Chapter 1847: 1783 Knocked Down at First Sight (Monthly Ticket 11500 Bonus Chapter ×23)

Doctor Zheng, we have an appointment. A person said in stiff Chinese.

Boss, they're here. Su Yun turned to look at Zheng Ren, "Should I let them up?"

I didn't expect them to come to the house. Zheng Ren hesitated, then said, "Come up."

As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the kitchen door, and said to Xie Yiren and Chang Yue, "A patient with porphyria might come to sit at our house for a while."

Sure. Xie Yiren was busy; she seemed not to have considered the meaning behind Zheng Ren's words at all.

Is it the kind of patient with sharp teeth, blisters and scars on the face? I've never seen one; seeing one would deepen the impression best. Chang Yue helped out, answering casually.

Zheng Ren didn't expect them to think that way; medical students girls are just different, their guts are huge.

Just a reminder; as long as they aren't scared, Zheng Ren doesn't worry about these people doing anything outrageous domestically.

I don't know how many national security agents are watching them.

Su Yun's side already opened the door; Zheng Ren stood at the doorway and asked, "Where are they from?"

I feel the ending of their speech sounds Germanic, possibly Dutch. Su Yun asked, "Do you speak it?"

A little.

Su Yun shrugged, truly not knowing when his boss learned so many languages.

Could this also be a talent?

Maybe.

The elevator chimed, and several people walked out.

Doctor Zheng, hello. The person in front, wearing a suit, with neatly groomed blond hair, greeted him.

He looks Germanic.

Zheng Ren smiled, looking at the person behind him in black clothes with a hood, feeling fully wary.

Hello. Zheng Ren extended his hand, pretending to know him.

We just communicated a few days ago—— As he said that, the kitchen made a "sizzle" sound, and a strong garlic aroma wafted out.

The two foreigners at the door turned pale, instinctively using their bodies to shield the person behind them.

Damn... The person completely covered in black clothing, face hidden, cursed.

It was Dutch; Zheng Ren heard it clearly.

Could it be that vampires fear garlic…… No, porphyria patients also fear the sulfur-containing organic compounds in garlic— S-allyl cysteine sulfoxide and allicin, y‑glutamylcysteine.

I forgot about the garlic fish; my mind was full of……

The garlic smell drifted; in an instant, the black‑clad person behind the two men in suits began coughing violently, clutching his stomach.

Zheng Ren rushed out, made a small move, dodged the two suit‑men's block, assisted the black‑clad man, and said in Dutch with a Rotterdam accent, "Relax, we'll leave right away."

Su Yun stared for a moment, then rushed out too, holding the elevator button before anyone could take it.

Zheng Ren helped the black‑clad person into the elevator, saw two more black‑clad individuals follow, and said in a low voice, "Is there oxygen in the vehicle?"

There's blood, transfusion…… The black‑clad man said, then his body kept spasming, and he clutched his stomach while coughing violently.

He suffered greatly, coughing while holding his stomach, like someone who wants to have diarrhea but is coughing instead. That frustration, that helplessness, spread like the smell of garlic fish.

Su Yun looked at the black‑clad person, finding it somewhat absurdly funny. They met without saying a word—are they just going to faint outright?

This doesn't match his flamboyant entrance that comes with its own background music.

The coughing grew more violent; the black‑clad person covered his stomach, opened his mouth wide, and struggled to breathe.

And his system panel glowed red, showing many diagnoses, the most striking being acute intermittent porphyria.

There was another diagnosis; the system displayed it in some strange script that Zheng Ren couldn't read.

Zheng Ren froze, wondering what that meant.

Su Yun, call 120! Zheng Ren said.

Doctor Zheng, no. An attendant immediately said, "The vehicle has whole blood; for an acute attack, transfusion is the best option."

Zheng Ren didn't expect they actually had whole blood on hand.

This stuff—except when donating at a blood center, Zheng Ren himself hadn't seen it in years.

Normally, the standard treatment for acute intermittent porphyria is intravenous glucose and heme.

But this person actually gave whole blood directly; Zheng Ren pressed the black‑clad man, feeling amazed—really damn luxurious!

The joy of the rich is truly beyond comprehension.

Su Yun stood in the elevator, feeling no fondness for this sneaky, hood‑clad person; he seemed cold‑blooded like a snake, ready to strike and bite at any moment.

The black‑clad person struggled hard, limbs stiff, breathing rapid, white foam beginning to appear at the corners of his mouth.

To the hospital! Zheng Ren shouted, then felt the black‑clad person's neck.

Su Yun also ran over and felt it.

Checking whether he was dead or alive was one goal; mainly, both wanted to touch a living vampire……

Doctor Zheng, all the rescue equipment you need is on the vehicle. An attendant said.

The elevator doors opened; outside, a person was waiting for the elevator.

He was frightened by the scene inside the elevator, quickly hid in a corner, not knowing what had happened.

Several people clumsily lifted the black‑clad person onto the RV; an attendant quickly produced whole blood and established an intravenous line.

Boss, this speed is just like a veteran hospital nurse's. Su Yun said from the side.

I guess this is one of their required skills. Zheng Ren felt the situation had turned into a particularly absurd direction.

The black‑clad person, who should have appeared with a mighty aura, had acute intermittent porphyria triggered by the smell of garlic fish.

There's really nowhere to reason about this.

Zheng Ren carefully examined the black‑clad person; the black hood had fallen off, revealing a pale, blood‑less face. The scars on his face were fewer than Zheng Ren imagined, and he looked relatively clean.

But he bears no resemblance to the protagonist of Twilight at all.

Not handsome, not good-looking, just a bit odd.

His mouth was open, his gums shrunken, but his four canine teeth were longer than anyone Zheng Ren had ever seen.

Zheng Ren could be sure that if he now closed his mouth, the canines would surely protrude outside his lips.

It really is different from ordinary porphyria patients, but the diagnosis given by the system is still porphyria, and there is also a weird diagnosis that he himself cannot understand.

Perhaps this is the sign of congenital porphyria patients? Zheng Ren sized up the man in black, carefully noting the physical signs of porphyria patients.

It differs somewhat from what is recorded in the books; the patient's skin is pallid, but not the pallor of hemorrhagic shock. To say it is pallid is not accurate; it is grayish-white.

The skin on his fingers and hands also bore no myriad wounds, only a few scars, which did not look very serious.