Chapter 1819

The instant silence of the whole audience pulled Zheng Ren out of a mysterious state.

Through analysis and differential diagnosis one by one, Zheng Ren himself began to believe that lead poisoning is indeed a possibility, rather than talking nonsense for some purpose.

He noticed a wheelchair pushed in. On the wheelchair sat a thin, withered man, covered in black.

I can't see anyone, and I can't see the system panel.

Zheng Ren's heart moved. Looking at the respectful and cautious look of Christian and womel, he already knew who it was.

He went down from the stage, came to the man in black and bowed down. With the change of vision, the red system panel of the old man in black rose.

And the above diagnosis

Impressively marked chronic lead poisoning!

Zheng Ren smiled and bowed, "Hello, Mr. Roche."

"Young man, you have great courage." Lao Roche looked at Zheng Ren and said slowly.

"Not daring. I think what you need is a doctor, not a submissive servant who will only say yes." Zheng Ren said, "I'm sure you have chronic lead poisoning, because the symptoms of lead poisoning are too close to those of porphyria, so wise as you, you also ignore this."

Lao luoche raised his head and his eyes shot out from the black clothes. He looked at Zheng Ren with sharp eyes, like a poisonous snake in a dark corner.

Zheng Ren was calm as usual, without the awe of others.

"Before the physical examination, everything is a differential diagnosis, which is a kind of guess. But after seeing you, I determined this." Zheng Ren said with certainty.

"Huh?"

"The legendary King George was tied to a chair by his subordinates because of the acute attack of porphyria. He was given compulsory cocktail treatment until he was sent to Windsor Castle to live an isolated life and die there."

"In 2003, Professor Martin warren of the University of Kent found a high content of arsenic in the hair samples of George III retained by later generations."

"Young man, what does this have to do with me?" Lao Roche thinks Zheng Ren is more and more interesting.

"Mr. Roche, I'm only talking about a certain history. Heavy metals can destroy your strong body. Arsenic trioxide is like this. Lead is like this." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "your eyes show signs of pigmentation after heavy metal poisoning. It's very slight, which also proves that your body's metabolic ability and anti-virus ability are strong."

Lao Roche's sleeves trembled slightly.

Zheng renminrui was very happy to find this.

Lucky value is really useful. I just wanted to bury a thorn, but I overturned the whole table.

Dare to stand arrogantly in front of yourself and let yourself down with a condescending tone

"Mr. Roche, in fact, the examination is very simple. I think it is not difficult for you to measure blood lead and urine lead. As for treatment, any expert here knows how to drive lead out of your body."

"I don't know the cause of your lead poisoning. If possible, please ensure my personal safety." Zheng Ren said with a smile that he had no fear or fear of his life.

"Well, now that you're here, my diagnosis and differential diagnosis don't have to go on. The test is an objective standard. If I say 10000 words, it's not as good as the number of blood samples to make you believe."

"How do you judge?" Lao luoche raised his hand and easily took off his black hat. His hair was sparse. Although he could see that he was weak... Zheng Ren had a feeling that it was all disguise.

The old man in front of us is definitely not as weak as described in the medical record.

Zheng Ren knows that there must be some strange conspiracy. It fits well with these people who suck... Congenital porphyria.

"It's just a normal differential diagnosis. Every doctor will do it. I think the reason why others don't find it is because they know your majesty and strength." Zheng Ren smiled.

"What about you?" Old Roche looked at Zheng Ren and asked.

"Me? I'm just a doctor." Zheng Rendao.

"Take blood." Old Roche stretched out an arm.

Several family members were about to move, and Lao Roche immediately stopped drinking. All the Bruges were restricted to random activities, and the blood collection was done by Dr. Rudy.

Time is hard, but Zheng Ren doesn't think so.

How many people die here has nothing to do with yourself.

Whether you want to win the Nobel prize or not is your own business. But if someone dares to tell himself you don't deserve it, Zheng Ren will have to let him pay the price of bleeding.

Anyway, Roche Bruch has drawn a tube of blood.

While waiting for the result, Zheng Ren bowed slightly again and said, "Mr. Roche, please allow me to see a film."

"What film?"

"Dr. Rudy's wife is critically ill. I just saw a film. I don't think there are many people in the world who are sure of successful surgery, and I happen to be one of them." Zheng Ren said, "your diagnosis has come to an end. The rest is to recover slowly. I hope everything I do can satisfy you."

Zheng Ren said, turned back to the console, looked at Dr. Rudy and said, "your wife's film, would you please tune it out for me?"

Dr. Rudy is already confused.

After living in this gloomy castle for several months, I met Lord Roche once and didn't say a word.

Today, the young doctor is talking nonsense. Why did Lord Roche come here in a wheelchair?

He also had a cordial conversation with him.

No, what did he just say? Can he solve his wife's problem surgically?

"Dr. Rudy, are you listening to me?" Zheng Ren asked.

The whole hall was silent, only Zheng Ren's voice sounded.

"Er..." Dr Rudy moved a little slowly, but without delay. He immediately called up the film and presented it on the LED screen.

Zheng Ren looks like reading the film in 912. He holds his cheek with his right hand and puts his left hand under his armpit, looking at the image data carefully.

The large LED screen here is too big. It looks tall. In fact, it is very troublesome to watch films.

Although the resolution is high, Zheng Ren has to keep turning his head when reading the film.

"I'm Rudy from King's College Hospital in London, England." Rudy came over, stretched out his hand and carefully expressed his kindness as much as possible.

This man, although young, let Lord Roche show up in person.

Zheng Ren stared at the film and didn't seem to notice Dr. Rudy's greeting.

But then one hand reached out enthusiastically and held Dr. Rudy's hand, "Hello, doctor, I'm boss Zheng's assistant, Su Yun."

“……”

"Dr. Rudy, Mayo has returned the message. Dr. Charles is not feeling well and can't come." Rudy's assistant suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"Who has time, Mayo?" Rudy asked hurriedly.

"None of the three people who may complete the operation can come." The assistant said dejectedly.

"Dr. Rudy, Dr. Charles doesn't have surgery anymore. What are you looking for him for?" Su Yun asked in surprise.

"Dr. Charles is the most successful doctor in the world!" Rudy's face turned a little red. He regretted that Dr. Charles couldn't come.

"Looking for him?" Su Yun almost laughed.

"Yes, Dr. Charles is on the side. I think the operation will succeed. What's the matter?" Rudy was a little confused.

"The boss is Mayo's visiting professor. When we went to Mayo for consultation a month ago, we had a cordial conversation with Dr. Charles. I think if you agree to the boss's operation, tell Mayo immediately that Dr. Charles will fly to watch."

"..." Rudy was stunned.