Chapter 1976: 1906 Talent and Genetic Mutation

"Boss, what illness does she have?" Su Yun saw Zheng Ren make a move, so he turned back and stared at Dahungya and the younger security guard.

Although in Su Yun's eyes they had little combat ability, he was still cautious just in case.

"Paroxysmal exercise-induced movement disorder." Zheng Ren said.

Gao Shaojie stared, this disease…… he didn't even know what it meant. Not only did he not know what it meant, he had never even heard of it.

He even strongly suspected that Zheng Lao Ban had misspoken.

In a single disease name, the word "exercise" appears twice, and it's both paroxysmal and exercise‑induced—no matter how you think about it, something seems off.

"Huh? Would paroxysmal exercise‑induced movement disorder cause a face‑changing like that? Or get stuck halfway through the change?" Su Yun sounded somewhat surprised.

"Yes." Zheng Ren said, "And the voice change fits a speech disorder perfectly, so the diagnosis is likely correct."

Su Yun fell silent, trying hard to recall the theoretical knowledge about paroxysmal exercise‑induced movement disorder.

But he quickly realized that he had… almost completely forgotten it.

For Su Yun, who never forgets what he sees, this was a terrifying thing.

Such an obscure, niche disease—even Su Yun would forget it after just a glance.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" Zheng Ren asked.

Dahungya was stunned for a moment, then immediately gave a glance to the young security guard.

The young security guard understood, sprinting out to borrow pen and paper from nurses and doctors in other wards.

"I'll write up the treatment plan shortly; if you want treatment, just find any neurology professor to take a look. If he's unsure, give him my diagnosis." Zheng Ren said: "Take your medicine on schedule, and it should be kept under control."

After being hit, the middle‑aged woman became much more obedient.

The first person to see her like this without changing expression was precisely the young man who made the captain fear down to his bones.

She asked, bewildered: "Doctor, is it really an illness?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren said, "Do you feel that the episodes are becoming more frequent?"

The middle‑aged woman thought for a moment, then nodded.

"This disease is a hereditary genetic disorder, but its incidence is low; it might appear only once every two or three generations." Zheng Ren said.

"Huh? According to what you're saying, she has a talent, and it could truly be a genetic mutation." Su Yun interjected suddenly.

"We'll talk later; first let me briefly explain the condition." Zheng Ren said: "When you were young and became sensible, you had one episode, and your family abandoned you. I won't guess what story lies in between."

"But as you age, the frequency of your episodes increases. It's not epilepsy, because during an episode you remain conscious. At first I thought you would panic, but soon you realized that aside from your limbs and facial muscles being uncontrollable, your consciousness remains, and you can even speak."

Every word Zheng Ren spoke struck a chord in the middle‑aged woman's heart.

Not only her, but Dahungya also felt dazed. His knees went weak, wanting to kneel before Zheng Ren.

Dahungya suddenly recalled what Liu Ye said: the geomancers of Xianggang and southern Guangdong greatly admired Chief Zheng. It's said that a great geomancer, after being struck by heavenly punishment and losing his sight, was also healed by Chief Zheng.

This guy is awesome, awesome to the core—he can even cure heavenly punishment.

Just now, I was bewildered, yet I still thought about standing tall in front of Chief Zheng.

Dahungya thought and thought, sweat pouring down his back.

His knees went weak; in an instant he gave up struggling and fell with a thump, kneeling beside Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren jumped back in surprise, quickly dodging: "What are you doing?"

"Chief Zheng, Chief Zheng, I'm guilty." Dahungya knocked his head down: "Please spare me."

Zheng Ren looked at Dahungya helplessly and said: "Get up and speak."

Dahungya didn't know if he hadn't heard or if fear was overwhelming; he knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to lift his head.

"I'm talking to you, hurry up and get up." Su Yun gave Dahungya's ribs a light kick.

For the rising star of cardiothoracic surgery, knowing how to kick the ribs to make someone gasp in pain without causing organic injury is utterly simple.

Dahungya yelled, clutched his right rib area, rolled a few times, and finally sat up leaning against the wall.

Su Yun knew there was an element of performance in this.

Dahungya was also somewhat perceptive.

"But each episode inflicts a bit of damage on your nervous and muscular systems. When you were young, episodes were rare and you could recover quickly. Now that you're older and episodes are more frequent, if this continues you may soon trigger other diseases." Zheng Ren said seriously to the middle‑aged woman.

Zheng Ren spoke seriously to the middle‑aged woman.

The middle‑aged woman covered her left wrist, stared dazedly at Zheng Ren, her heart frightened enough to make her gasp.

Although it was their first meeting, what he said was spot‑on. It was like the former homeroom teacher reincarnated, having watched over her all these years and still remembering her childhood situation.

Just thinking of the former homeroom teacher made her heart sour, and tears slipped down silently.

"Captain, captain." The young security guard came running back with pen and paper.

"Give it to me." Zheng Ren reached out, took the pen and paper, wrote the diagnosis of "paroxysmal exercise‑induced movement disorder" and a few medicine names, then handed the paper to the middle‑aged woman.

"This disease is also a type of ion channel disorder. Um… you don't need to know what kind of disease it is; as long as you take your medicine on schedule, the episodes won't be so frequent." Zheng Ren chuckled, then said: "Deceiving people is wrong. Even if I didn't see it this time, if you cause trouble like this again next time, don't blame me for being unsympathetic."

Having said that, he took Xie Yiren's hand and turned to leave.

Su Yun glanced at Hua Ying Ying, sighed, patted her shoulder, gesturing for her to follow.

Soon, the fire escape grew quiet.

Seeing Zheng Ren's group walk farther away, the young security guard asked softly: "Captain, who is that person?"

"Chief Zheng, Chief Zheng—are your numb ears deaf?" Dahungya snapped: "From now on, when you see Chief Zheng, tell me right away, or you're as good as blind."

"Captain, I've only just arrived not long ago, I don't know him." The young security guard gave a wry smile.

"He's a badass! Whether Liu Ye is formidable or not, in his eyes he's just a worm. Let me tell you, the gu poisons of Nanyang—are you scared?"

The young security guard had heard rumors of the martial world; mentioning Nanyang gu poisons made him shudder.

"The most mysterious clan, the fiercest Red Flower Double Staff—Chief Zheng exterminated their natal gu worm! It's said that afterward he even severed an arm, and Chief Zheng couldn't be bothered to look."

"……" The young security guard froze.

Just looking at that honest, simple young man—could he really be that awesome? I didn't see it coming.

After a while, the middle-aged woman whispered: "Captain, what about us from now on…"

"What the hell more 'later', didn't you hear Chief Zheng say this time, seeing you're sick, he won't punish you? You fucking want to seek death, go yourself, don't drag me along!"