng Ren said. "He drove an RV here. I took a look. It's a European license plate. It's very spacious and has a lot of first-aid supplies. There's even full blood. "
“Furrior
Elysium? "Xie Yiren suddenly asked, her eyes sparkling.
"What's that?" Zheng Ren was confused.
"An RV designed by an American company. It's said to be the largest model before modification," Xie Yiren said. "I want to buy one, but my dad said it's too tiring to drive. By the way, if it's fully equipped, the RV comes with a helicopter that can be parked on top of the RV. "
Zheng Ren was not interested in these luxuries and began to take off his clothes.
Xie Yiren paused for a moment but turned around and went out the next second. She closed the door, but there was a gap. She covered her mouth and laughed. "Call me if you need anything."
"Oh." Zheng Ren's mind was full of porphyria and did not notice Xie Yiren's laughter.
This guy must have saved the Milky Way in his previous life to be able to find a girlfriend.
Three minutes later, Zheng Ren walked out of the bathroom.
Su Yun came downstairs and the two of them began to change their shoes.
"You're not eating?" Xie Yiren asked.
Chang Yue took out a bottle of red wine from the fridge and said, "They're going to see if the emergency treatment for the porphyria patient was successful. It's probably just the two of us."
"Oh." Xie Yiren was a little disappointed.
"Drink some red wine. It'll help you sleep," Chang Yue said. "Su Yun, you drank earlier. Stay away from the patient."
"Damn!" Su Yun seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and his head hit the wall.
"Uh …" Zheng Ren recalled that patients with porphyria also had side effects to alcohol.
"I don't think I can drink on the way to Europe." The black hair on Su Yun's forehead fluttered weakly.
The chartered flight and the medieval wine stored in the cellar of a mysterious European family disappeared without a trace like smoke.
Su Yun was disappointed.
Of all diseases, it had to be porphyria.
It was fine that he couldn't see the light, but he couldn't even drink. Wasn't this asking for his life?
"Hurry up and get busy. Yiren, let's drink." Chang Yue did not even look at Su Yun. She sat at the table and opened the cork of red wine.
"Bang!"
Zheng Ren and Su Yun went out the door.
"Boss, guess what kind of emergency treatment they used?" Su Yun asked weakly.
The guy had probably been thinking about it but had no answer.
Zheng Ren shook his head. It was definitely not surgery, but some kind of drug or something even stranger.
Since there were no test subjects in the System's operating room, the possibility of surgery was ruled out.
The two of them returned downstairs in silence.
Elysium's caravan was still parked there with the door closed.
Su Yun smiled and took out a cigarette. With a flick of his wrist, a cigarette jumped out and appeared in front of Zheng Ren.
"How long will the resuscitation last?"
"Who knows." Zheng Ren took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth.
Su Yun lit two cigarettes, took a drag, and said with a smile, "Do you think a lot of small bats will come out when the door is opened?"
"It's just a patient with congenital porphyria. You've seen too much of Twilight City," Zheng Ren said calmly, recalling the silent diagnosis.
"There's also something strange. As far as I know, there are other known congenital diseases that are being studied by research groups in major research institutions around the world. However, only congenital porphyria is ignored. No one thinks about it at all, "Su Yun said." Don't you think it's strange? "
"Maybe," Zheng Ren said. "I dislike them more and more. This time, I'll do the mission quietly and come back directly after I'm done."
The two of them smoked in silence. It was as if they had returned to their university days, squatting by the side of the road and watching the young female students come and go.
Unfortunately, although they were facing a Fur-
Elysium, they did not know if bats would fly out of it. Su Yun had no intention of whistling at him.
That was a little regretful.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Su Yun felt very tired standing. He squatted down and began to smoke a second cigarette.
"Smoke less. It's not good for your health," Zheng Ren said.
"Don't smoke, don't drink, and walk the world for nothing," Su Yun said disdainfully. Su Yun said disdainfully, "All kinds of bad hobbies, things that harm the body, things that violate morality, and things that make people fat will all bring you more pleasure."
"Why do you need so much pleasure? Calm observation, analysis, and then diagnosis and treatment are what you should do, "Zheng Ren said.
"That's why I said you're boring," Su Yun said. "Life can't be like you …"
As he spoke, Su Yun's phone rang.
"Hello, Old Zhao."
"Uh … We have something on here. Take a look first."
"Okay, got it."
After saying that, Su Yun hung up and suddenly stood up with a cigarette in his mouth.
"What's wrong?"
"There's a patient with myocardial infarction. He had a thoracic bypass surgery. His condition isn't very good after the surgery. Old Zhao is worried, "Su Yun said.
"Myocardial infarction?"
"Yes, combined with moyamoya disease," Su Yun said.
Zheng Ren frowned, his heart a little heavy.
Moyamoya disease was a cerebrovascular disease with an unknown cause. It was characterized by chronic progressive stenosis or occlusion at the ends of the bilateral internal carotid arteries, the anterior cerebral artery, and the beginning of the middle cerebral artery. It was secondary to the formation of an abnormal vascular network at the skull base.
Because the abnormal vascular network at the skull base looked like 'smoke' on cerebral angiography images, it was called moyamoya disease.
Combined with myocardial infarction … It was a surgical blow. The patient had a postoperative reaction to moyamoya disease. Did he have cerebral infarction or epilepsy?
Or something else?
No matter what it was, the disease was very serious. Zhao Yunlong was afraid that the patient would not be able to endure it, so he called Su Yun.
Zhao Yunlong's standard was extremely high, at least an order of magnitude higher than the second-string 'Slow Man' professor.
He had to call for help. It was a serious matter.
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