When they returned to the castle, Christian immediately disappeared without even saying goodbye.
His entourage brought Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and the others to a reception room and left.
"The people here are particularly unfriendly. I think you're right." Su Yun looked around the reception room.
"Well, I don't like the smell here either," Zheng Ren said. "Although it's impossible for mold to grow, I always feel like there are countless molds floating around me. My nose is a little itchy."
"This place is not far from Sicily. After seeing the doctor, do you want to go see the sun in the Mediterranean Sea?" Su Yun asked.
"With you?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and smiled slightly.
Su Yun felt extremely disdainful.
However, thinking about Christian's love … Well, it was better not to talk first. Although he was not opposed to this kind of thing, Su Yun did not have the idea of trying it himself.
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"Magi, these vampires …"
"Don't call them vampires. They're patients with congenital porphyria," Zheng Ren corrected. "Is it that painting by Da Vinci?"
"I'm really glad that you still know about Da Vinci's painting. It's said that this painting is a fake in the Uffizi Gallery. Boss, do you think this is a fake or an authentic one? "Su Yun stood in a room called The
In front of Magi's painting, appreciating it.
Zheng Ren had no interest in these things, but the portraits of nearly thirty people in the painting were lifelike. He still looked at them curiously.
There was no System panel.
Well, that was all Zheng Ren could see.
"In this painting, Da Vinci showed his ambition. Unfortunately, he did not complete this painting until the end," Su Yun said. "The background is the Palace of Marcosentis in Rome … That's not right."
As Su Yun spoke, he was suddenly stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Why is there a portrait of the Son of God in the home of a patient with congenital porphyria? Didn't they say that patients with congenital porphyria have been besieged since the Middle Ages? "Su Yun was a little puzzled.
"There are too many things involved in this area. It's basically impossible to understand," Zheng Ren said. "It's like the Spring and Autumn Annals in history books. Many things are expressed in a bizarre way. It seems to have one meaning, but if you think about it carefully, it's another."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Su Yun frowned as he looked at the famous painting that Da Vinci had not completed in the end.
"It's meaningless. Stop looking." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa and wanted to take a look at the patriarch of the Bruch family, Roche, who was about to die. He was very curious if they would also suffer from all kinds of old age diseases like ordinary people in the end.
Fen Vandy's condition, it was possible.
After being injected with estrogen for 35 years, the body of a patient with congenital porphyria would not be able to withstand the invasion of hormones, and there would still be changes in the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular systems.
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It was a pleasure to welcome you to the Bruch family's castle, "a voice came from the door of the reception room.
A black tuxedo appeared at the door. He was about 1.8 meters tall, slender, and had pale skin. There were a few dark spots on his face, neck, and hands.
However, there were very few dark spots, even fewer than Christian's.
He had taken good care of himself. That was Zheng Ren's first judgment.
Patients with congenital porphyria had taken good care of themselves by looking at the scars on their bodies and hands, which was different from others.
It was impossible to tell how old the tuxedo man was.
"Hello," Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.
"I'm Vermeer Bruch. You can call me Vermeer," the tuxedo man said elegantly. "Dr. Zheng, your arrival has given me a glimmer of hope."
Vermeer spoke in pure English, unlike Christian's Dutch.
"When can we take a look at the patient? Mr. Vermeer. "Zheng Ren did not know how to chat and did not know the etiquette. Therefore, he simply rejected the pleasantries and cut to the chase without hesitation.
The change in Christian's skin color and pupils on the plane put a little pressure on Zheng Ren.
It seemed that this ancient and mysterious family did have something to say.
However, Zheng Ren was not interested in the specifics.
Curiosity killed the cat. Zheng Ren had no interest in being a cat that died tragically in the Bruch castle.
"Dr. Rudy is in the middle of a consultation. Lord Roche is going to see the ancestors with his own glory," Vermeer said leisurely. It seemed that he did not want to take Zheng Ren to see Roche Bruch directly.
Zheng Ren looked into Vermeer's eyes as if trying to find some clues.
"Dr. Zheng, please take a seat," Vermeer said with a smile. "You've given us a lot of trouble recently. Although it's not difficult to deal with it, since you're here, I still want to communicate with you," Wommel said with a smile.
"Hmm?" Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.
Could it be that the technology Chu Nu Ancel bought had caused trouble for the Bruch family?
"Dr. Olsen from the Royal Academy of Sciences has already seen His Majesty the King three times. Do you know about this?" Vermeer said calmly. The smile on his face was very gentle, but there were a few scars on his face that looked a little strange.
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 deep history," Vermeer said. "Many people, including our Bruch family, don't want to see a clinical surgical method appear on the Nobel Prize's podium."
"Boss, what did I say?" Su Yun looked at Vermeer disdainfully and said to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren smiled slightly.
"Please don't misunderstand. The Bruch family definitely has no intention of secretly manipulating the Nobel Prize," Vermeer said. "This is just a suggestion, a suggestion given to you by an old friend."
"Actually, I'm not interested in the Nobel Prize at all." Zheng Ren smiled and said very seriously, "Although my assistant really wants to win the Nobel Prize."
"Is it Dr. Rudolf?"
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. "The whole process … I remember watching a series. An American doctor said that I don't like to take the money that I earned from inventing explosives that is filled with blood."
Vermeer's smile became a little wider. The scar on his face also twisted like an ancient symbol.
"However, although I'm not interested, I have a little idea now. I need a reason. I wonder why the Bruch family wants to manipulate the Nobel Prize? "Zheng Ren asked.
"There's no manipulation!" Vermeer said.
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Note 1: This is what Dr. House said.
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