"Normally, it's treatable," Zheng Ren said cautiously, "but your condition … I think it's different from others."
"If it's an ordinary person, after contracting acquired partial lipodystrophy, there will be many associated diseases. However, Chris said he saw you dancing around the caravan campfire when you were five years old. I don't know when it happened, but you look healthy now. "
"If you want treatment, I suggest you go to the hospital for a checkup and then do symptomatic treatment. Some research institutes suggest injecting leptin to control fat metabolism, which can be effective for acquired partial lipodystrophy. "
"…"
Zheng Ren said a lot, including cosmetic treatment to extract the fat from the lower limbs and transplant it to the upper body and face. In addition to the treatment plan, it took him almost ten minutes to talk about it.
When he was done, Christian asked with a smile, "Zheng, can Marise go to your place for cosmetic treatment?"
"I'm not a cosmetic doctor." Zheng Ren rejected Christian's suggestion.
Christian expressed his regret, but Marise put on the black robe and performed a strange and complicated ceremony.
"That's it then. Goodbye," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Chris, come eat garlic fish when you have time!" Su Yun joked and closed the video.
"Boss, you're pretty good at guessing," Su Yun said.
"It's because of my rich clinical experience," Zheng Ren said calmly. "I'll know after one look."
"Will you die if you stop bragging?"
"Yes."
"Boss, are you sure it's an illness? Chris and his gang are so mysterious. I really don't want to deal with them. "
"If it's a curse, it can be explained, but that's a supernatural force," Zheng Ren said.
"What do you mean? At the molecular level? "
"Yes. Acquired partial lipodystrophy is mostly related to a DNA helicase encoded by the RECQL2 gene. If there's a supernatural force or new technology that can change the gene, it's also possible to explain it as a curse. "
"Boss, don't play tricks. Your face alone is more trustworthy than Big Yellow Teeth. "
"But I don't think it's possible to cure it. If it's not fatal, we can do cosmetic surgery to transplant the fat from the lower limbs to the upper body," Zheng Ren said.
"You know how to do it?" Su Yun asked.
This was a big job. It was not just a simple transplant, but it also involved a series of problems such as skin elasticity, fat liquefaction, and so on.
Maryse's upper body had been free of fat for too long. It was impossible to inject too much fat all at once. When Su Yun thought about how to deal with the completed "puppet" in the hands of the clumsy craftsman, he thought about Maris, whose upper body was like a mummy and lower body was like a hippopotamus.
"I should be able to do it," Zheng Ren said. "It's just a little troublesome."
"Boss, I sincerely praise you." Su Yun's tone was filled with disdain. He even used the word 'you' to emphasize his tone.
"It's only right that I can perform the surgery. What's there to praise?" Zheng Ren smiled.
"She's a witch."
"You're not from the Middle Ages. You have to believe in science. There are no witches at all, and there are no prophets. To put it simply, it's all feudal superstition, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"I feel uncomfortable when I see them. I'll say it first. If you operate on her, I won't reach out," Su Yun said firmly.
"I won't operate on her either," Zheng Ren said. Zheng Ren said, "Chris should know many doctors in the field of cosmetic plastic surgery. Our main direction is still TIPS surgery."
"It's rare that you can still maintain a clear mind."
"Stop talking nonsense. Get ready to sleep." Zheng Ren returned the tablet to Su Yun and stood up to chat with Xie Yiren for a while. After that, he washed up and went to bed.
…
…
In an ancient castle in the Alps, Christian Bruch sat elegantly on an old chair and smiled at Maryse, who was hidden in a black robe opposite him.
After the video connection was cut, the two people in the room remained silent, each with their own thoughts.
"Sir Chris, thank you," Maryse suddenly raised her head and said from behind the shadow of the black robe.
"You won't regret working with me," Christian said.
"I'll think about it. Does Doctor Zheng know how to perform surgery?" Maryse asked.
Christian was not annoyed by Maryse's rejection. His smile was still elegant. His deep eyes were like the universe, filled with countless stars in the boundless darkness.
"Of course Zheng knows how to perform surgery. He's not a diagnostician," Chris said with a smile. "But from what I heard, he's rejecting me."
Maryse stood in the darkness. The crystal ball in front of her flickered. It was not dazzling, but there seemed to be a beam of light swimming in it.
"Do you need me to introduce you to the best plastic surgeon in Europe, or even the entire world?" Chris asked.
"No need," Maryse rejected without hesitation. "I'll go back and make some arrangements. I'll go to Imperial Capital to look for Doctor Zheng in a few months."
Christian didn't seem surprised at all. He seemed to have expected this.
"I'll have to trouble Sir Chris to help me."
"No problem. Are you sure Zheng is a prophet?" Christian asked with a smile.
"I'm not sure. There hasn't been a prophet for many years," Maryse said softly. "But when my mother passed away, she told me that one day, I'll meet a prophet who can turn me into a normal woman. When that happens, I'll be able to dance by the bonfire again."
"You don't even have a caravan now," Christian said with a smile.
"Time is used to wander, and life is used to forget. It doesn't matter if there's a caravan in this world, as long as I have it in my heart. If I don't experience it, I don't know what's worth forgetting. "
"Your way of thinking is weird. Life is used to find a way to achieve immortality. Anything else is a waste," Christian said.
People of two different races would always have different viewpoints and different understandings of the meaning of life.
In this regard, they did not intend to continue to discuss this matter.
"Sir Chris, you haven't told me if Doctor Zheng knows how to perform surgery," Maryse asked.
"Of course. He's the best surgeon in the world, second to none," Christian replied elegantly. "You've made a wise choice."
"Thank you."
"But do you really think it's an illness?"
"I think it's a curse. Whether it's an illness or a curse, if Zheng can change my ugly appearance, why wouldn't I choose his friendship? "
"You're still so stubborn, just like Zheng." Chris shrugged.
"I can't see the future clearly. I can only see a little more than normal people. But you said that Sir Roche will go to the capital personally to express his goodwill. Isn't that enough for me? "
"I have a research institute. The disease Zheng mentioned seems to have studied to the genetic level. Do you need my help?" Christian asked.
Under the black hood, a pair of sharp eyes shot over and stared at Christian.
"Really, just like your mother. I just want to help," Christian said. "Your stubbornness … Forget it. Let me know when you want to go to the capital. I really don't want to leave home, but for the sake of our friendship …"
"Our friendship?" Maryse said coldly. "If you're not so curious about the so-called disease research, maybe there will be."
"You're just like everyone else, stubborn and old-fashioned. I'm different. I have to believe in science. " Christian smiled. "Without the initial research, diagnosis of similar patients, and published papers, Zheng can't …"
"No, the prophet is omnipotent," Maryse said in a low voice.
"Then there's nothing else to say. Just let me know when you're going to the capital to look for Zheng. That's my promise." Christian didn't try to continue the topic.
It involved the internal struggles of the Bruch family and the secrets of the two families that had been passed down since the Middle Ages.
Christian watched as the light from the crystal ball disappeared and Maryse left, but he didn't move. After a long time, he seemed to understand something and mumbled, "Sir Roche is right."
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