Chapter 1088: with translation of chapter title

A flash of light, Zheng Ren felt the space before his eyes begin to twist, countless stars streaking past beside him, as if he were in outer space, vast and boundless.

What the hell is this? Zheng Ren felt a bit fearful, but after looking around he found he was in no danger.

What he saw was only an illusion, yet everything was extraordinarily lifelike. Zheng Ren suddenly wondered when technology could produce such a simulation, perhaps online games would truly become part of life.

If that were the case, many people could live in a virtual world. By then, what is virtual and what is real would be hard to say.

But what exactly does the passive skill of the True Eye mean?

The starry illusion quickly turned to nothing; upon reaching its end, countless images appeared before Zheng Ren's eyes.

It resembled the legendary life‑flashing‑before‑your‑eyes of a dying person, and also like ancient cave paintings in some caverns, illusory and bizarre.

Zheng Ren's body seemed to turn into nothingness; from the void he looked down, time and space tangled and intertwined, turning into a torrent that rolled away.

In the images, Zheng Ren saw countless things.

Someone was performing a surgery, a percutaneous radiofrequency ablation to remove the sympathetic nerves of the renal artery.

Taking this as a node, countless branches split off thereafter.

Innumerable images appeared in Zheng Ren's mind, so clear. He became a spiritual entity and instantly accepted a massive amount of information.

The condition of the post‑operative experimental subject, like a surging sea, flooded into Zheng Ren's brain.

Zheng Ren accepted too much information; his vision suddenly went black and he fainted.

……

When he woke up, Su Yun blew a strand of black hair from her forehead and laughed, 'I thought you were an iron man, never getting tired.'

Zheng Ren felt a moment of dizziness and tentatively asked, 'We're there?'

'Yeah, we're here. You slept so soundly, didn't you notice?' Su Yun complained, 'Fugui'er's snoring is too loud; if we ever have a private plane again, I definitely won't share a bed with him.'

Zheng Ren broke into a sweat; as soon as he sat up on the bed, another wave of dizziness hit him, like a sudden change in posture raising his blood pressure and causing light‑headedness.

He gave a wry smile; the reason the passive skill is said to need charging is probably because it takes his physical condition into account. Just say rest—what's with all this charging nonsense about the Big Pig Trotter?

Putting on airs.

Seeing Zheng Ren really feeling unwell, Su Yun was also surprised. This guy in Rongcheng hardly slept for seven days and nights, yet never looked like he was on death's door. How come after a trip to the Mayo Clinic he turned into this sorry state?

But for once he didn't mock Zheng Ren, nor did he leave; instead he quietly waited for Zheng Ren to stand up. Seeing Zheng Ren's steps unsteady but his consciousness and actions fine, Su Yun relaxed and they went out together.

'Doctor Zheng, you feeling unwell?' Zou Jia Hua saw Zheng Ren walk out, his complexion somewhat grim, and asked.

Zheng Ren nodded, thinking he wouldn't have to feel like this for a whole month, would he? If so, this passive skill would be nothing but trash.

He had not yet recalled the countless images seen with the True Eye.

Having paid a huge price, he had only seen a rough outline; the specifics would need to be analyzed bit by bit later. After recalling the massive images, Zheng Ren felt that if he were to analyze anything, it might take months to accomplish.

Zheng Ren merely gave a slight nod, then immediately drifted off.

Zou Jia Hua felt nothing special either; after getting along for a while, he knew Zheng Ren was just a typical tech nerd.

All his energy went into medicine; his skill is indeed high, but he's also quite dull. He couldn't be like that handsome assistant, deliberately provoking himself.

'Probably just jet lag,' Zou Jia Hua said. 'Doctor Zheng, don't rush to the hospital this time; rest well at the hotel—your health comes first.'

Professor Rudolf Wagner nodded repeatedly, saying, 'Boss, I'll go to the hospital to check the situation; you rest for a day, and if it's not enough keep resting—no rush.'

Zheng Ren had something on his mind, so he agreed.

Outside, a car came to pick up the professor; Feng Xu Hui and Hu Yan Hui followed him to handle matters before and after the surgery. Supplies and live streaming all required a lot of work.

Zheng Renze and Zou Jia Hua together arrived at a hotel whose exterior resembled a castle.

Zou Zhi introduced the hotel to Zheng Renze, saying it was basically a building from several centuries ago, with some interesting anecdotes.

Zheng Renze didn't care about it at all, and feeling unwell he simply ignored it. Upon reaching the room, he quickly washed up, sent a message to Xiao Yi Ren to report he was safe, then lay down and began to recall the massive information.

The information seen with the True Eye was enormous; he didn't know whether it was a simulation or actual time‑space travel. Zheng Ren felt it was the system's black technology, and with his own wisdom he could absolutely not comprehend its principles.

His focus remained on the future prospects of percutaneous renal sympathetic denervation.

Without wasting surgical training time, he sought possibilities bit by bit; Zheng Renze gave the True Eye a considerable appraisal—it is a divine skill.

Although his bodily energy was almost drained, he indeed needed this.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have died outright or gone mad.

Zheng Ren lay quietly on the bed, feigning sleep; after a long time he reached a conclusion—renal sympathetic denervation, the outlook is not optimistic.

It can only treat certain types of hypertension and will absolutely not be effective for all high blood pressure.

In his mind he kept trying and failing; Zheng Ren saw only a tiny number of possible successes. Moreover, this success was not success in the conventional sense, and afterward there were many branches, perhaps leading to failure.

But the memories afterward were completely missing; Zheng Ren knew it was because he couldn't accept such a massive amount of information, which caused this situation.

He sighed, Zheng Ren stopped thinking about hypertension issues. Doing basic research is truly not easy; too many experiments could fail.

It might sound simple—just fail and that's it. But the lengthy trial‑and‑error process can crush the youth and lives of many people.

Often it comes down to luck—is the skill tree of the present world really the best choice? Is it correct? Zheng Ren doesn't think so; he believes the world's skill tree has most likely gone awry.

Forget it, I don't want to think so much; I'll just rest well and prepare for tomorrow's TIPS surgery.

Just as he was about to sleep, his phone suddenly rang.

Zheng Ren felt it strange and a bit annoyed; he was already exhausted—who was this, disturbing him?

He picked up the phone, saw it was Su Yun, hesitated a moment, then answered cautiously.

Su Yun may seem careless, but he actually knows what's going on. He knows he's feeling unwell, and if it weren't something important he definitely wouldn't disturb his rest.

'What's going on?' Zheng Ren asked directly.