But the situation he faced now did not allow Zheng Ren to return to the hospital to see patients.
Of course, with the power of 912, Zheng Ren knew that there was no problem if he didn't go back. The entire hospital will not be able to operate normally without him, nor will the overall standard of the hospital be raised just because he is there.
To be precise, I am the icing on the cake.
However, Zheng Ren could think of too many possible scenarios for moyamoya disease combined with myocardial infarction, especially if the cardiology department did not perform interventional surgery.
"Has Mr. Shao gone? What did he say?" Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and asked in a deep voice.
"I didn't know that Zhao Yunlong was so anxious that he hung up the phone after I said he didn't have time." Su Yundao said, "I guess Professor Zhang is on the second line today, that slow guy."
"Moyamoya disease, build a bridge..." Zheng Ren murmured.
"Hey, Professor Zhang is only responsible for giving lectures and lectures when going out, what kind of class is he on?" Su Yun babbled.
Zheng Ren suddenly walked forward and knocked on the car door gently.
"Has the emergency first aid been successful?" Zheng Ren asked in Dutch with a Rotterdam accent.
"Come in." A weak voice said from inside.
Zheng Ren felt so helpless.
My original idea was that if I couldn't leave for the time being, I would go to the hospital for a checkup. But Zheng Ren didn't expect that the man in black was already awake and wanted to invite him in.
There was no other way, so he looked back at Su Yun and shrugged.
When the car door opened, Zheng Ren smelled the familiar smell of blood.
Generally, when you walk in, you will be faced with a shadowless lamp, a lancet, and emergency treatment.
These are what make Zheng Ren's blood boil.
But in this huge RV, everything was just dark, damp and cold.
The man in black was half lying on the bed. He looked at Zheng Ren feebly and said, "You can speak my mother tongue? I praise you, young man."
"My assistant can't speak. If you can speak Chinese, we'll still communicate in Chinese." Zheng Rendao.
The man in black became more energetic. Zheng Ren noticed that a wall-mounted cup with red liquid was placed on the table next to him.
The black-red whole blood bag was still being transfused rapidly, and whole blood was being heated on the heater next to it.
What a luxury, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
"First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Christian Bruch." The man in black said, "The being with the highest IQ in the world."
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. If narcissism was a disease, Su Yun would already be terminally ill. The Christian Bruch in front of him was already on the verge of death.
It's still the kind that can't be saved.
"I'm Zheng Ren, nice to meet you." Zheng Ren said without saltiness.
"Dr. Zheng, I think someone has told you the purpose of my flight to China this time." Christian said.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Old Luo Che has gone through too many years. His body has decayed and there is no way to treat him anymore." Christian smiled, "Actually, the purpose of my flight here is to find you who is treating old Luo Che. In the meantime, let’s see what happened to my dear Vandy.”
"Why are you looking for me?" Zheng Ren asked: "With your family's power, you can find the best doctors in the world to treat you."
"You've seen everything you can." Christian looked at the black and red blood bag, his body obviously very weak, "After all, you are a tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital, and you are already qualified to step into the family castle. There. There are some of the best medical facilities in the world, which are updated every three years... "
Zheng Ren felt that there seemed to be some problems with the logic of Christian Bruch's words, as if his mind was not very clear.
"We have found a cure for damn porphyria. As long as little Vandy can recover, we can gain eternal life." Christian Bruch murmured.
"Boss..." Su Yun whispered, with a somewhat ugly look on his face.
One can imagine the fate of those who hear this kind of secret.
"It's okay." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "A typical manifestation of the acute attack of porphyria, hysteria. He is talking nonsense. Anything he says now cannot be taken seriously."
After saying that, Zheng Ren glanced at the two followers and said, "Fandi, is he a real person?"
The expressions of the two attendants were also a little strange, and they nodded.
"I think Mr. Christian needs a break. I'm sorry for causing him harm." Zheng Ren said with a typical fake smile on his face: "24 hours, at least 24 hours."
"Okay, then we'll see you in 24 hours." Christian Bruch said, "Damn garlic, why do you like to eat this? No, I think this smells good, I want to eat garlic! I want it now! "
It seems that he is still not awake. What he said at this time is half true and half false, and many of them are caused by hallucinations.
"I'll give you a piece of advice." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "In our country, you'd better not wander around. Garlic is one of the best condiments and is commonly used."
“…”
"Garlic contains 33 kinds of sulfides. Although there is no definite evidence, most of us here believe that certain sulfides can block the unique division cycle of tumor cells, thus playing an anti-cancer role."
"That's fake."
"As long as you believe, it will exist." Zheng Ren smiled, "Then please have a good rest. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, Zheng Ren stood up.
"We will set off after dark tomorrow night. Are you satisfied with this time? By the way, if you have any information about Ms. Fandi, please send it to my email. I want to have a preliminary understanding of the condition."
"Very satisfied, please don't touch any more garlic before setting off! The smell of sulfides is really disappointing," said Christian Bruch.
Zheng Ren smiled, turned and left.
After getting out of the car, Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.
Su Yun immediately got into a car, and the two saw a follower closing the door of the RV and driving away slowly.
"Boss, is it true or false?"
"What's real or fake?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Immortality."
"Of course it's false." Zheng Ren said seriously: "Only you would believe what a porphyria patient said when he had a major emergency attack."
Su Yun narrowed his eyes, looking at the black hair floating in front of his forehead, looking at Zheng Ren, trying to see whether he was fooling himself or telling the truth.
"You said moyamoya disease, what impact does it have on coronary artery bypass surgery?" Zheng Ren's thinking has shifted from porphyria to moyamoya disease and myocardial infarction.
"There are no definite images, and some people have tried to use interventional methods to treat moyamoya disease, but the postoperative results are not good." Su Yundao, "Do you have any ideas?"
"If you don't even know the condition, how can you have any ideas?" Zheng Ren said, "You have to see the patient first before talking."