Chapter 1879: with translation of chapter title

Back at the old castle, Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian vanished at once, without even a greeting.

His attendants led Zheng Ren, Su Yun and their party to a reception room, then left.

"The people here are especially unfriendly; I think you're right." Su Yun looked around the reception room.

"Hmm, I don't like the smell here either." Zheng Ren said, "Although it's said impossible to mold, I always feel as if countless mold spores are drifting around, making my nose a bit itchy."

"It's not far from Sicily; after seeing the doctor, would you like to go see the Mediterranean sun?" Su Yun asked.

"With you?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, giving a slight smile.

Su Yun felt intense contempt.

However, thinking about Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian's love... well, better not speak; although I don't oppose it, Su Yun also has no desire to try it personally.

"TheAdorationoftheMagi, this bunch of blood-suckers..."

"Don't call them vampires; they are patients with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected, "Is that the painting by Da Vinci?"

"It's great that you still know Da Vinci's painting; it's said that the version displayed in the Uffizi Gallery is a fake. Boss, do you think this is a fake or the original?" Su Yun stood before the painting titled TheAdorationoftheMagi, appreciating it.

Zheng Ren had no interest in these, but the portraits of nearly thirty figures in the painting were lifelike, so he still curiously glanced a few times.

No system panel.

Hmm, Zheng Ren only noticed this.

"In this painting, Da Vinci displayed his ambition; unfortunately, he never finished it." Su Yun said: "The background is the Marcellus Temple in Rome... wrong."

Su Yun kept talking, then suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh... why would the homes of congenital porphyria patients have images of the Holy Child? Weren't they persecuted from the Middle Ages onward?" Su Yun found it strange.

"There's too much involved in this; wanting to study it thoroughly is basically impossible." Zheng Ren said: "Just like the Spring and Autumn Brush Method in historical records, many things are expressed through a bizarre narrative style; they seem to mean one thing, but upon careful consideration they mean another."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Su Yun frowned, looking at this Da Vinci painting that was never finished, as if examining a patient.

"It's meaningless, don't look." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, thinking about taking a glance at the dying patriarch of the Bruhl Family, Luo Qie, wondering if they also suffered from various old-age ailments in their final moments like ordinary people.

Judging by Vandhi's condition, it's possible.

After 35 years of estrogen injections, even viewed with a curious eye, the bodies of congenital porphyria patients cannot withstand the hormone's erosion; they will likewise undergo cardiovascular and cerebrovascular changes.

As for rhabdomyolysis, it's merely an unexpected yet expected development in the disease progression.

"Esteemed Doctor Zheng, I'm glad you could come to the Bruhl Family's ancient castle." A voice came from the doorway of the reception room.

Elegant and composed, carrying a sort of decadent, depraved tone of medieval nobility.

A black tailcoat appeared at the doorway; he was about 1.8 meters tall, slender, with pallid skin, and several old dark spots could be seen on his face, neck, and hands.

However, the dark spots were few, even fewer than Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian's.

Well maintained—this was Zheng Ren's first assessment.

For congenital porphyria patients, whether they are well maintained depends on the scars on their body and hands, which differs from others.

Just by appearance, you can't tell how old the tailcoat is.

"Greeting." Zheng Ren rose and said softly.

"I am Wolmeir Bruhl; you may call me Wolmeir." The tailcoat spoke elegantly, "Doctor Zheng, your arrival has given me a glimmer of hope."

Wolmeir spoke in pure English, unlike Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian who used Dutch.

"When can we see the patient, Mr. Wolmeir?" Zheng Ren, not skilled at small talk and unaware of their etiquette, simply skipped the pleasantries and dove straight into the subject.

On the plane, Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian's skin color and pupil changes gave Zheng Ren a hint of pressure.

It seems this ancient, mysterious family indeed has some sayings.

But what exactly it is, Zheng Ren has no interest in finding out.

Curiosity killed the cat; Zheng Ren has no interest in being a cat that dies miserably in Bruhl Castle.

"Doctor Rudy is conducting a consultation, and Patriarch Luo Qie is going to see the ancestors, bearing his honor." Wolmeir said unhurriedly, seeming not to want to take Zheng Ren directly to see Luo Qie Bruhl.

Zheng Ren gazed into Wolmeir's eyes, trying to discern some clue.

"Doctor Zheng, please sit." Wolmeir said with a chuckle, "You've recently caused us quite a bit of trouble; although handling it isn't difficult, since you're here I still want to communicate with you."

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.

Could it be that Chu Nu Ang Sai's purchase of technology caused trouble for the Bruhl Family?

"The Royal Academy of Sciences' Doctor Olsson has already had three audiences with the king; do you know about this?" Wolmeir said composedly, his smile gentle, though a few scars on his face made it look somewhat eerie.

Zheng Ren shook his head.

"If you agree, you can get in touch with Doctor Olsson when you have time; the Nobel Prize is an award with deep historical roots." Wolmeir said: "Many people, of course including our Bruhl Family, do not want to see a clinical procedure appear on the Nobel Prize podium."

"Boss, what did I say?" Su Yun looked at Wolmeir with contempt and said to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled faintly.

"Please don't misunderstand; the Bruhl Family absolutely has no intention of secretly manipulating the Nobel Prize." Wolmeir said: "This is merely a suggestion, a piece of advice from an old friend."

"Actually, I have no interest in the Nobel Prize at all." Zheng Ren smiled, saying seriously: "Although my assistant really wants to win the Nobel Prize."

"Is it Doctor Rudy?"

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, "I recall watching a drama where an American doctor said, I don't like earning bloody money from inventing explosives." (Note 1)

Wolmeir's smile grew a bit richer, the scars on his face twisting like an ancient symbol.

"Although I have no interest, I now have a slight idea. I need a reason; I don't know why the Bruhl Family would want to manipulate the Nobel Prize." Zheng Ren asked.

"No manipulation!" Wolmeir said.

Note 1: This is what Doctor Haosi said.