Zheng Ren sat in the car and looked ahead quietly. The further they went, the fewer cars there were. It gradually became more and more remote and desolate.
Su Yun and Master Yan's eldest son, Yan Zhangsen, were chatting. They had reached an agreement and drafted a contract for the technology transfer. Su Yun did not go overboard. After all, the technology was urgently needed. Master Yan's junior brother could not hold on for long, and Little Shitou could not hold on for long either.
The earlier they got the technology, the more they did not know if it would be useful, the more light there would be like fireflies in the darkness in front of them. Whether it could illuminate the road ahead, no one knew.
Along the way, Zheng Ren listened to Su Yun beat around the bush from various angles, but Yan Zhangsen did not seem to know the specific situation of his junior uncle. He basically did not know anything.
However, Su Yun was still very persistent in collecting information. No matter how useless it sounded, he still asked.
Yan Zhangsen had paid such a big price. If this matter was not risky or important, then it would be strange. This group of bad old men were all very bad.
His phone rang. Yan Zhangsen took it from his assistant, glanced at it, and picked up the phone with a solemn expression.
"It's already on the way."
"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."
The conversation was very simple, but both Zheng Ren and Su Yun could hear a little impatience in Yan Zhangsen's tone.
Zheng Ren turned his gaze to Yan Zhangsen.
"Boss Zheng, it said that junior uncle has gone berserk and is about to lose control," Yan Zhangsen said to his assistant first, then told Zheng Ren.
The car was already fast, but after the assistant spoke to the driver, it suddenly accelerated. Walking on the winding mountain road, Zheng Ren was very worried that the car would suddenly fall into a cliff at a sharp turn.
"Brother Yan, let's not talk about berserk or anything. Translate it to words that ordinary people like us can understand." Su Yun did not look nervous and casually chatted with Yan Zhangsen.
Yan Zhangsen's thick eyebrows were slightly raised like two knives.
He thought for a moment and nodded slightly. "Actually, I don't understand either. I told you before, I'm also the kind of person without talent."
"Choose what you know, or we'll have to ask from the beginning when we get there. The boss isn't the kind of person who can calculate, so we can save some time. "Su Yun continued to beat around the bush.
"Uh … I heard from the old man that Youngest Martial Uncle is also an ordinary person, but he has a strange temper and is stubborn." Yan Zhangsen said, "We are about the same age, and he is younger than me by a few years. The old man originally wanted us to do research together after we graduated from Cambridge, but he has always been obsessed with cultivation. "
"Tsk, a top student from Cambridge?"
"Yeah, his grades were better than mine when he was in school. He's a math genius." Yan Zhangsen's expression was a little gloomy. He sighed. "There are many books in the house that I can't read. I can only learn them by myself. I can't understand the logic behind them at all."
"Hey, Brother Yan, why does it sound so weird when you put logic and cultivation together?" Su Yun asked.
"It's weird to begin with." Yan Zhangsen said, "I know that his purpose in learning mathematics is to use formulas to derive spells that have been passed down in his family, and then find a way that he can cultivate. But there are many things that have been passed down in the family. Even my father doesn't know how to cultivate them. They have long been lost. Look, I messed around and got into trouble. "
"What a genius! I admire you! Admire you! But I think physics is more reliable, "Su Yun said very seriously.
"Thank you, Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, this time." As Yan Zhangsen spoke, his eyes were fixed on Zheng Ren's eyes, trying to find some clues from them. Whether it was success or failure, whether he had confidence or not, there had to be some expression in his eyes.
However, Zheng Ren's expression was calm, and his gaze was firm. There was no change at all.
"You paid. It's a deal, not a help," Su Yun said. "If it was just a help, we definitely wouldn't have come."
"I heard from my father that Junior Martial Uncle comprehended the Dao at the age of forty and condensed True Essence into a substance overnight. However, there was a mistake, and the True Essence was about to break out of the body. Once it breaks out … the consequences are unimaginable. "
"There's something in his body. Is it a bone spur?" Su Yun asked indifferently.
"It shouldn't be bone hyperplasia. Why don't … Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, I want a photo. Can the two of you take a look first?"
"Okay," Zheng Ren replied in a deep voice.
Zheng Ren was very curious about Yan Zhangsen's description. It was strange and he could not imagine it.
Soon, Yan Zhangsen handed the phone to Zheng Ren, and a photo appeared in front of him.
A half-naked man was lying on the bed, his hands gripping the mattress tightly. Just looking at the photo was enough to make one feel a bone-deep pain.
The man in the photo was very strong, his muscles bulging and twisted. The skin below the fifth lumbar vertebra bulged slightly, and a vertical bulge could be vaguely seen near the vertebra.
There was really something substantial? Zheng Ren was stunned.
The bulge at the waist was less than 5mm wide, but it was very long. It was just as Yan Zhangsen had described. The True Essence in the body had condensed into a substance and was about to break out of the body.
"The Changqiang acupoint, the position of the governing meridian. My father estimated that the True Essence would eventually come out from there."
"The Changqiang acupoint," Zheng Ren murmured the slightly unfamiliar word softly.
He had studied Chinese medicine in school, but the Chinese medicine courses in Western medicine were not as detailed. Even if Zheng Ren had a photographic memory, it would take him a few seconds to recall.
His gaze focused on the bulge that followed the spine, feeling strange looking at it. It did not follow the shape of the governing meridian to the Changqiang acupoint, but slightly deviated.
Zheng Ren did not believe in the True Essence and condensed it into a substance. Did he not care about the most basic scientific concept?!
First of all, could there be gas in the body? Even if it was some kind of energy substance, how rich would it be if it condensed into a substance? How could he control it into a long strip? If there was such an ability, Yan Zhangsen would have shut down so many scientific research institutions and trained people to ascend to the heavens long ago.
There were many questions, but Zheng Ren did not think about them at all. He immediately began to identify them, took out his best weapon, and examined the situation of Yan Zhangsen's martial uncle from another angle.
"Boss, do you think it looks like vertebral hyperplasia?" Su Yun asked.
"No," Zheng Ren said, "I read a report about congenital hyperplasia of the coccyx, under the skin …"
"Boss Zheng, martial uncle didn't have this thing on him when he was young." Yan Zhangsen immediately stopped Zheng Ren's speculation.
Although he did not quite like Zheng Ren's words, his expression did not change, and he was still polite.
"Then it's not a congenital disease." Zheng Ren did not stubbornly set a position first, and he continued to identify the symptoms.
"Retroperitoneal hematoma?"
"Muscle space calcification?"
"Subcutaneous abnormal hyperplasia?"
Zheng Ren and Su Yun made many hypotheses, but every time they proposed one, they would automatically deny it. The bulge that was about to break out of the body in the photo looked quite strange.
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