Chapter 1848: 1784 Accidental Injury (Monthly Ticket 12000 Bonus ×24)

The finger joints weren't stiff, making both hands look like animal claws. Although there was some rigidity from the acute intermittent porphyria attack, it was absolutely not like that described in the journal articles.

Rather than saying he's a vampire, it's more accurate to say he's a patient.

His ears were a bit pointed, which was also normal. Blisters began to appear on the black‑clothed person's face, obvious and progressing at almost visible speed.

Wasn't he given a blood transfusion?

Could there be another change in his condition?

The black‑clothed person's system panel grew redder, the progress not fast, yet after receiving whole blood the condition did not rapidly improve toward a better direction.

His whole body muscles spasmed, he had a blister on his face… and there was actually a row of blisters on his neck.

The blisters rapidly swelled, their edges quickly turning black and necrotic.

It was like watching a documentary and hitting fast‑forward; the whole course of the disease's onset, development, and worsening was clear at a glance.

"Boss, what's going on?" Su Yun stared in shock at the black‑clothed person's changes and asked, somewhat astonished.

Zheng Ren shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

It's a very strange condition; logically a blood transfusion should bring quick improvement, yet it's as if the porphyria patient had been thrown out under the sun—or at a high‑altitude place with strong UV—and been baked.

If this continues, someone will really die.

Out of habit, wanting to heal and save, Zheng Ren began to worry. He quickly recalled various situations from his memory, searching the knowledge from books and literature for any possibilities.

But the black‑clothed person's bodily changes were extremely rapid; his condition had already shown a completely irreversible alteration.

Although he was just a stranger, moreover a foreigner, and possibly the infamous vampire of legend, Zheng Ren still entered the system space without hesitation and selected to purchase surgical training time.

Entering the system operating room, the operating table was empty.

The black‑clothed person didn't appear here; Zheng Ren felt a bit disappointed. His illness couldn't be treated by surgery, which was also expected.

What Zheng Ren wanted was a pause in time, so he could figure out exactly what was wrong with the black‑clothed person.

Porphyria is a type of blood disease. It has many subtypes, but all porphyrias share a common pathological mechanism: a defect in heme synthesis.

Heme synthesis consists of eight biochemical steps; if any step goes wrong, heme synthesis will be blocked.

At the same time, the intermediate product—porphyrin substances—accumulates to a higher concentration.

When these porphyrin substances are exposed to sunlight, especially ultraviolet light, they are activated into corrosive toxins that destroy surrounding tissue.

But now it's night, we're still in the RV, the curtains drawn tight. The black‑clothed person's RV shouldn't have any ultraviolet light present—unless someone deliberately wanted to kill him.

Logically, after a blood transfusion a porphyria patient's condition should ease, even temporarily recover completely.

But why does his condition keep progressing without improvement?

Zheng Ren fell into thought.

Soon, Zheng Ren noticed something suspicious.

One can't say it's a total deterioration; the blister on the black‑clothed person's face is progressing slowly, while the elongated blisters on his neck are changing quickly and already show signs of necrosis.

What's the reason for this?

After racking his memory, a few minutes later Zheng Ren seemed to recall something; he reenacted the previous scene.

Indeed, just as he had imagined, Zheng Ren realized he had made a move—habitually reaching out with his hand to touch the patient's carotid artery.

The spot where the blisters formed and necrosed matched the shape of the front segment of his fingers.

As for why, Zheng Ren felt helpless.

Chang Yue called for him and Su Yun to peel garlic, getting garlic juice on their hands!

When crushed garlic is steam‑distilled, allicin mainly turns into diallyl disulfide and diallyl trisulfide. When crushed garlic is soaked in vegetable oil or organic solvent, the extracted main compounds are vinyl dithiabenzenes and ajoene.

For a normal person—at least for me—garlic has little effect, but on the black‑clothed person it becomes a deadly poison, even something that can seal the throat on sight of blood.

Zheng Ren realized he was the one who would kill him, and there wasn't much he could do to treat it.

This conclusion Zheng Ren found utterly absurd!

But this is the fact; he stood dazed in the system operating room for a few minutes, then finally sighed.

I hope that black‑clothed person can fend for himself.

A porphyria patient goes to someone else's house and doesn't even ask if there's garlic… Zheng Ren began to make excuses for himself.

However, he's overly sensitive to garlic; ordinary porphyria patients aren't that sensitive—just smelling the volatilized diallyl disulfide triggers an attack.

It looks like this is yet another difference.

The mission hadn't even started and it already failed outright; Zheng Ren felt this mission was a total failure.

He came out of the system operating room and saw the black‑clothed person's attendant increase the transfusion speed; another attendant walked over, looking aggressive.

Su Yun drew his right foot back slightly, pressing against the ground, ready to explode at any moment. But the two of them had just come down and were still wearing slippers.

Combat power plummeted by 31.2%.

"Gentlemen, please step aside for a moment; His Excellency Ke Li is about to administer emergency treatment." The attendant didn't lay a hand on them, but his tone was far from polite.

Zheng Ren pulled Su Yun away quickly; the RV's door slammed shut with a bang, in a hurry.

"Boss, I thought we were going to fight," Su Yun said.

"Domestically, they wouldn't dare move against us." Zheng Ren mused while walking home.

"Hey, want to check out the excitement?" Su Yun shouted.

"Go home, hurry up." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Su Yun felt it strange—how could his own boss be so panicked, like a stray dog?

Upon entering the elevator, Su Yun finally whispered, "What's wrong?"

The voice was very low; even Zheng Ren had to strain to hear it clearly.

"Nothing much, we both have garlic juice on our hands; just now in the ER rescue we worsened that guy's condition." Zheng Ren said helplessly.

"……" Su Yun's expression was priceless, like a grand drama.

Three seconds later, he struggled not to laugh and blew out a breath.

The black hair in front of the forehead floated and floated.

「If he died domestically, we'd be adding trouble to the country? 」 Su Yun voiced Zheng Ren's most Worry matter.

「Ah. 」 Zheng Ren let out a long sigh.

「It's fine, others can still 120 Emergency. 」 Su Yun laughed, 「You're coming home, preparing to wash your hands, get rid of evidence? 」

「It's to prevent the patient from being poisoned again through contact. 」 Zheng Ren said.

「Hmm, your Dutch is not bad; translated, it's just now you secretly touched someone else's girlfriend's butt, so hurry up and run away, don't leave evidence. 」 Su Yun finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

What time is it now, and you're still so unserious.

Zheng Ren was also helpless.