Chapter 1643: 1588 The Tech Tree Went Awry (Alliance Leader Chashan Yinkè Extra Chapter 3)

After several hours, we finally boarded the plane at Capital International Airport.

Similar to the Zou family's plane, Lao He came aboard and looked around, feeling emotional.

Although it was a night flight, the stimulation of new things left him completely sleepless.

This point, the old squad leader Zhu Fengyu and Fan Tian Shui were used to it; they didn't go to a room, just found a spot and took turns sleeping.

Zheng Ren felt that when they slept, their ears were pricked up; he guessed that at the slightest rustle, the awake person nearby could instantly enter combat mode without being called.

"Yun Ge'er, you say your and Zheng Lao Ban's status rose too fast, huh?" Lao He curiously looked around the chartered plane and whispered to Su Yun.

"Pretty normal." Su Yun said: "They look courteous, but actually they have plenty of ulterior motives."

"Huh?"

"The practical application of medicine is a huge profit. From now on, the boss's side will at least count as an upstart. 5G technology is a brand‑new industrial revolution; getting a share can keep an ordinary small family prosperous for a century." Su Yun said: "Let's wait and see; who knows what the future holds."

Lao He didn't understand 5G or the future; he was only interested in clinging to Zheng Lao Ban's thigh.

For that previous box of colorful "consultation fees," Zheng Lao Ban didn't even blink before handing it to Fan Tian Shui.

I also don't know how much consultation fee I'll earn this trip to Nanyang.

I estimate it's more than what you'd earn in a year bending over at 912. From now on, I won't say more—each year I go out with Zheng Lao Ban and I'll have everything.

Waiting for tower instructions, the plane rose smoothly.

After one hour, Wang Nan received a call. After chatting a bit with that side, his face looked somewhat grim.

"Doctor Su, is Zheng Lao Ban resting?" Wang Nan approached Su Yun and asked politely.

"Mm, don't disturb him." Su Yun said: "Before seeing a patient, one must nurture essence and energy. What's the matter?"

"Uh…" Wang Nan hesitated a moment, then spoke frankly: "Master Chu Nuo Ang Sai's spell failed; he vomited blood and is being resuscitated."

"…" Su Yun froze.

In his imagination, those who drive poison insects were formerly the people of Miao frontier; later dynasties cracked down on them, treating them as heretical, so there's little inheritance domestically, but they flourished instead in Nanyang.

The elderly Mr. Wang's oil lamp is exhausted; perhaps some heretical way could seize his yang lifespan to prolong his life? This is Su Yun's thought.

But he had read several ancient medical texts, which all said that doing this would bring severe backlash.

No matter what, a poison‑insect master at best can't treat illness well; making himself cough up blood? What the hell is this!

Wang Nan gave a bitter smile.

"Master Chu Nuo Ang Sai has his own difficulties, it's said their sect's inheritance requires feeding a poison insect with heart's hot blood, giving it boundless power." Wang Nan said: "But it can only be raised for twenty years; when the time comes, the next sect leader must take over and feed it with his heart's blood."

How strange, Su Yun didn't speak, his body felt a faint chill.

Since ancient times, raising poison insects has leaned toward sorcery. Although I know what Wang Nan said might be a rumor, hearing it always makes one feel uncomfortable.

"Vomiting blood—has he been resuscitated, or are they treating him with poison insects?" Su Yun asked.

Seeing Su Yun curious, Wang Nan sat on a nearby chair: "He's at the National Hospital, so they sent him straight for resuscitation. Supposedly the master diagnosed him with liver cirrhosis, portal hypertension with massive ascites."

"…" Su Yun stared for a moment.

"Zheng Lao Ban and your research is this year's Nobel Prize‑nominated project, namely the treatment of portal hypertension, right?" Wang Nan asked.

Su Yun nodded; this vibe is nothing like what I imagined.

According to normal speculation, feeding a poison insect with fresh heart's blood, once mature it bursts out of the body… a bit like an alien.

No way would portal hypertension appear.

Su Yun's forehead black hair fluttered; he instantly thought it might be a poison insect similar to liver fluke, blocking the liver's blood vessels, just like cirrhosis.

Long ago, schistosomiasis was prevalent; that liver condition resembles cirrhosis.

Hmm, this speculation is still fairly reasonable.

"Doctor Su, the junior fellow of Master Chu Nuo Ang Sai also looked up materials and said it's Zheng Lao Ban…"

Su Yun lifted his head and stared at Wang Nan.

Wang Nan shrugged with a bitter smile: "It's really not intentional; the vomiting blood just happened."

Su Yun wore a face of disbelief.

It's too coincidental, rather appearing somewhat suspicious.

"Originally, at this time Master Chu Nuo Ang Sai should have been sent back to the sect, waiting for the poison insect to burst out so the next generation could inherit. But supposedly something went wrong, and for now he can't even see his ancestors."

"No interest." Su Yun waved his hand and said: "Going to see the doctor is just to have a look at your grandfather. If his oil lamp is exhausted, we'll come back right away. If we can treat him… anyway, it has nothing to do with Master Chu Nuo Ang Sai."

"All right, I'll reply that way." Wang Nan didn't insist, accepting Su Yun's explanation.

Su Yun stubbornly suppressed his inner curiosity and didn't press Wang Nan for Master Chu Nuo Ang Sai's examination report.

"Do not speak of strange forces and chaos"—the less contact with such things, the better.

In the boss's words, it's called—respect and keep away.

All the way silent, we soon arrived at the destination, where an imposing luxurious motorcade already waited at the airport.

After getting off the plane, we didn't need to walk an extra step; we went straight into the car.

Zheng Ren rested well; although he'd slept less than five hours, Xiao Yi Ren leaned into his embrace for the first time, making him feel completely refreshed.

"Boss, the poison‑insect master they hired suddenly vomited blood profusely. The doctors at the National Hospital diagnosed portal hypertension, so I refused the surgery." Upon getting in the car, Su Yun first told Zheng Ren about this.

"Oh." Zheng Ren just uttered an "oh," saying nothing more.

"What do you mean by just an 'oh'?" Su Yun asked unhappily: "I'm telling you, with poison insects and such, if you can avoid them, do so."

"I know, poison toxins are all hocus‑pocus, not the same tech tree as the modern Western medicine we study." Zheng Ren said casually.

"Mm, I think the same. Surely the ancient Miao frontier people skewed the tech tree." Su Yun said: "But back then, the hundred‑thousand‑great‑mountains were damp and warm, perfect for all kinds of bugs to thrive."

"Vomiting blood, portal hypertension—are the people at the National Hospital really considering that?" Zheng Ren asked, "That's really strange."

"Saying no with the mouth but the body is still honest. Hurry up and check whether Mr. Wang was poisoned; I've thought of a few rare toxins, chronic, that make death especially agonizing." Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with contempt.

"Just go to the hospital and you'll know; thinking more now is pointless." Zheng Ren said.