Chapter 1563: then translation of title

"This is not important!" Nuoyier said: "It's just a minor problem caused by poor rest; as soon as I reverse the jet lag, I'll be back to normal."

His expression while speaking was somewhat strange, his eyes flickering. He tried as much as possible to avoid eye contact with Zheng Ren, as if escaping something.

Zheng Ren felt that his communication with Nuoyier had an obvious obstacle.

It wasn't a language issue; his full linguistic proficiency left Zheng Ren with no worries in that regard. However, the difference in thinking patterns hindered Zheng Ren's diagnosis.

"Mr. Nuoyier, may I have a private talk with you?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

Nuoyier looked at Zheng Ren, his gaze somewhat wandering; he could feel that in the eyes of this Chinese big boy there seemed to be a kind of magic that saw through his secrets of many years.

"I will keep your secret, I'm just a little curious; please believe me." Zheng Ren approached Nuoyier, speaking in a voice only the two could hear, gently.

"No!" Nuoyier flew into a rage, waving his arms and throwing an object at the wall: "You damned devils……"

Just as he said that, Nuoyier suddenly bent over, hurriedly taking a few steps in a strange posture and began to vomit violently.

"Boss, is it a cerebral infarction?" Professor Rudolf asked.

"Yes, it just occurred, a very fresh cerebral infarction." Zheng Ren said: "Now is the best time for treatment."

"Please forgive him, Boss." Professor Rudolf said: "He was originally a fine person, but after going to Texas he became like this. Texas, Houston, that bunch of damned savage cowboys!"

Zheng Ren didn't understand why Professor Rudolf and Nuoyier had such a strong bias against Texas, as if these Germans were originally fine, but only after going to Texas did they fall ill and become the stubborn refusal-to-treat appearance they have now.

"I'll go persuade……"

"Fugui'er!" Zheng Ren's heart stirred, and he immediately said: "Mr. Nuoyier may have his own secret; this is privacy. Tell him, his condition cannot be delayed. Find a private room, the two of us will talk with him. I can keep all of Mr. Nuoyier's secrets."

Zheng Ren's expression was very firm; he didn't know whether Nuoyier would believe it, but anyway the few people nearby immediately believed.

Su Yun's mind flashed with thoughts of what substances he might have inhaled, or perhaps he had AIDS? But that couldn't be.

How strange; Zheng Ren this guy looks very serious and earnest. Judging purely from expression and behavioral psychology, it couldn't be just a cerebral infarction.

Cerebral infarction? Su Yun believes that for an occlusion within 24 hours, Zheng Ren can remove it.

The fire of gossip burned fiercely in his chest.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Su Yun asked softly from the side.

"It involves patient privacy, don't ask." Zheng Ren refused without hesitation.

"Tch!" Su Yun immediately turned hostile: "You think I can't figure it out?"

"Hmm, I thought you couldn't figure it out."

"……" Su Yun glared at Zheng Ren: "Don't go too far!"

"Su Yun, this really is personal privacy; go check the equipment, you're about to give a lecture to the students—don't let anything slip."

Zheng Ren said while watching Professor Rudolf go persuade engineer Nuoyier.

Although they were meeting fellow countrymen in a foreign land, Nuoyier was still persisting in something.

Su Yun felt contempt, very angry, turned away to debug the equipment, ignoring this side of things.

Professor Rudolf persuaded for a full 10 minutes; after three bouts of vomiting, Nuoyier's pants suddenly became wet……

Urinary incontinence, the condition progressed rapidly.

Zheng Ren could not force it either; he was simply especially curious, curious about that obscure diagnosis given by the system.

Originally Zheng Ren did not believe it.

But Nuoyier's strange behavior could no longer be described by his stubborn distrust of domestic medical standards.

After urinary incontinence, Nuoyier's speech became increasingly slurred.

He was still somewhat hesitant, but circumstances are stronger than the individual; some things cannot be forced.

Finally Nuoyier agreed with Professor Rudolf's suggestion, was helped over and came with Zheng Ren to another room.

Zheng Ren conducted the interview, and Mr. Nuoyier also briefly answered his questions.

According to Nuoyier's own account, he had had minor issues since childhood, but they did not affect his becoming an engineer.

He had a talent for engineering, able to complete delicate operations that many could not.

Life was very happy, of course, on the premise that beer was indispensable.

One day ago, Nuoyier took on his final task, preparing to earn a bit more money before retiring.

He came to Di Du, directing workers to install the equipment Su Yun needed.

Because this side required a tight schedule, they added money—a large sum—so after getting off the plane there was no time to adjust to the time zone before diving into the tense debugging.

For such work, Nuoyier was originally resistant.

But for this final job, there was also a huge overtime pay, so he agreed.

It might be because of his age, or perhaps other problems; after starting work, Nuoyier felt that his physical condition was off.

Thus, a cerebral infarction occurred.

Professor Rudolf was quite surprised; he hadn't heard anything abnormal from the medical history. But he also noticed Nuoyier's oddness, frowned and asked: "Boss, what the heck is this condition that Nuoyier has contracted?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and said: "Fugui'er, look outside to see if anyone is there."

Professor Rudolf was stunned.

Could it be a spy?!

"Boss, we're aiming for a Nobel Prize; we dare not do anything else." Professor Rudolf's voice trembled a bit.

This is the closest he has ever been to a Nobel Prize in his life; Boss, you must absolutely not show off, lest the Nobel Prize slip away at the end.

"It's nothing, just a little private matter of Mr. Nuoyier." Zheng Ren said, seeing Nuoyier look at him with suspicious anger.

"Rudolf, let's communicate in German." Zheng Ren felt somewhat helpless, but in order to dispel Nuoyier's distrust, we cannot speak Chinese.

"Good." Professor Rudolf said, then he opened the door, looked outside, and said: "Boss, no one is out there."

"Mr. Nuoyier, there is no one here except me and your fellow countryman." Zheng Ren said: "Moreover, Professor Rudolf is devoted to academic research, striving all the time to win the Nobel Prize. I think he has no interest in any of your personal privacy."

Nuoyier thought it over; the symptoms of his cerebral infarction were getting worse, but he was still hesitating whether to undergo treatment.

Professor Rudolf felt that something was definitely wrong; the usually talkative him fell silent.

"Mr. Nuoyier, do you believe Professor Rudolf?" Zheng Ren asked very seriously.

After a few seconds, Nuoyier nodded solemnly.

"When was your cerebellar deficiency discovered?" Zheng Ren's words were like a thunderclap, exploding directly above Nuoyier and Professor Rudolf Wagner's heads.

Thunder rumbled, deafening.

In an instant, Nuoyier's condition worsened.