Chapter 1786

But now facing the situation, Zheng Ren is not allowed to go back to the hospital to see patients.

Of course, with the strength of 912, Zheng Ren knows that there is no problem if he doesn't go back. The whole hospital can not operate normally without itself, nor will it elevate the overall standard of the hospital because of its presence.

To be exact, I'm the icing on the cake.

However, for moyamoya disease complicated with myocardial infarction, especially when the Department of Cardiology did not do interventional surgery, Zheng renneng thought of too many possible situations.

"Did president Shao go? What did he say?" Zheng Ren thought for a few seconds and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know. Zhao Yunlong couldn't be in a hurry. Listen to me, I didn't have time, so I hung up." Su Yun said, "it is estimated that Professor Zhang is on the second line today, that is, the slow man."

"Moyamoya disease, bridge..." Zheng Ren murmured.

"Alas, Professor Zhang is only responsible for going out to give speeches and lectures. What class is he in?" Su Yun nagged.

Zheng Ren suddenly walked forward and gently knocked on the door.

"Is the emergency treatment successful?" Zheng Ren asked in Dutch with a Rotterdam accent.

"Come in." Said a weak voice inside.

Zheng Ren feels helpless.

The original idea was that if this side couldn't go for the time being, I would go to the hospital. But Zheng Ren didn't expect that the man in black had woken up and had to invite himself in.

No way, he looked back at Su Yun and shrugged his shoulders.

When the door opened, Zheng Ren smelled a familiar smell of blood.

In general, when you walk in, you will face shadowless lights, lancets, and emergency rescue.

These are what make Zheng Ren's blood boil.

But in this huge RV, some are just gloomy, wet and cold.

The man in black was half lying in bed. He looked at Zheng Ren weakly and said, "can you speak my mother tongue? Praise you, young man."

"My assistant can't speak. If you can speak Chinese, we'd better communicate in Chinese." Zheng Rendao.

The man in black looked at his spirit a lot. Zheng Ren noticed that a cup with red liquid hanging on the wall was placed on the table beside him.

The black and red whole blood bag is still delivering blood quickly. There is whole blood heating on the heater next to it.

What a luxury, Zheng Ren thought.

"First of all, I'm Christian Bruch." The man in Black said, "the existence of the highest IQ in the world."

Zheng Ren was stunned. If narcissism is a disease, Su Yun is terminally ill. Christian Bruch is dying.

Or the kind that can't be saved.

"I'm Zheng Ren. Nice to meet you." Zheng Ren said without salt or light.

"Dr. Zheng, I think someone has told you the purpose of my flying to China this time." Christian said.

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Old Roche has gone through too long years. His body has decayed and can't be treated anymore." Christian smiled. "In fact, the purpose of my flying here is to find you to see what happened to her while seeing old Roche."

"Why me?" Zheng Ren asked, "with your family power, you can find the best doctor in the world."

"I've seen everything I can see." Christian looked at the black red whole blood bag and was obviously weak. "After all, you are a lifelong professor at Massachusetts General Hospital and are qualified to step into the family castle. There are the best medical facilities in the world, which are updated every three years..."

Zheng Ren felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the logic of Christian Bruch's speech, as if his brain was not very clear.

"We have found a way to cure the damn porphyria. As long as little Fandi can recover, we can have eternal life." Christian Bruch murmured.

"Boss..." Su Yun whispered, his face a little ugly.

We can imagine what will happen to those who hear this secret.

"Nothing." Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "the typical manifestation of porphyria acute attack is hysteria. Nonsense. Anything he says now can't be taken seriously."

Then Zheng Ren glanced at the two attendants and said, "Fandi, is it a real person?"

The expressions of the two attendants were also strange. They nodded.

"I think Mr. Christian needs a break. I'm sorry to hurt him." Zheng Ren wore a typical fake smile on his face and said, "24 hours, at least 24 hours."

"OK, I'll see you in 24 hours." Christian Bruch said, "damn garlic, why do you like this? No, I think it smells good. I want garlic! Now!"

It seems that I'm still not awake. What I said at this time is half true and half false. Many of them are caused by hallucinations.

"Give you a piece of advice." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "in our country, you'd better not walk around. Garlic is one of the best condiments and is widely used."

“……”

"Garlic contains 33 kinds of sulfides. Although there is no definite evidence, most of us believe that some sulfides can block the specific division cycle of tumor cells and play 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 leave first."

With that, Zheng Ren stood up.

"Are you satisfied with starting after dark tomorrow evening? By the way, please send the information about Ms. Fandi to my mailbox. I want to have a preliminary understanding of her condition."

"Very satisfied. Please don't touch any garlic before you leave! The smell of sulfide is really desperate." Christian Bruch.

Zheng Ren smiled and turned away.

After getting out of the car, Zheng Renchang breathed out.

Su Yun immediately dropped a car. They saw an attendant close the door of the RV and drive away slowly.

"Boss, really?"

"What is true or false?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Never die."

"Of course it's fake." Zheng Ren said seriously, "only you can believe what a porphyria patient said when he had a major emergency attack."

Su Yun narrowed his eyes and shot his eyes out of the floating black hair in front of his forehead. He looked at Zheng Ren and wanted to see whether he was fooling himself or telling the truth.

"You say moyamoya disease, what impact does it have on coronary artery bypass grafting?" Zheng Ren's thinking has changed from porphyria to moyamoya disease and myocardial infarction.

"There is no definite image, and some people try to treat moyamoya disease by interventional means, and the postoperative effect is not good." Su Yun said, "do you have an idea?"

"I don't even know my condition. What can I think of?" Zheng Ren said, "always look at the patient first."