Chapter 1886: 1819 Luck Value Is Indeed Useful

The sudden Silence in the venue pulled Zheng Ren out of a mysterious state.

Step-by-step analysis and differential diagnosis, Zheng Ren himself began to believe that lead poisoning was indeed a possibility, rather than him speaking nonsense for some purpose.

He noticed a wheelchair being pushed in, with a thin, frail person sitting on it, their whole body shrouded in black clothing.

He couldn't see the person, nor could he see the System Panel.

Zheng Ren felt a stir in his heart, seeing Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian and Wo Mei Er's respectful and cautious demeanor, he already knew who this was.

He walked down from the stage, approached the black-clothed person, and bowed. As his view changed, the black-clothed elder's ruddy System Panel rose up.

And the diagnosis on it...

It was clearly marked as chronic lead poisoning!

Zheng Ren smiled slightly, bowed and said: 'Mr. Luo Qie, Greeting.'

'Young man, you have guts.' Old Mr. Luo Qie stared at Zheng Ren and said slowly.

'It's not about guts; I think you need a doctor, not a yes-man servant who only says yes.' Zheng Ren said: 'I can confirm you have chronic lead poisoning, because the symptoms of lead poisoning are too similar to those of porphyria, so even someone as wise as you overlooked this.'

Old Mr. Luo Qie lifted his head, his gaze shooting out from the black clothing. He looked at Zheng Ren, his eyes sharp, like a venomous snake in a dark corner.

Zheng Ren, however, remained calm as usual, completely lacking the reverent expression others had.

'Before the physical exam, everything is differential diagnosis, a mere guess. But after seeing you, I became certain of this.' Zheng Ren said firmly.

Huh?

'The legendary King George, due to an acute attack of porphyria, was tied to a chair by his subordinates. He was forced to undergo cocktail therapy until later being sent to Windsor Castle to live in isolation, where he spent his remaining years.'

'In 2003, Professor Martin Warren of Yingguo Kent University discovered a high concentration of arsenic in the hair sample of George III preserved for posterity.'

'Young man, what does this have to do with me?' Old Mr. Luo Qie found Zheng Ren increasingly interesting.

'Mr. Luo Qie, I'm merely stating a verifiable history. Heavy metal elements can destroy your robust physique, arsenic trioxide is such; lead is likewise.' Zheng Ren smiled and said: 'Your eyes show pigment deposition from heavy metal poisoning, slight though it is, which also attests to your strong metabolic and detoxification abilities.'

Old Mr. Luo Qie's sleeve twitched slightly.

Zheng Ren keenly noticed this, his heart filled with immense joy.

Luck Value truly is useful; I merely wanted to plant a thorn, yet ended up overturning the whole table.

Daring to be arrogant and standing before me, using a condescending tone to make me

'Mr. Luo Qie, the examination is actually simple—testing blood lead and urine lead; I think it won't be difficult for you. As for treatment, any of the experts present knows how to drive the lead elements out of your body.'

'I don't know the cause of your lead poisoning; if possible, please guarantee my personal safety.' Zheng Ren said with a smile, showing no sign of fear or concern for his own safety.

'Alright, since you've come, my diagnosis and differential diagnosis need not continue. Testing is an objective standard; I could say ten thousand things, but none would convince you as much as the numbers from a blood sample.'

'How did you judge that?' Old Mr. Luo Qie raised his hand, easily removing the black hood from his head; his hair was sparse, although one could see he was physically weak... but Zheng Ren felt this was all a disguise.

The old man before him was absolutely not as frail as his medical records described.

Zheng Ren knew there must be some strange conspiracy here, which perfectly matched those with congenital porphyria.

'It's just a normal differential diagnosis; every doctor does it. I think others didn't notice because they know your dignity and strength.' Zheng Ren smiled.

'And you?' Old Mr. Luo Qie looked at Zheng Ren and asked leisurely.

'Me? I'm just a doctor.' Zheng Ren said.

'Draw blood.' Old Mr. Luo Qie extended an arm.

Several family members were about to move when Old Mr. Luo Qie immediately stopped them. All members of the Bruhl Family were restricted from moving freely, while the blood draw was to be done by Doctor Rudy.

Time was hard to endure, but Zheng Ren didn't feel it.

How many people die here has nothing to do with me.

Whether I want to win a Nobel Prize is my own business; but if anyone dares to tell me I'm unworthy, Zheng Ren will make them pay with blood.

No matter what happens afterward, Luo Qie Bruhl has already had a tube of blood drawn.

While waiting for the results, Zheng Ren bowed again slightly and said: 'Mr. Luo Qie, please allow me to look at an image.'

'What image?'

'Doctor Rudy's wife is critically ill; I just glanced at an image and believe few in the world can confidently perform this surgery successfully, and I happen to be one of them.' Zheng Ren said: 'Your diagnosis has concluded; the rest is simply gradual recovery of your body, and I hope everything I do meets your satisfaction.'

After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he turned back to the operating table and said to Doctor Rudy: 'Could you please pull up your wife's image for me to take a look?'

Doctor Rudy was already dazed.

I had lived in this gloomy ancient castle for months before seeing Lord Luo Qie once, and hadn't spoken a word.

How come this young doctor's nonsense caused Lord Luo Qie to come over in a wheelchair?

And they even had a friendly conversation.

No, what did he just say? Can he solve his wife's problem with Shou Bing?

'Doctor Rudy, are you listening to me?' Zheng Ren asked.

The entire hall was silent as the grave, only Zheng Ren's voice echoed.

'Uh...' Doctor Rudy's movements were a bit slow, but he didn't delay. He immediately called up the image, displaying it on the LED big screen.

Zheng Ren examined the images as if doing a 912 film review, right hand supporting his chin, left hand under his armpit, seriously examining the image data.

The LED big screen here is too large; although it looks impressive, it's especially cumbersome for viewing images.

Although the resolution is high, Zheng Ren has to constantly turn his head when viewing the images.

'I am Rudy from Yingguo Lun Dun King's College Hospital.' Rudy approached, extended his hand, trying his best to express goodwill.

This person, although young, actually prompted Lord Luo Qie to appear in person.

Zheng Ren focused on the image, seemingly not noticing Doctor Rudy's greeting.

But then a hand enthusiastically extended, grasping Doctor Rudy's hand: 'Doctor Greeting, I am Zheng Lao Ban's assistant, Su Yun.'

……

'Doctor Rudy, Mayo Clinic replied: Charles is feeling unwell and can't come.' Rudy's assistant suddenly interrupted the conversation.

'Who at Mayo Clinic has time then?' Rudy asked hurriedly.

"The three people who could possibly complete the Shou Bing can't come." assistant said dejectedly.

"Doctor Lu Di, Doctor Charles no longer does the Shou Bing; why are you looking for him?" Su Yun asked in surprise.

"Doctor Charles is the doctor with the most successful Shou Bing of this type in the world!" Lu Di's face flushed a little red; he regretted that Doctor Charles couldn't come.

"You're looking for him at the Observation Platform?" Su Yun almost laughed.

"Yes, Doctor Charles is over there; I think the Shou Bing will definitely succeed—what's wrong?" Lu Di felt a bit bewildered.

"Boss is a visiting professor at Mayo Clinic; a month ago when we went to Mayo Clinic for a consultation, we had a friendly chat with Doctor Charles. I think if you agree to Boss doing the Shou Bing, just tell Mayo Clinic right away, and Doctor Charles will fly over to observe on site."

"……" Lu Di froze.