"Boss, the ionic disorder caused by an imbalance in diet isn't like this." Su Yun, who was also listening attentively, raised his doubts.
Zheng Ren did not comment on Su Yun's words and looked at Master Yan in the video.
"Yes, he's in seclusion. Sometimes he doesn't even drink porridge," Master Yan said. "It's been five years. I don't think it has much to do with this."
Five years … Zheng Ren sighed in his heart. Was this another form of eating wind and drinking dew?
"What kind of trauma did your junior brother have? Had he had surgery? Have you transfused blood before? " Zheng Ren subconsciously followed the procedure and asked about the medical history. Was there really someone who could do that?
"Twenty-one years ago, he suffered an injury. His right humerus was fractured and he had surgery in Yang Cheng. He recovered well after the surgery, but nothing else. He rarely gets sick. Although he's not immune to all poisons, in your words, he's never had a cold or a fever, "Master Yan said.
"How did he suffer an injury?"
"He was too persistent when he was training his body and was injured from exhaustion. Since then, I didn't let him train his body. It was useless. "
"What about high blood pressure, coronary heart disease, and diabetes?"
Zheng Ren asked along the way, but in the end, he did not get any valuable information.
His face darkened. Could it be that he had really encountered something that exceeded his worldview? The thought appeared like a spark and was immediately extinguished by Zheng Ren.
Impossible! It was the same with Master Song and Master Yan. The strangest thing was that the System panel of the Bruch family had a diagnosis that he did not understand.
Everything could be explained with logic. There was no point in talking about supernatural powers and gods.
Seeing Zheng Ren fall silent, Master Yan sighed, his face a little gloomy.
After cutting off the video signal, Zheng Ren sat in his seat like a statue, deep in thought.
Su Yun stopped chatting with Yan Zhangsen. He frowned at the patient's sacrococcygeal bulge, his black hair moving without wind. No one knew what he was thinking.
Yan Zhangsen silently looked at Boss Zheng and Su Yun and sighed in his heart. He had originally disagreed with asking Boss Zheng and Su Yun to protect Junior Uncle.
It made sense. An ancient sect that was incompatible with the modern world would look for a doctor from the secular world instead of the relevant people when they encountered a once in a hundred years event …
Yan Zhangsen could not agree with his father on this point.
But when his father glared at him, his heart trembled. He would do whatever he said to save himself from being punished by the family law.
Although Boss Zheng's asking price was a little shrewd, he was still very reasonable. There would always be benefits in the future.
But Little Martial Uncle … Don't delay your tribulation. Thinking of this, Yan Zhangsen felt extremely uneasy. Yan Zhangsen could not help but feel anxious, especially when he thought of the vital energy at his lumbosacral region, which was about to break out of his body.
Although he was called Little Martial Uncle, he was actually similar to his younger brother. This was a matter of life and death, but he could not help.
While Yan Zhangsen was restless, they finished the mountainous road that lasted more than an hour.
The assistant had already contacted home. When the car stopped at the gate, Master Yan and Song Moxu were already waiting outside.
"Boss Zheng," Master Yan cupped his hands and said loudly.
"Master Yan." Zheng Ren returned the exact same greeting.
"Boss Zheng, long time no see. You look as elegant as ever," Song Moxu said softly.
"Master Song, you're too polite." Zheng Ren thought the small talk was over and immediately said, "Let's go take a look at the patient."
The word patient was quite unfamiliar to Master Yan, Yan Zhangsen, and Song Moxu. However, it did not matter what Boss Zheng liked to call him. So what if he was a patient? At this time, as long as it could solve the problem, he could call him whatever he wanted.
"Boss Zheng, this way please," the young man who had been following Master Yan said loudly, bowing slightly and leading the way.
"Boss Zheng, my junior brother is in your hands." Master Yan's face was solemn as he walked side by side with Zheng Ren in the garden. "For more than an hour, I can feel the changes in his body. His vital energy is lax and he can't circulate it through the Governing Meridian. I'm afraid I don't know when it will … "
Master Yan's voice was low and finally fell silent, leaving only a faint sigh echoing in Zheng Ren's ears.
When they arrived at the wooden door in the backyard, Master Yan asked Zheng Ren to wait for a moment and walked in first.
Zheng Ren looked at it curiously. The wooden door was half-closed, and there was a faint flash of light inside. Turning on the light in broad daylight? What was going on? Zheng Ren thought to himself.
"Boss Zheng, Master Song, this way please." The young man bowed and saluted. He did not have his usual carefree attitude. With a solemn face, he invited Zheng Ren in.
For Zheng Ren, the front was like a dragon's pool and tiger's den.
However, right and wrong, true and false, had been thoroughly thought out before he came. He and Song Moxu exchanged pleasantries and strode in without hesitation.
A naked man was lying on the bed. Although the pain was bone-deep, he did not make a sound. The muscles on his body were bulging, and a fierce and chaotic aura was splashing everywhere like wind and frost.
The System panel was not very red. There was a strange diagnosis on it — a foreign body in the sacrospinalis muscle. There was also a very rare diagnosis, Konoharada Disease.
Konoharada Disease was not important. Zheng Ren was concerned about the first diagnosis.
Foreign body? Zheng Ren squinted and carefully looked at the diagnosis given by the System panel. Was it a foreign body caused by trauma or, as Master Yan said, a manifestation of vital energy and was diagnosed as a foreign body by the System?
Zheng Ren did not believe in the manifestation of vital energy, but it was said that the patient in front of him had not suffered any trauma recently. If that was the case, then where did the "foreign object" that the System determined to be bulging come from was a big problem.
It was really inexplicable!
"Boss Zheng," Master Yan said softly.
Zheng Ren was silent, as if he did not hear what Master Yan said. Countless related situations appeared in his mind.
The most likely was a parasitic disease.
However, when observed closely, the 'foreign body' in the sacrospinalis muscle was slender and motionless. There was no sign of climbing or walking at all.
It was rare for Zheng Ren to have doubts about the diagnosis that he thought was possible after careful analysis.
If it was a parasite, it did not exist in textbooks or within the scope of human knowledge.
"Gloves," Zheng Ren said softly.
After a few seconds, there was only the sound of the patient holding his breath to endure the pain in the room, but no one handed him sterile gloves.
This was not a hospital. Zheng Ren realized the reality.
He glanced at Master Yan helplessly, as if he had a thousand words to say. The look in his eyes was quite complicated.
"Boss Zheng, if there is anything, just say it," Master Yan said firmly.
Song Moxu also looked at Zheng Ren. She was full of gratitude for the young doctor who kept her and her son safe.
Moreover, Song Moxu was also curious. How did an ordinary person protect them during the tribulation?
"Send him for an X-ray," Zheng Ren said with a sigh.
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