Chapter 1813

Back at the castle, Christian disappeared without even saying hello.

His entourage took Zheng Ren and Su Yun to a reception room and left.

"The people here are very unfriendly. I think you're right." Su Yun looked around the reception room.

"Well, I don't like the taste here either." Zheng Rendao said, "although it is impossible to get moldy, I always feel countless molds floating around, and my nose is a little itchy."

"It's not far from Sicily. After seeing a doctor, do you want to see the Mediterranean sun?" Su Yun asked.

"With you?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and smiled.

Su Yun felt great contempt.

But when I think about Christian's love... Well, I'd better stop talking. Although I don't object to this kind of thing, Su Yun didn't try it himself.

"The adoration of the Magi, these people suck blood..."

"Don't call it a vampire. It's a patient with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected, "is it Da Vinci's painting?"

"I'm glad you still know Leonardo da Vinci's painting. It's said that the painting displayed in the uffiz art museum is a fake. Boss, do you guess whether this painting is a fake or an authentic one?" Su Yun stood in front of the painting called the adoration of the Magi and appreciated it.

Zheng Ren was not interested in these, but the portraits of nearly 30 people in the picture were lifelike. He still looked at them curiously.

There is no system panel.

Well, Zheng Ren only sees that.

"In this painting, Leonardo da Vinci showed his ambition. Unfortunately, he didn't finish the painting until the end." Su Yun said, "the background is the maxentis hall in Rome... No."

Su Yun said, suddenly stunned.

"Why not?"

"Suck... Why should there be a portrait of the son of God in the home of patients with congenital porphyria? Doesn't it mean that they have been encircling and suppressing patients with congenital porphyria since the Middle Ages?" Su Yun is a little strange.

"There are too many things involved in this aspect. It is basically impossible to study and understand." Zheng Ren said, "just like the spring and autumn strokes in history books, many things are expressed in a strange narrative way. It seems to have one meaning, but it has another meaning after careful consideration."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Su Yun frowned and looked at this famous painting that Leonardo da Vinci had not finished in the end.

"It's meaningless. Don't look." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa and wanted to take a look at the head of the Bruch family who was going to die. He was curious whether they had all kinds of senile diseases like ordinary people in the end.

Judging by Van Di's condition, it is possible.

After 35 years of estrogen injection, even from a curious point of view, the body of patients with congenital porphyria can not withstand the invasion of hormones, and there will be changes in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular vessels.

As for rhabdomyolysis, it is only an unexpected and reasonable evolution of the disease.

"Dear Dr. Zheng, I'm glad you can come to the ancient castle of the Bruch family." A voice came from the door of the meeting room.

Elegant and calm, with a decadent and degenerate tone of medieval aristocracy.

A black tuxedo appeared at the door. He was about one meter eight. He was slender and pale. Several old dark spots could be seen on his face, neck and hands.

But there are few dark spots, even less than Christian.

The maintenance is very good. This is Zheng Ren's first judgment.

The maintenance of patients with congenital porphyria depends on the scars on their bodies and hands, which is different from others.

I just can't tell how old the tuxedo is by looking at its appearance.

"Hello." Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.

"I'm vomer Bruch. You can call me vomer." The tuxedo said gracefully, "Dr. Zheng, your arrival gives me a glimmer of hope."

Vomer speaks in pure English, not Dutch like Christian.

"When can we have a look at the patient, Mr. womel." Zheng Ren can't chat and doesn't know the rules of their speech. So he simply refused the greetings and cut into the subject without hesitation.

The change of Christian's skin color and pupil on the plane brought a little pressure to Zheng Ren.

It seems that this ancient and mysterious family does have some statements.

But Zheng Ren is not interested in paying attention to what it is.

Curiosity Kills the cat. Zheng Ren is not interested in being a cat who died miserably in Bruch castle.

"Dr. Rudy is having a consultation. Lord Roche is going to see his ancestors with his glory." Wo Meier was not in a hurry and said leisurely. It seems that he didn't want to take Zheng Ren directly to see Roche Bruch.

Zheng Ren looked into womel's eyes and seemed to see something from it.

"Dr. Zheng, please sit down." Womel 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.

Is it that Chu nu'angsai's purchase of technology has caused trouble to the Bruch family?

"Do you know that Dr. Olsen of the Royal Academy of Sciences has seen his majesty three times?" Vomer said calmly that the smile on his face was very gentle, but there were a few scars, but it looked strange.

Zheng Ren shook his head.

"If you agree, you can contact Dr. Olsen when you have time. The Nobel Prize is an award with profound historical heritage." "A lot of people, including our Bruch family, of course, don't want to see a clinical operation on the podium of the Nobel Prize," Wermer said

"Boss, what did I say?" Su Yun looked at vomer contemptuously and said to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled slightly.

"Please don't get me wrong. The Bruch family has absolutely no idea of secretly manipulating the Nobel Prize." "It's just a suggestion, a suggestion from an old friend," vomer said

"In fact, I'm not interested in Nobel prizes at all." Zheng Ren smiled and said seriously, "although my assistant wants to win the Nobel Prize."

"Is that Dr. Rudolph?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. "The whole process... I remember I saw a series. An American doctor said, I don't like the bloody money made by inventing explosives." (Note 1)

Vomer's smile was a little stronger, and the scar on his face was twisted, like an ancient symbol.

"But although I'm not interested, I have a little idea now. I need a reason. I don't know why the Bruch family manipulated the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No manipulation!" Womel said.

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Note 1: what Dr. House said.