Back at the castle, Christian disappeared immediately without even saying hello.
His entourage took Zheng Ren, Su Yun and his entourage to a reception room and then left.
"The people here are very unfriendly. I think you are right." Su Yun looked around the reception room.
"Well, I don't like the smell here either." Zheng Ren said, "Although it's impossible to have mold, I always feel like there are countless molds floating around, and my nose is a little itchy."
"This is not far from Sicily. After seeing the doctor, do you want to go see the Mediterranean sun?" Su Yun asked.
"With you?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and smiled slightly.
Su Yun felt great contempt.
But when I think about Christian's love... Well, let's stop talking for now. Although he doesn't object to this kind of thing, Su Yun has no idea of trying it himself.
"The Adoration of the Magi, these vampires..."
"Don't call him a vampire. He is a patient with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected, "Is it that painting by Leonardo da Vinci?"
"I'm really glad that you still know about Leonardo da Vinci's painting. It is said that the painting displayed in the Uffizi Gallery is a fake. Boss, do you think this is a fake or an authentic painting?" Su Yun stood at the station called The Adoration. Appreciating in front of the painting of the Magi.
Zheng Ren had no interest in these, but the portraits of nearly thirty people in the picture were so lifelike that he still took a few curious glances.
There is no system panel.
Well, Zheng Ren only saw this.
"In this painting, Leonardo da Vinci showed his ambition, but unfortunately he never completed the painting until the end." Su Yun said: "The background is the Maxentius Palace in Rome... That's not right."
As Su Yun was talking, he was suddenly stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Why... Why should there be a portrait of the Holy Son in the home of a patient with congenital porphyria? Didn't it mean that patients with congenital porphyria have been suppressed since the Middle Ages?" Su Yun was a little strange.
"There are too many things involved in this area. It is basically impossible to study and understand it." Zheng Rendao: "Just like the Spring and Autumn Period writing methods in history books, many things are expressed in a bizarre narrative way. See It means one thing when you go up, but if you think about it carefully, it means another thing."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Yun frowned, looking at this famous painting that Leonardo da Vinci never finished as if in consultation.
"It's meaningless, don't look at it." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, thinking about taking a look at the dying leader of the Bruch family, Luo Che, and was curious whether they would end up with all kinds of diseases like ordinary people. Geriatrics.
Judging from Fandi's condition, it is possible.
After 35 years of estrogen injections, even with a curious eye, the bodies of patients with congenital porphyria cannot withstand the invasion of hormones, and they will still have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular changes.
As for rhabdomyolysis, it is just an unexpected and reasonable evolution of the disease.
"Dear Doctor Zheng, I'm glad you can come to the Bruch family's castle." A voice came from the door of the reception room.
Elegant and calm, with the decadent and decadent tone of a medieval aristocrat.
Wearing a black tuxedo, he appeared at the door. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure and pale skin. Several old dark spots could be seen on his face, neck, hands, etc.
But there are very few dark spots, even a little less compared to Christian.
It was well maintained, this was Zheng Ren's first judgment.
How well patients with congenital porphyria are cared for depends on the scars on their bodies and hands, which is different from other people.
You can't tell how old the tuxedo is just by looking at his appearance.
"Hello." Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.
"I am Wormel Bruch, you can call me Wormel." Tuxedo said elegantly, "Dr. Zheng, your arrival gives me a glimmer of hope."
Wormell's dialogue was in pure English, not in Dutch like Christian's.
"When can we take a look at the patient? Mr. Wormel." Zheng Ren doesn't know how to chat, and he doesn't know the rules of their conversation. So I simply refused the greetings and got to the point without hesitation.
The changes in Christian's skin color and pupils on the plane brought a bit of pressure to Zheng Ren.
It seems that this ancient and mysterious family does have something to say.
But Zheng Ren was not interested in paying attention to what it was.
Curiosity killed the cat, and Zheng Ren had no interest in being a cat that died tragically at Bruch Castle.
"Dr. Rudy is conducting a consultation. Mr. Luo Che is going to see his ancestors and bring his glory." Wormeier said leisurely without being in a hurry. It seemed that he did not want to lead Zheng Ren directly to see Luo Che Bru. He.
Zheng Ren looked into Wuermeier's eyes, as if he wanted to see some clues.
"Dr. Zheng, please sit down." Wormel said with a smile: "You have caused us a lot of trouble recently. Although it is not difficult to deal with it, since you are here, I still want to communicate with you. "
"Huh?" Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.
Could it be that Chu Nuangsai's purchase of technology caused trouble to the Bruch family
"Dr. Olson of the Royal Academy of Sciences has met with His Majesty the King three times. Do you know this?" Warmel said calmly, with a gentle smile on his face, but there were a few scars, which looked a little weird.
Zheng Ren shook his head.
"If you agree, you can contact Dr. Olson when you have time. The Nobel Prize is an award with a profound historical background." Wormeier said: "Many people, including our Bruch family, do not want to see a clinical trial." The technique appears on the Nobel Prize podium."
"Boss, what did I say?" Su Yun looked at Wuermel with disdain and said to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren smiled slightly.
"Please don't get me wrong, the Bruch family has absolutely no intention of secretly manipulating the Nobel Prize." Wormel said: "This is just a suggestion, a suggestion given to you by an old friend."
"Actually, I have no interest in the Nobel Prize at all." Zheng Ren smiled and said seriously: "Although my assistant really wants to win the Nobel Prize."
"Is this Dr. Rudolf?"
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded, "The whole process... I remember watching a TV series, and an American doctor said, I don't like the bloody money I earned from inventing explosives." (Note 1)
Warmel's smile became a little stronger, and the scar on his face became distorted, like an ancient symbol.
"But although I'm not interested, I now have some ideas. I need a reason. I wonder why the Bruch family wants to manipulate the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No manipulation!" Wormel said.
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Note 1: This is what Dr. House said.