Chapter 1880: line with translation of chapter title

"It's just advice from an old family to a friend; please believe me, the Nobel Prize absolutely does not involve any manipulation." Wo Mei'er said seriously again.

"More than half of the Peace Prizes make people want to vomit; recently it's gone too far, an LED lamp project actually managed to win the heaviest physics prize." Zheng Ren said.

"No, that's the butterfly effect brought by Charitable Donation." Wo Mei'er said: "After your neighboring country failed in its attempt to challenge authority, its massive national strength became useless, and finally it decided to climb the technology tree. Doctor Zheng, I think you can understand what I'm saying."

"Climbing the technology tree does not include LED lamps." Zheng Ren said: "So I wasn't interested in this before; in my view, artificial insulin has countless reasons to win the Nobel Prize. Unfortunately, I've missed it several times."

Wo Mei'er smiled, very elegant, yet not restrained.

"This matter is not fair, it's just hype like the lies about diamonds. If it weren't for my assistant Professor Rudolf being brainwashed..." Saying this, Zheng Ren felt bored.

"This is an honor for Old Luo Qie." Wo Mei'er said: "I won't go into specifics. I suggest you talk to Lord Aoersen and give up the Nobel Prize."

Zheng Ren neither affirmed nor denied, shrugging his shoulders.

Su Yun stared at Wo Mei'er, but many small points linked together vaguely proved something.

Even organ transplants can't win a Nobel Prize in Medicine; Su Yun expressed disdain for that.

"Doctor Zheng, take a look at Luo Qie's medical records first." Wo Mei'er said: "In 30 minutes, go see Luo Qie. After that, you can enjoy dinner at Bruhl Castle, or go directly to London to see Big Ben; the specific itinerary is up to you."

Zheng Ren nodded.

Wo Mei'er stood up elegantly and said: "It's a pleasure to meet you; compared to the earlier legends, you are now even more full of Wisdom. I almost see a deity..."

"Hehe." Zheng Ren gave a dry laugh, too lazy to listen to his nagging.

The elegant tailcoat departed, and then someone brought two laptops, opened them, facing Zheng Ren and Su Yun.

"Boss, that's too bullying." Su Yun said angrily.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"You're actually this calm?"

"Not calm, I'm very angry." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"Can't tell."

"Are you planning to rely on just the four of us to kill everyone here and then set the castle on fire?" Zheng Ren laughed: "If before it was just for Fugui'er and your obsession, now I'm starting to take an interest."

"Tsk tsk, Boss, can't you stop showing off?"

"To be honest, you don't believe me either." Zheng Ren said helplessly: "If I don't speak, you say I'm dull."

"What's the next line? Women, really hard to figure out." Su Yun looked up, gazing at Zheng Ren.

"People want to return to the past not because it was simple and happy, but because back then we didn't realize how complex the world actually is." Zheng Ren said, "Look at the medical records; compared to the Nobel Prize, I'm more hopeful that Vandi's illness will get better."

"Tsk tsk, are you using actual actions to humiliate the Nobel Prize judges? They'd say, basic research can save more lives."

"They'd rather the world's population be wiped out by two-thirds." Zheng Ren had already begun looking at the medical records.

Su Yun saw the boss had no interest in this, so he shrugged and also began looking at Luo Qie Bruhl's medical records.

The medical records are typical of a porphyria patient.

The entire medical history showed Zheng Ren and Su Yun the fact that a congenital porphyria patient's body gradually weakens.

But there are many records; spanning ten years, if printed out, they'd be at least as tall as a person.

And yet with so many records, they only gave 30 minutes to review them; Zheng Ren suddenly understood why they had him come to examine Luo Qie Bruhl.

Examining the patient is a pretense; that recent talk was the real meat.

If it weren't for Doctor Olsson's engineer trait, having had three audiences with the king, the Bruhl family probably wouldn't have come to see me.

They felt immense pressure.

The more so, the more it aroused a stubborn streak in Zheng Ren's heart.

Thirty minutes?

The pages barely lingered, flipping past with a swish-swish-swish; Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed more and then, occasionally, a flash of light appeared.

It seemed like the light from the laptop screen, and also like Zheng Ren fully exerting his potential, bursting forth with a radiance of Wisdom.

Fecal protoporphyrin oxidase, hindering fecal protoporphyrin III, oxidizing to protoporphyrin IX; in lab markers, fecal protoporphyrin increases, and urinary excretion of fecal protoporphyrin also increases; ferrochelatase is inhibited, preventing protoporphyrin IX from binding with ferrous iron to form heme, so protoporphyrin IX increases in red blood cells, which can bind with the abundant zinc in red blood cell mitochondria, leading to increased zinc protoporphyrin.

These are typical features of congenital porphyria.

Over the past ten years, due to the effects of congenital porphyria, the patient's various systems have undergone irreversible changes.

Cerebral atrophy is severe, and neural reflexes are weakened.

In the digestive system, atrophic gastritis... Zheng Ren tentatively judged this to be an age-related condition, unrelated to porphyria.

Two years ago, the kidneys began to show problems. Imaging, biopsy, and urine blood tests indicated that Old Luo Qie's kidneys have progressive interstitial fibrosis, starting around the renal tubules and gradually spreading outward, with renal tubule atrophy and cellular hyperplasia coexisting.

The heart occasionally experiences arrhythmias and other complications; by now, heart failure is unavoidable.

Old Luo Qie's abdominal pain symptoms are growing worse and occurring more frequently; this is a typical manifestation of an acute attack of congenital porphyria, although it's easily misdiagnosed in ordinary circumstances, here no one considered that the abdominal organs might be problematic.

Nevertheless, there are various reconstructions, images, and examinations of the abdominal organs; the fact shows that there really have been no changes.

30 minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Two attendants, keeping track of the time, immediately took away the notebooks.

Zheng Ren let out a breath; having overused his brain in a short time, he felt hot.

Feeling somewhat fatigued, even the iron-clad Zheng Ren sensed weariness.

He leaned against the sofa, placing both hands on his temples and gently rubbing them.

Old Luo Qie's medical records are quite normal: just a chronic onset of congenital porphyria, plus advanced age leading to declining bodily functions.

But this time Zheng Ren did not make a hasty decision; instead, he strove to ponder it.

Treating illness, Zheng Ren knows his skill is high, but he won't be able to save everyone.

But if we speak of picking faults, from a bird's-eye view of his ability, there are countless tiny problems.

But these problems cannot cause any trouble for that hateful Wo Mei'er.