"Boss, ion disorder caused by dietary imbalance is not a manifestation of this." Su Yun also listened attentively and questioned.
Zheng Ren did not comment on Su Yun's words, but looked at Master Yan in the video.
"Yes, he is practicing in seclusion, and sometimes he doesn't even drink porridge." Master Yan said, "It has been five years. I guess it has little to do with this."
Five years... Zheng Ren sighed inwardly, is this another kind of dining style and drinking dew
"Have your junior brother had any trauma? Have you had any surgery? Have you ever had a blood transfusion?" Zheng Ren subconsciously followed the procedure and asked about the medical history. He was still thinking in his mind that someone could really do this
"Twenty-one years ago, I suffered a trauma and fractured my right humerus. The operation was performed in Yangcheng. I recovered well after the operation and there is nothing more. I rarely get sick. Although I cannot say that I am immune to all kinds of poisons,... in your words , I have basically never had colds, fevers or the like." Master Yan said.
"How did you get injured?"
"During the physical training, he persisted too much and was eventually exhausted and injured. From then on, I stopped letting him train. It was useless."
“What about hypertension, coronary heart disease, and diabetes?”
Zheng Ren asked all the way and kept asking, but in the end he didn't get any valuable information.
His face darkened. Could it be that he had really encountered something beyond his own perspective? This thought appeared like a spark, and was immediately extinguished by Zheng Ren.
impossible! This was the case with Master Song and Master Yan that I met before. The weirdest thing is that the Bruch family has a diagnosis written on their system panel that they don't understand.
It can all be explained with logic, and the one about strange powers and confusing gods is meaningless.
Seeing Zheng Ren fall into silence, Master Yan sighed, his expression a little gloomy.
After cutting off the video signal, Zheng Ren sat in his seat like a sculpture, motionless and meditating.
Su Yun stopped chatting with Yan Changsen. He frowned and looked at the patient's sacrococcygeal bulge. The black hair on his forehead was not moving in the wind. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Yan Changsen looked at Boss Zheng and Su Yun silently and sighed in his heart. He himself strongly disagreed with asking Boss Zheng and Su Yun to protect his junior uncle.
Come to think of it, for an ancient sect that is incompatible with the modern world, when it encounters a major event that happens once in hundreds of years, instead of looking for relevant people, it looks for a secular doctor...
Yan Changsen couldn't agree with his old man's point of view on this point.
But when his old man stared at him, he trembled in his heart, saying what he said, so as not to deal with it according to the family law.
Although Boss Zheng is a little smarter in asking prices, he is still very reasonable. There will always be benefits in the future.
It's just my junior uncle... don't delay your journey through the tribulation. Thinking of this, Yan Changsen felt extremely uneasy. Especially when he thought about the zhenqi in the lower back, sacrum and tail, trying to break out of his body, Yan Changsen couldn't help but become anxious.
Although he is called a junior uncle, he is actually similar to his younger brother. This is a life and death situation, but he can't help.
While Yan Changsen was restless, he completed the mountain road in more than an hour without any danger.
The assistant had already contacted the family, and when the car stopped at the gate, Master Yan and Song Moqi were already waiting outside.
"Boss Zheng." Master Yan said loudly with his hands raised.
"Master Yan." Zheng Ren replied with exactly the same courtesy.
"Boss Zheng, long time no see, you still have the same style." Song Mo Ai said softly.
"Mr. Song, you're welcome." Zheng Ren thought that the greetings were over and immediately said, "Go and see the patient."
The word patient is quite unfamiliar to Master Yan, Yan Changsen, and Song Moqi. But it doesn’t matter what name Boss Zheng likes, as long as he is a patient. At this time, as long as it can solve the problem, he can call it whatever he wants.
"Boss Zheng, please come this way." The young man who had been following Master Yan said loudly, bowed slightly and led the way.
"Boss Zheng, I will leave my junior brother to you." Master Yan walked side by side with Zheng Ren in the garden with a serious look on his face. "For more than an hour, I can feel the changes in his body. His true energy is scattered and he is still unable to Qi travels through the Governor Vessel. I’m afraid that I don’t know when, it will... "
Master Yan's words were low, and finally fell silent, leaving only a faint sigh echoing in Zheng Ren's ears.
Arriving at the firewood gate in the backyard, Master Yan asked Zheng Ren to wait while he walked in first.
Zheng Ren looked at it curiously. The firewood door was ajar, and there were faint lights flashing twice inside. Do you turn on the lights in broad daylight? What's happening here? Zheng Ren thought in his heart.
"Boss Zheng, Master Song, please come in this way." The young man bowed and saluted, without the usual hesitation, with a serious look on his face, and invited Zheng Ren in.
For Zheng Ren, the front is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
But right and wrong, true and false, they had all been thought through when they came. He and Song Mo Ai were polite and strode in without hesitation.
A man was lying on the bed with his upper body naked. Although the pain was piercing his bones, he remained silent. The muscles all over his body were tense, and a sharp and chaotic aura splashed everywhere like swords and wind.
The system panel was not very red, and there was a strange diagnosis on it—foreign body in the sacrospinalis muscle. There was also a rare diagnosis, Koyanagi-Harada disease.
Put aside Koyanagi-Harada's disease for now. It's not important. Zheng Ren is concerned about the first diagnosis.
foreign body? Zheng Ren squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the diagnosis given by the system panel. Was it a foreign body caused by trauma that entered the body, or was it, as Master Yan said, that the true energy took shape and was diagnosed as a foreign body by the system
Zheng Ren didn't believe in the transformation of true energy into form, but it was said that the patient in front of him had not suffered any recent trauma. If this is the case, it will be a big problem where the "foreign objects" that are partially bulged and judged by the big pig's hooves come from.
It’s so baffling!
"Boss Zheng." Master Yan said softly.
Zheng Ren was silent, as if he didn't hear what Master Yan was saying. Countless related situations appeared in his mind.
The most likely cause is a parasitic disease.
However, upon closer inspection, the "foreign body" in the patient's sacrospinalis muscle was slender and motionless, with no signs of climbing or walking at all.
Zheng Ren rarely had doubts about the diagnosis that he thought was possible after careful analysis.
If it is a parasite, it does not exist in textbooks or is known to humans.
"Gloves." Zheng Ren said softly.
A few seconds after he finished speaking, the only sound in the room was the patient's heavy breathing as he endured the pain, but no one handed over sterile gloves.
This is not a hospital, Zheng Ren realized the reality.
He glanced at Master Yan helplessly, as if he had a thousand things to say, and his eyes were quite complex.
"Boss Zheng, if you have any questions, just tell me." Master Yan said firmly.
Song Mo Ai also looked at Zheng Ren. She was full of gratitude to this young doctor who had made her mother and son safe.
Moreover, Master Song was also curious about how an ordinary person could protect the law and survive the calamity.
"Send it to take a picture." Zheng Ren sighed and said.