Zheng Ren sat in the car and looked at the front quietly. The more you walk, the fewer cars you drive. It's becoming remote and desolate.

Su Yun chatted with master Yan's eldest son, Yan Changshen. They had reached an agreement and drafted a contract for technology transfer. Su Yun didn't do too much. After all, there is an urgent need for those technologies. Master Yan's younger martial brother can't endure for long, and small stone can't endure for long.

If you get those useless technologies one day earlier, there will be a little more firefly like light in the darkness in front of you. No one knows whether it can illuminate the road ahead.

Zheng Ren listened to Su Yun's insinuations from various angles all the way, but Yan Changshen didn't seem to know the specific situation of his little martial uncle. He was basically in a state of one question and three unknowns.

However, Su Yun was still very persistent in collecting data. Even if it sounded useless, he asked.

Yan Changsen paid such a high price. If it was not risky or important, it would be a ghost. These bad old men are very bad.

When the mobile phone rings, Yan Changsen takes it from his assistant, takes a look, and connects the phone with a dignified look.

"Already on the way."

"OK, I'll come as soon as possible."

The dialogue was simple, but both Zheng Ren and Su Yun heard a little impatience from Yan Changshen's tone.

Zheng Ren turned his eyes to Yan Changshen.

"Boss Zheng said that little martial uncle has been possessed and can't control it." Yan Changsen first explained to his assistant, and then said to Zheng Ren.

The speed was already fast. After the assistant said a word to the driver, he accelerated sharply. Walking on Panshan Road, Zheng Ren was worried that the vehicle would suddenly fall into a cliff at a sharp turn.

"Brother Yan, let's not talk about being possessed. You translate it and say it in words that ordinary people like us can understand." Su Yun didn't look nervous and chatted with Yan Changshen casually.

Yan Changshen's eyebrows are very thick, like two knives.

He thought for a while, nodded slightly and said, "in fact, I don't understand. I told you, I'm also the kind of person without talent."

"Pick what you know, or we'll have to ask from the beginning after we go. The boss is not the kind who can cut corners. Let's save some time." Su Yun continued to beat around the bush.

"Er... Once upon a time, I heard the old man say that little martial uncle is also an ordinary man, but he has a strange temper and admits death." Yan Changshen said, "we are about the same age. He is a few years younger than me. The old man originally thought that we would do research together after graduation from Cambridge, but he has always been obsessed with cultivation."

"Gee, top students in Cambridge?"

"Well, he did better than me at school. He is a genius in mathematics." Yan Changshen's expression was a little gloomy. He sighed, "you can't read many books at home. You can learn them by yourself. You can't understand the logic at all."

"Hey, brother Yan, why do you sound so strange when you put cultivation and logic together?" Su Yun asked.

"It was weird." Yan Changshen said, "I know his purpose of learning mathematics is to deduce the family handed down skills with formulas, and then find a way he can practice. But many things passed down from my family don't know how to practice. They have long been lost. No, fooling around will cause trouble."

"What a genius! I admire it! But I think physics is more reliable." Su Yun said very seriously.

"Thank you, boss Zheng and Dr. Su this time." Yan Changshen said, staring at Zheng Ren's eyes, trying to see some clues. Whether it is success or failure, whether you are sure or not, and whether you have confidence, you always have to show it in your eyes.

But Zheng Ren's expression was flat and his eyes were firm. There was no change at all.

"What you paid is a transaction, not a help." Su Yun said, "if we just help, we won't come."

"I heard my old man say that little martial uncle has realized the truth for forty years and condensed Zhenyuan into essence overnight. It's just a mistake. Zhenyuan will break out. Once it breaks down... The consequences are unimaginable."

"There's something in the body. Is it a bone spur?" Su Yun asked without hesitation.

"It should not be hyperosteogeny, or... Boss Zheng and Dr. Su, I want a picture. You two give me a hand first?"

"OK." Zheng Ren replied in a deep voice.

Zheng Ren is very curious about Yan Changshen's description. It's strange and unimaginable.

Soon, Yan Changshen handed his mobile phone to Zheng Ren, and a picture appeared in front of Zheng Ren.

The person with fine red upper body lies on the bed, holding the mattress with both hands. Just looking at the photos, you can feel the strength of pain into the bone marrow.

The man in the photo is very strong, with his muscles twisted and twisted, and his skin below the fifth lumbar spine on his back is slightly bulging. He can vaguely see the vertical bulge all the way to the vertebrae.

Is there really something substantial? Zheng renleng.

Look at the bulge of his waist, which is less than 5mm wide, but very long. It's really like what Yan Changsen described. The real Qi in his body gathers into essence and wants to break out.

"Changqiang acupoint, the location of governor vessel, my old man estimates where the real Qi will come out in the end."

"Changqiang point." Zheng Ren whispered this slightly strange word.

I learned Chinese medicine at school, but the Chinese medicine course of Western medicine is not so detailed. Even if Zheng Ren never forgets it, he has to recall it for a few seconds.

His eyes focused on the bulge down the spine and felt curious. It didn't go down to Changqiang acupoint according to the walking shape of governor pulse, but it was a little off side.

Zheng Ren fundamentally doesn't believe in true Qi, which turns into form and condenses into essence. Do you want the most basic concept of science?!

First, can there be gas in the body? Even if it is some kind of energy material, how rich it would be if it condensed into substance. How do you control it into a long strip? If Yan Changsen had this ability, he would have trained people on the assembly line.

Zheng rengen didn't think about many questions. He directly began to differentiate and take out his best weapon to examine the situation of Yan Changsen's little martial uncle from another angle.

"Boss, do you look like vertebral hyperplasia?" Su Yun asked.

"No." Zheng Rendao, "I've read a report that caudal vertebra is congenital hyperplasia, under the skin..."

"Boss Zheng, uncle Shi didn't have this thing when he was a child." Yan Changshen immediately stopped Zheng Ren's conjecture.

Although he didn't like Zheng Ren's statement, his expression didn't change and he was still polite.

"That's not a congenital disease." Zheng Ren didn't insist on making a position first. He continued to differentiate.

"Retroperitoneal hematoma?"

"Intercellular calcification?"

"Subcutaneous dysplasia?"

Zheng Renhe and Su Yun made a lot of assumptions, but every time they put forward one, they will deny it by themselves. The bulge in the photo to break out looks quite strange.