Chapter 1460: then translation of title

You just follow and learn; some things are very idealistic. If you think it's yes, then bet big. If you think it's no, then just go with it." Su Yun said: "Doing business, it's all about vision. If you can truly see three days ahead, the whole Xianggang is yours."

Zou Yu smiled, looking at Zheng Ren's honest yet unfathomable expression, and many things came to mind.

"Boss, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement." Su Yun said.

"There are still matters at home..." Zheng Ren weakly defended.

Saying it's okay to others, now Su Yun has almost taken on arranging half of the administrative work; whether he himself has matters, he knows full well.

"Life, you can't live like that." Su Yun laughed: "You say when you're looking at the stars, you think about going to work. For the whole universe… no, for the whole Earth, for all humanity, you are insignificant. Do you think you're indispensable to 912?"

"At least for some patients, I am indispensable." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly: "For example, the old monitor, for example, Qin Lu."

Su Yun's eyes narrowed.

This guy finally spoke the truth! Qin Lu's illness can be cured!

Seeing Su Yun's expression, Zheng Ren didn't really care what he had thought of.

Just now on the plane, Qin Tang said the feng shui and fortune-telling master said Qin Old Master would turn danger into safety, so this time there's nothing wrong.

Su Yun didn't take it seriously, but comparing with the system quest, he felt this might actually be reliable.

Feng shui and fortune-telling geomancers, they do have their own real skills.

Relying solely on deceit, you can fool someone for a while, but not for a lifetime.

Something passed down for thousands of years, if it lacks some internal logic, it simply won't work.

Although I can't explain it myself, comparing with the system quest shows that Qin Lu's illness is likely curable.

But how exactly to treat Alzheimer's disease, Zheng Ren has no idea.

After repeated reflection, Qin Lu has many age-related diseases. But because he's well-maintained, none are severe enough to cause cardiac arrest.

If he doesn't understand, he just doesn't think about it; Zheng Ren is quite open-minded in this regard.

He closed his eyes to rest, and after a while the car stopped.

"Boss Zheng, this way please." Zou Yu said softly.

Zheng Ren opened his eyes and followed Zou Yu out of the car.

An old man with a stooped back stood at the gate of Harmony Nurture Hospital to greet Zheng Ren.

"This is my grandfather's steward Qin Shan; we grew up together, and he can decide on our family's current affairs." Qin Tang quietly introduced him to Zheng Ren.

"Greeting." Zheng Ren smiled and greeted.

"Boss Zheng, you've worked hard." The old steward was very fatigued, but he summoned his spirits and praised: "I didn't expect you to be really young, younger than the data. Since ancient times, heroes emerge from youth; the ancients never deceived me."

Zheng Ren remained silent, the atmosphere awkward.

Of course, this guy feels no embarrassment; he wears his usual fake smile, and no one knows what he's thinking.

"Please come inside." The old steward, having met countless people, hides his emotions extremely well.

He slightly bowed, leading Zheng Ren all the way to the outside of Qin Lu's ward.

Zheng Ren entered the ward, glanced at Qin Lu lying on the bed, and his steps halted.

On the system panel, there is absolutely no diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease!

There are plenty of diagnoses, but none are severe enough to be fatal, and they have nothing to do with narcolepsy or hallucinations.

Zheng Ren was dumbfounded.

Has the Big Pig Trotter broken? Or is it playing with me?

He silently looked at Qin Lu, while Su Yun scanned the surroundings, checking various instrument readings.

Qin Lu's vital signs are not optimistic, blood pressure low, oxygen saturation only 93%. This is only maintainable under continuous low-flow oxygen.

Zheng Ren frowned tightly, his face solemn.

Su Yun sensed his abnormality, glanced sideways, and whispered: "Boss?"

"Come on, let's first look at the records." Zheng Ren said, then turned and walked out of the ward.

"The old master is sleeping; let's not disturb him, I'll take a look at the relevant records." Zheng Ren said.

The on-duty doctor, in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, refined and cultured. He didn't move, unaware of Zheng Ren's background.

"This is Boss Zheng of Di Du 912; give him the medical records to look at." The old steward said lightly.

The on-duty doctor felt some disdain, a natural contempt that doctors from top private hospitals have toward those from public hospitals.

Only junior doctors work in public hospitals; having him see a patient is like asking a blind person for directions.

Thick medical records were piled before Zheng Ren; the on-duty doctor didn't summarize the medical history or treatment process, just spoke coldly from the records.

Zheng Ren didn't feel slighted either; he sat down and, in chronological order, slowly went through the medical records.

These are all printed reports; the medical records are in the computer.

The way Harmony Nurture Hospital writes medical charts differs slightly from that of Di Du 912 and Hai Cheng. But that's no problem; Zheng Ren, with rich clinical experience, knows what to look for and what to ignore.

Su Yun also didn't have time to argue with a lowly on-duty doctor, even if he works at Harmony Nurture Hospital, even if he might be a PhD graduate from a prestigious overseas university.

When Qin Lu was admitted, his vital signs were still okay. His sleep time had already reached 20 hours.

Some related examinations, Zheng Ren also didn't see any major issues.

But the condition took a sharp turn for the worse after the Lichuan team administered light therapy.

Sleep time grew longer and longer, to the point of hardly any wakefulness. He woke only once or twice a day, each time lasting about 20 minutes.

Imaging data, full-body examinations, everything down to the smallest detail.

Zheng Ren looked at the admission head CT, his eyes narrowed to a slit.

While he was mentally doing a three-dimensional reconstruction, a weak sound came from the ward. Muffled, as if someone were speaking.

In just an instant, the speaking voice grew louder and louder.

"Impossible! How can an actor enter our Qin family's gate!"

Qin Lu's hand waved in midair, shouting. Knowing he was speaking in his "sleep dream," Zheng Ren still felt it was a bit too much.

It was simply too clear; this is the kind of situation that occurs only when there is some change in the brain or when abnormal bioelectrical signals are stimulated.

Qin Tang felt a bit embarrassed; whenever Grandfather spouted nonsense, he would always say things that were not normally fit to be told to outsiders.

"Get lost! If you want to marry her, then get out of the house!"

"I, Qin Lu, don't have such a worthless son!"

Qin Tang knew that this was referring to his third uncle.

Back then he fell in love with a popular female star, became pregnant, and after confirming it was a boy, he told his grandfather about it.

But the result was just like now—he was ruthlessly rejected.

Qin Tang had also heard a few details about this matter, most of which were his own speculation.

Upon hearing this, he could feel how resolute his grandfather had been back then.

Zheng Ren sprang up with a whoosh, turned and walked into the ward, standing at the bedside silently gazing at Qin Lu.