Chapter 45

When you see the Lord, of course you have to do business. Aoki was invited into Xia Wenyuan's study on the second floor.

Upstairs, Hu Xing quietly walked up to his ear and said, "my grandfather's study doesn't allow ordinary people to go in. I only went in once when I was a child."

Aoki said, "then you are stained with my light today!"

Hu Xing has a black face. I've never seen such a shameless person. It's my grandfather, okay! But what this guy said seemed to be right, and there was no way to refute it, so he had to take advantage of it. But when a woman is angry, she especially likes to settle old accounts and says, "you're less cheap. Just now I took the lighter I gave you to the children to play with fire. I haven't settled with you yet!"

When entering the door, Xia Wenyuan told Li Wei, "go and invite Peter."

Li Wei answered "yes" and handed the wheelchair to Wu Lixia.

Xia Wenyuan's study is very large, but it is not a luxury filled with antique calligraphy and painting and classical furniture, but rather quite simple. Aoki only noticed that there was an oil painting hanging on the wall facing Xia Wenyuan's desk in the middle of the study, which painted a sleeping girl on a red chair.

This painting is very famous. Even if Aoki is not an artful person, he has heard a little about it. This painting called "dream" is one of Picasso's most important works. Aoki still remembers reading relevant reports that a very rich fund manager in the United States spent more than $100 million to buy the painting from a tycoon in Las Vegas, setting a sky high price in that year.

"Mr. Aoki also likes oil painting?" Xia Wenyuan noticed that Aoki had been looking at the painting since he entered the door.

Aoki said frankly, "in general, good art is interlinked and can attack people directly."

After sitting down, the servant made tea and exchanged a few simple greetings. Li Wei led a foreigner in.

Xia Wenyuan said, "this is my personal doctor Peter. This is Mr. Aoki, recommended by Professor Mei."

"Oh, Hello, Mr. Aoki!" Peter's Chinese is very standard. He shook Aoki's hand warmly. "I'm Peter Stoll, from Pennsylvania. I'm also a fan of Professor Mei."

Xia Wenyuan said, "Peter has worked with me for ten years. He is a good doctor. Please tell me more about my question. If you need anything I can add, just ask me and Lixia."

Aoki can see that Xia Wenyuan is a little tired.

Peter said: "Xia Lao has always been in good health, but since the beginning of the year, he often had insomnia and nightmares. At first, we thought he was caused by too much work pressure, and we also carried out psychological counseling and decompression. Soon after, he had some nerve conduction dysfunction in his body. Neither my laboratory nor the hospital could find out the reason. Last month, he was in the United States, After several rounds of expert consultation, it was confirmed that Xia Lao had cerebral gray matter weathering. "

"This is a very rare and hidden disease. At present, no more than ten cases have been found all over the world. Their common feature is that the gray matter layer of the brain is gradually fibrotic. The so-called gray matter fibrosis is that the cerebral cortex, also known as the gray matter layer, which gathers a large number of neuronal cells, slowly turns into an inactive fibrous structure, which is very fragile, just like in ancient times Like clothes sealed in the tomb for thousands of years, they may become fly ash when blown by the wind. "

Aoki asked, "what is the cause?"

Peter shook his head and said, "because there are too few cases, there is no clear statement in the medical community at present. However, there is a strange commonality. Perhaps it is a coincidence. The known patients are celebrities."

"Oh, it's still a disease of wealth!" Aoki joked.

Peter frowned in disgust at Aoki's impolite remarks in front of the patient.

On the contrary, Hu Xing and Wu Lixia probably understand Aoki's temperament and feel nothing.

Wu Lixia said, "we Lao Xia often say that we can't be rich for three generations. We should have a good family, so our daily life is not very luxurious. We can eat and wear."

Aoki smiled apologetically and felt that Xia Wenyuan was indeed a respectable person.

Peter continued: "because there is no sample of this disease, the people who get sick are people with fame and status, and it is impossible to study it casually in the laboratory, so the current progress is very slow. Fortunately, Xia Lao's condition has been effectively controlled, although I can't tell how to control it."

Aoki asked, "has anyone died from this disease?"

Although it's taboo to say this in front of Xia Wenyuan, it's a question I have to ask. Fortunately, their family doesn't seem unreasonable.

Peter said: "not yet. The most serious is vegetative. We judge that the final result of the development of the disease is that it will not die. People will gradually lose all consciousness due to the fibrosis of neuronal cells, but the functions of brain stem and medulla oblongata will not be affected."

"What's your purpose of looking for me?" Aoki asked.

"Oh, yes, when the disease was not found, Xia Lao had nightmares every day, which has not been cured until now, so we considered whether there was any connection between them. We also found many psychologists, but there was no obvious effect. I heard that Professor Mei is an authority in psychology and neuroscience, so..."

Peter said in his heart that may is authority, but you are not authority. He glanced at Aoki and said, "I heard that Professor Mei has gone to Copenhagen. I don't know when to come back?"

"I don't know. The professor and I are just friends, not his wife. By the way, you're not a fan of the professor. You can ask," Aoki said.

Peter choked for a long time and didn't say anything. He wondered whether the man was crazy or not. He is also an outstanding figure in the medical field. It's just polite to say that he is a fan of Mei Tao. He doesn't really come here. Even if Mei Tao comes face to face, or his employer Xia Wenyuan won't talk to him so impolitely.

Aoki doesn't care what Peter is thinking. He turns to see Xia Wenyuan, who is reclining in a wheelchair.

For Xia Wenyuan's identity, of course, it's not good for him to come up and hypnotize to see his dream. Moreover, people like Xia Wenyuan, whose life has been ups and downs for decades, can't sit in his position today without full concentration. Hypnotizing him will not be as easy as dealing with ordinary people.

To enter his dream world, you have to step by step.

"Mr. Xia, can you tell me about your dream?" Aoki asked.

"Nothing is impossible." Xia Wenyuan opened his eyes. "Since the first month of this year, I often dream that someone is going to kill me. This person knows everything about me, including my weaknesses, my past, and even some things I can't remember."

"Do you dream like this every day?"

"Not at first. I did it every few days. Later, the interval became shorter and shorter. Recently, as long as I sleep, I will dream of him."

Xia Wenyuan seemed a little heavy when talking about dreams.

"Although it was a dream, I had a feeling that if I was killed by him in my dream, I would really die. Therefore, I insisted on fighting with him and trying my best to deal with him, but his strength became stronger and stronger, and I knew more and more about me. I couldn't do what I wanted, and I didn't know how long I could last."

Aoki asked, "what does this man look like?"

Xia Wenyuan closed his eyes and thought for a while. His face became more and more sick.

"To be exact, he is not a person. He is a shadow."