Chapter 1463: 1416 Darin Machine Gun

"The pancreatic nourishing blood vessel of Old Master Qin had a segment where, at a rough turn, an arterial plaque appeared, causing turbulent blood flow in that segment." Zheng Ren explained.

Qin Tang still looked bewildered.

The old butler stopped in his tracks and whispered something to the person behind him.

"I suspect that, due to hemodynamic reasons, at some moment the blood flow supply accelerated, causing the pancreas to secrete excessive insulin." Zheng Ren said: "Or perhaps the blood flow itself has been consistently high because of arterial narrowing supply, making insulin secretion abnormal."

"..." Qin Tang astonished, immediately interrupted Zheng Ren's words: "Zheng Lao Ban, narrowed blood vessels shouldn't mean reduced blood supply?"

"In the long run it should be like that, but in the short term, it's like a narrowed river channel where water speed increases... This is a complex hemodynamic phenomenon; I won't explain further, otherwise if you understood, Old Master Qin would be beyond help."

Qin Tang was speechless.

"The pancreas's islets secrete large amounts of insulin, which passes through the blood-brain barrier, producing melatonin deposition that leads to Old Master Qin's initial drowsiness. As melatonin deposition increases, changes begin to appear in the nervous system, including recalling events from long ago in 'dreams'."

"But massive insulin secretion, combined with intense exercise, immediately causes hypoglycemia. The doctors at Harmony Nurture failed to notice the underlying condition, merely administering intravenous glucose; with sufficient sugar reserves, this promotes massive breakdown of sugar, forming even more melatonin."

"Light therapy makes melatonin more active."

"Thus, Old Master Qin's condition grew worse and worse."

"Immediately contact Dr. Olsson of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences; he has the relevant physical model on his side, hoping to obtain a correct conclusion."

"Su Yun, have the films been sent over?" Zheng Ren suddenly thought of this matter.

"By the time you remember, at least ten minutes will be wasted." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"Doctor Zheng, I don't quite understand what you're saying. If possible, what medicine can cure my grandfather's illness?"

Zheng Ren smiled and said: "If possible, a small operation will have him better soon."

"Surgery?"

"Yeah, surgery." Zheng Ren said: "Interventional surgery, right, ask the doctors at Harmony Nurture..."

"Boss, I don't want to deal with them; they're too arrogant." Su Yun's black hair fluttered in front of her forehead.

"Mr. Qin, ask Harmony Nurture what model the finest arterial stent is; if not available, a custom one will be needed." Zheng Ren said.

"That said, the System Operating Room just now had the relevant equipment and supplies; Zheng Ren had a clear idea."

"The female assistant behind Qin Tang, wearing a form-fitting short skirt, noted Zheng Ren's request and immediately began contacting."

"Will a small operation really cure him?" Qin Tang still couldn't believe it.

"Probably, but we need to see the results of the physical experiment. I think only with this speculation can we not perform surgery on your grandfather." Zheng Ren said.

Qin Tang also had nothing more to ask, and he fell silent.

Although Zheng Ren's words were exactly what he wanted to hear, it was like a beautiful dream, and he especially feared that the dream would shatter like a soap bubble.

Zheng Lao Ban came to Xianggang, went to Harmony Nurture, took a glance, stumbled a bit, looked at the films for a while, and then made a diagnosis.

This process truly makes it hard to accept.

It's somewhat hasty in its simplicity.

Compared to experts worldwide, Zheng Lao Ban really seems like a junior doctor at a public hospital.

Not professional at all.

In silence, they came to the meeting room, where relevant personnel were hurriedly preparing equipment and conducting debugging.

A few minutes later, at the agreed time, the signal to Sweden connected, and the screen lit up.

Doctor Olsson wore home clothes and sat at the dining table.

"..." Zheng Ren had thought he'd be in a lab, wearing a white coat, the standard face of a research dog.

Although it's a lead dog, it's still a dog.

A mop of hair stood up as if reacting to static; Doctor Olsson looked somewhat excited.

"Zheng, I'm glad you've got results again so quickly." Doctor Olsson said.

"Doctor, it's not a harvest; I need your help." Zheng Ren said frankly.

"No matter what, the case you provided is quite typical. That plaque at the tortuous end of the blood vessel is practically prepared for the experiment." Doctor Olsson waved his arms, saying excitedly.

Qin Tang was very unhappy.

"Prepared for the experiment—what the hell kind of talk is this!"

"Doctor, please calm down." Zheng Ren, having spent seven days with Doctor Olsson, understood his mood swings.

He must have already sent the films to the on-duty experimental dog in the lab, and that side has already begun experimenting and gained some feedback.

"If it matches my expectation, I'll prepare for surgery on my side. The patient's condition is poor; he could die at any moment."

"Zheng, your attitude toward science is simply intolerable." Doctor Olsson muttered.

"How long?" Zheng Ren ignored Doctor Olsson's words and pressed on.

"I just wanted to see you, express my longing for not seeing you in days; the signal will immediately switch to the lab." Doctor Olsson laughed, saying: "Thanks to your efforts, Kaolinka's side has recently performed some surgeries, gathered much data, and the physical model has taken another big step forward."

"I said, how long?" Zheng Ren emphasized.

"Fifteen minutes, and we'll have hemodynamic evidence. Zheng, you expect to save one person; I expect to save everyone!" Doctor Olsson waved his hands, saying.

"Doctor Olsson, please calm down again." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Doctor Darin invented the Darin Machine Gun so as not to want to see wounded personnel suffer in pain; in the end, it became a murder weapon. I think this is something Doctor Darin himself never anticipated."

"No, he surely invented the Darin Machine Gun because he was annoyed by surgery and emergency rescues. Zheng, you're still so naive and kind." Doctor Olsson spoke bluntly.

Su Yun sighed; those who consider their boss naive and kind are truly naive themselves.

"Doctor Olsson, please switch the screen; please understand my nervousness as a doctor." Zheng Ren felt there was really nothing more to say to Doctor Olsson.

"Nervousness is bad for the body, although I often find myself in this state before experiments finish." Doctor Olsson said, then began operating the interface.

After a burst of distortion, the screen switched to the computer in the laboratory of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

Rows of incomprehensible characters appeared, and Zheng Ren's eyes glazed over.

Over seven days, he gained a preliminary understanding of the formulas and derivation process for turbulent flow physics.

Although not especially professional, a simple understanding is still achievable.

The data were so beautiful that in Zheng Ren's mind, he had already sketched out the three-bit structural images.

As I guessed, the blood flow generated an abnormal impact force, causing the pancreas to secrete insulin abnormally.

That's it!

Zheng Ren's mouth corner showed a slight arc.