However, the current situation did not allow Zheng Ren to return to the hospital to see the patient.
Of course, with the strength of the 912, Zheng Ren knew that it would not be a problem for him not to go back. The entire hospital would not be able to operate normally without him, nor would it raise the overall standard of the hospital because of his presence.
To be precise, he was 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 possible scenarios.
"Did Chief Shao go? What did he say? "Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and asked in a deep voice.
"How would I know? Zhao Yunlong was extremely anxious. When he heard that I didn't have time, he hung up the phone," Su Yun said. "I reckon that the second-string today is Professor Zhang, that slow man."
"Moyamoya disease, bridging …" Zheng Ren muttered.
"Sigh, Professor Zhang is only responsible for going out to give speeches and lectures. Why is he on duty?" Su Yun nagged.
Zheng Ren suddenly walked forward and gently knocked on the car door.
"May I ask if the emergency treatment was successful?" Zheng Ren asked in Dutch with a Rotterdam accent.
"Come in," a weak voice said from inside.
Zheng Ren felt very helpless.
His original idea was that if he could not leave for the time being, he would go to the hospital to take a look. However, Zheng Ren did not expect that the man in black was already awake and even wanted to invite him in.
He had no choice. He turned around to look at Su Yun and shrugged.
When the car door opened, Zheng Ren smelled a familiar smell of blood.
Under normal circumstances, after walking in, they would face shadowless lamps, lancets, and emergency treatment.
These were what made Zheng Ren's blood boil.
However, in this huge RV, there was only gloominess and coldness.
The man in black was half-lying on the bed. He looked at Zheng Ren weakly and said, "You can speak my mother tongue? Praise you, young man. "
"My assistant can't speak it. If you can speak Chinese, we'll still communicate in Chinese," Zheng Ren said.
The man in black looked much more energetic. Zheng Ren noticed that a cup with a red liquid hanging on the wall was placed on the table beside him.
The black-red blood bag was still quickly transfusing blood. On the heater next to it, the whole blood was heating up.
'How extravagant,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
"First of all, let me introduce myself. I'm Christian Bruch," the man in black said. "I'm the most intelligent person in the world."
If narcissism was a disease, Su Yun was beyond cure. Christian Bruch, on the other hand, was on the verge of death.
And it was the kind that couldn't be saved.
"I'm Zheng Ren. Nice to meet you," Zheng Ren said indifferently.
"Dr. Zheng, I think someone has already told you why I flew to Huaxia this time," Christian said.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Old Loche has lived for too long. His body has already decayed, and there is no way to treat it anymore." Christian smiled. "Actually, the reason why I flew over was to ask you to take a look at my dear Fandi while you're treating Old Roche. What's wrong with her?"
"Why me?" "With your family's influence, you can find the best doctor in the world to treat you."
"I've seen everything that can be seen." Christian looked at the black-red blood bag. His body was obviously very weak. "After all, you're a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital. You're already qualified to step into the family castle. It has the best medical facilities in the world, and they're updated every three years … "
Zheng Ren felt that there was something wrong with Christian Bruch's logic. It was as if his mind was not very clear.
"We've found a way to cure this d * mn porphyria. As long as little Fandi can recover, we can obtain eternal life," Christian Bruch muttered.
"Boss …" Su Yun said softly, his expression a little ugly.
One could imagine what would happen to those who heard such a secret.
"It's nothing." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "It's a typical symptom of acute porphyria. Nonsense. Nothing he says now can be taken seriously. "
As he said that, Zheng Ren glanced at the two attendants and said, "Is Fandi a real person?"
The two attendants' expressions were a little strange as well, but they nodded.
"I think Mr. Christian needs to rest. I'm sorry to have hurt him." Zheng Ren wore a typical fake smile on his face and said, "24 hours. At least 24 hours."
"Okay, then we'll see you in 24 hours," Christian Bruch said. "D * mn garlic. Why do you like to eat it? No, I think it smells good. I want to eat garlic! I want it now! "
It seemed that he was still not awake. What he said at this time was half true and half false. Many of them were caused by hallucinations.
"Let me give you a piece of advice." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "In our country, you'd better not wander around. Garlic is one of the best condiments. It's very commonly used. "
"…"
"Garlic contains 33 kinds of sulfide. Although there's no definite evidence, most people on our side believe that some sulfide can block the unique division cycle of tumor cells, thus playing an anti-cancer role."
"That's fake."
"As long as you believe it, it will exist." Zheng Ren smiled. "Then please have a good rest. I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, Zheng Ren stood up.
"We'll leave tomorrow night after dark. Are you satisfied with the timing? Oh, by the way, please send any information about Ms. Van Di to my email. I want to have a preliminary understanding of her condition. "
"Very satisfied. Please don't touch any garlic before we leave! The smell of sulfide is really despairing, "Christian Bruch said.
Zheng Ren smiled and turned to leave.
After getting out of the car, Zheng Ren let out a long breath.
Su Yun immediately boarded a car. The two of them saw an attendant close the door of the limousine and slowly drive away.
"Boss, is it true?"
"What's true?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Immortality."
"Of course it's fake," Zheng Ren said seriously. "You're the only one who would believe the words of a porphyria patient during an emergency."
Su Yun narrowed his eyes, his gaze shooting out through the fluttering black hair on his forehead. He looked at Zheng Ren, trying to see if he was fooling him or telling the truth.
"You're talking about Moyamoya disease. How will it affect coronary artery bypass surgery?" Zheng Ren's thoughts had already shifted from porphyria to Moyamoya disease and myocardial infarction.
"There are no confirmed images. Moreover, some people have tried interventional treatment for Moyamoya disease, but the postoperative effect is not good," Su Yun said. "What do you think?"
"I don't even know the condition. What can I think?" Zheng Ren said, "I have to take a look at the patient first."
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