Chapter 1004: 983 Cosplay of Freddy from A Nightmare on Elm Street

Zheng Ren arrived at the airport and waited quietly. When it was time to board, Su Yun finally showed up late, looking unhappy.

"Is the comic convention interesting?" Zheng Ren asked.

"You don't play ACG, so even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand." Su Yun said.

"Is there anything worth getting out of it?" Zheng Ren wondered.

"Have you read manga?"

"I've read some before." Zheng Ren tried to recall a bit, then said.

"Don't tell me you've watched Havoc in Heaven and the Calabash Brothers." Su Yun said coldly.

"I've watched Slam Dunk and Doraemon."

"Tch." Su Yun wore an expression of having nothing in common.

Feng Xu Hui wanted to chime in from the side but held back. The professor was busy reading the latest issue of New England Journal, paying no attention to the conversation between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

"You're not even taking part in the surgery; I suspect you're using public resources for private gain, just using this chance to attend the comic convention."

"Why doubt? If there were no comic convention, why travel all this way to Pengcheng? To bash Mu Tao with hemostatic forceps? In Pengxi Township I've already done that enough to feel sick." Su Yun said disdainfully. Speaking of using public resources for private gain, he remained upright and proper: "The comic convention is life's pleasure."

"What pleasure?"

"Well… for example, seeing a cross-dressing big shot in the restroom is interesting." Su Yun chuckled and said: "Today on stage there are six cross-dressers and one host; the host's legs are the thickest, the manliest."

"……" Zheng Ren felt helpless; this kind of thing truly belongs to a different world, a different dimension from him.

Recalling the time he met a cross-dresser in Hai Cheng, Su Yun seemed to have mentioned that he knows a few familiar cross-dressers in the capital.

"By the way, Avengers 4 is truly a blessing for otaku." Su Yun sighed, "Today I saw several cosplay otaku-style Thors, so similar, so similar!"

"Anything else?"

"Nothing." Su Yun sighed, "Nowadays domestic comic convention cosplays focus on exposure; nobody cosplays the characters they truly like."

"You wouldn't also be a cross-dressing big shot, would you?"

"No taste—if I played that way, what would be left for women?" Su Yun said disdainfully: "I once tried cosplaying Freddy from A Nightmare on Elm Street. Just making the metal claws, I contacted several film companies, but none satisfied me. In the end, I had to make them myself."

"How coincidental for the hand department—you even know blacksmith work," Zheng Ren remarked, "Being able to make Freddy's metal claws from A Nightmare on Elm Street alone is already impressive."

Since Zheng Ren doesn't play this, the two have little common ground; Su Yun kept talking but soon lost interest.

"By the way, the Zou family father and daughter really seem against my wishes. Arrogant and overbearing, I can't be bothered with them." Su Yun suddenly changed the topic, saying: "Regarding that side's diagnostic therapy, I mentioned it, but I don't know whether they'll actually do it."

"People like that have plenty of options; I guess they're arrogant enough to come looking for us." Zheng Ren smiled, "But the best way to confirm heart ion channel disease is diagnostic therapy."

"Are you really sure it's not gu poison? I don't want worms to come out on the needle tip when doing radiofrequency ablation."

"Don't be superstitious." Zheng Ren said, "Even if gu poison truly exists, it can't break spatial limits. Putting worms directly into the human body is hyper-dimensional technology; if you have that capability, why bother with worms? Do you need such a strong taste? Or maybe so-called gu poison is just a parasitic worm disease—perhaps something like liver fluke disease. In the end, through rumor it became mystical."

"Perhaps the worms are just a medium, possibly containing some special energy substance."

"Even if they exist, human activity alone wouldn't cause worms to explode in reproduction or cause a disease like the Zou family's timed bomb. If that were the case, the old saying still holds: only hyper-dimensional technology could achieve it."

The two chatted about unrelated things for a bit, then began boarding.

Mu Tao had still booked business class; this time Feng Xu Hui also got a business seat. Su Yun even collected the airplane tickets and gave them to Feng Xu Hui, supposedly so that after returning Feng Xu Hui could get reimbursed by Longwind Micro-creation.

Tens of thousands of yuan just came in hand, seeming rather easy. Feng Xu Hui declined, but Su Yun ignored him.

The time on the plane was still relaxed, after all the chance of encountering a case like Cui Heming's is tiny; someone might spend a lifetime flying and never see one.

Zheng Ren pretended to sleep, then entered the System Library to read.

Time flew by; returning to Capital International Airport, he got in Xie Yiren's car, and only then did Zheng Ren feel at ease.

He recounted his Pengcheng experience to Xiao Yi Ren in detail; when he mentioned gu poison, Xiao Yi Ren was astonished.

Being able to encounter such a movie‑only scene also counts as not having made the trip in vain.

After a day of running around, the two weekend days were spent busy; a few people simply grabbed a bite and then went to rest.

Returning to the residence, while washing up, Zheng Ren heard Su Yun calling him.

"What's up?" Zheng Ren walked out of the bathroom with his toothbrush, buzzing.

"Mayo Clinic replied and asked if you could go for the surgery." Su Yun was noticeably a little excited, saying.

"Surgery……" Zheng Ren recalled the task summoned from afar; it had only been three or four days, and if he finished the task early he would gain a lot of surgical training time.

"Interested? It's just placing two stents." Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren rinsed the toothpaste foam from his mouth, washed his face, and said: "Don't reply yet; I'll think it over."

"How come? Because that surgery failed?" Su Yun had obviously noticed this, though he didn't know when it started, he had developed a strange confidence in Zheng Ren.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said, "Mayo Clinic's interventional level is very high; I'd estimate it's not much weaker than me, maybe just a bit. Their surgery failed, so there must be something unusual."

Su Yun was choked by Zheng Ren's words, taking a while to recover. This tone of full confidence and Zheng Ren's honest, simple image could never perfectly blend.

"Here is the surgery process and video recording; take a look." Su Yun pulled out the surgical documents from the email, then washed up early and went to sleep.

After the long journey, although he only attended one comic convention, Su Yun also felt a bit tired.

Zheng Ren, meanwhile, returned to his room with a notebook and carefully went through Mayo Clinic's doctor's surgical procedure.

The surgery looked perfect—at least from the images it appeared so.

The stents were placed just right; you could tell the doctor performing the surgery was no novice but a true professional.

According to Zheng Ren's understanding, the surgery should have been successful.

However, the postoperative record showed that after the surgery the patient's blood pressure rose irreversibly, and no medication could control it.

In the end there was no choice but to remove the stents, which alleviated the irreversible blood pressure increase.

Such malignant hypertension, where drug therapy fails, rarely occurs.

It appears to be a rare condition caused by radiofrequency ablation triggering an unpredictable change in the sympathetic nervous system.

So…… Zheng Ren hesitated a moment, then decided to give the System Operating Room a try.