Chapter 2101: 2028 Changes in True Skin Collagen (Alliance Leader GZ86LG Bonus Chapter 1)

After 20 minutes, Liu Hui returned with a dull expression.

After making some inquiries, who would have thought that Boss Zheng is known by few in the capital, but in the south, after asking a few people, almost nobody didn't know him.

Different circles, not knowing is quite normal.

However, in Tian Nan Province, many of Liu Hui's business partners, friends, and best friends, upon hearing of Boss Zheng, first fell silent, then after confirming he was the Zheng Lao Ban of 912, they began excitedly telling Liu Hui how awesome this Boss Zheng is.

A geomancer is a highly esteemed existence in that southern region.

Liu Hui had also heard the great name of Master Yan; she wished to pay a visit, asking Master Yan to give her guidance, to change her feng shui, but she could never gain entry.

But this young Boss Zheng before her managed to cure Master Yan's heavenly punishment.

He dares to treat anything, can treat anything, even heavenly punishment—what is there he cannot do?

Just thinking that Boss Zheng had wanted to give her a few pointers just now, but she had coldly refused him, Liu Hui's heart felt anxious and swollen.

Forget it; lowering one's head to admit a mistake before an expert is not a difficult thing.

Liu Hui carefully stood beside Zheng Ren, having held her emotions for a while; seeing him move away from Lin JiaoJiao's jaw and return to the corner of the eye, she seized the moment to speak.

"Boss Zheng, just now I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai."

"Huh?" Zheng Ren grunted, yet did not lift his head.

Cai Si's microscope was already on; after transplanting the fat cells this time, they needed to perform microvascular anastomosis, so he had no interest at all in why Liu Hui's attitude had changed.

"Boss Zheng, you, being magnanimous, do not hold a petty person's grudge; just now you looked at my face—what did you want to say?" Liu Hui was anxious inside, but this question was too direct.

"Oh, you have diabetes, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

"..." Liu Hui was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

For a great power capable of curing heavenly punishment, knowing that one has diabetes is not strange at all.

"How do you know?" Su Yun asked.

"She got a collagen injection, and because of her bodily issues, she developed secondary reactive transmissible collagen disease." Zheng Ren began performing the microvascular anastomosis on the few millimeters of capillary taken from Lin JiaoJiao's jaw.

Su Yun remained silent.

His knowledge of cosmetic surgery is virtually zero.

At this moment, talking back to one's own boss is just boring.

Su Yun won't do thankless, laborious tasks.

"Under normal circumstances, secondary reactive transmissible collagen disease has several onset patterns; first, the slight trauma caused by scratching it is a triggering factor for onset."

"Second, it is due to diabetes, which existing medicine has already confirmed."

"Long-term hyperglycemia causes proteins or other complexes to become glycated, leading to structural changes in dermal collagen fibers, especially collagen I and III. There are a few other factors, but they are not important."

Hearing such professional jargon that sounded like heavenly script, Liu Hui wore a bewildered expression.

"How did you see that?" Su Yun asked.

"Localized skin presents cup-shaped depressions containing keratin plugs; the superficial dermis and surrounding appendages show abundant lymphocytes and a few eosinophils infiltrating. It would likely show on Masson stain: collagen fibers seen penetrating the epidermis." Zheng Ren said this while performing the finest microvascular anastomosis.

"The scabs and papular plaques on the face?" Su Yun also asked, somewhat surprised.

One's own boss explained it in too much detail, making it sound like a lie instead.

"Well, secondary reactive transmissible collagen disease is a transmissible skin disease characterized by the excretion of denatured collagen from the body." Zheng Ren said.

"Zheng... Boss Zheng, can it be cured?" Liu Hui asked anxiously.

"Go test your blood sugar." Zheng Ren said: "I estimate your blood sugar should be above normal; the main approach is to control blood sugar."

"Uh... this morning's blood sugar was 7.1, which isn't very high."

"You've had diabetes for too long; didn't the boss just say that dermal collagen fibers, especially collagen I and III, undergo structural changes?" Su Yun said contemptuously, "If you don't understand, go look it up."

"..." Liu Hui was astonished.

"It's not that serious; in your case you can take collagen injections, but the dose should be smaller than for ordinary people—about half, roughly like this." While speaking, Zheng Ren had already finished the microvascular anastomosis and continued with fat filling.

"I... if I bring my blood sugar under control, will my face be fine?" Liu Hui asked.

"It will get better a bit faster; this disease has no specific drug treatment, and if left untreated it will also improve in about two weeks. If you control your blood sugar, lowering it to around 5.5, it will get better in a week."

Liu Hui let out a sigh of relief.

After hearing Boss Zheng's words, she almost completely believed what he said.

Boss Zheng did not speak with absolute certainty, thereby increasing trust; he also did not mention any specific effective drug.

As the saying goes, "Standing sheer on a thousand‑ren cliff, without desire one becomes firm."

Things that bring no benefit are the easiest to gain others' belief in.

"Boss, you're doing this too finely, aren't you?" Su Yun, looking with the naked eye at Zheng Ren finishing the anastomosis, said softly.

"Finer is better." Zheng Ren said: "When transplanting fat cells, the greatest fear is insufficient blood flow. With two capillaries here, we estimate blood supply will arrive in about 24 hours. If the fat cells don't die, there will be no liquefaction."

"Generally, liquefaction is caused by the electrocautery."

"Lack of blood supply can also cause it. Besides, we won't always be doing this kind of surgery; being a bit more precise means Sister Lin will suffer less."

"You're basically using microsurgery to treat appendicitis." Su Yun said contemptuously, firmly opposing Zheng Ren's approach.

It's just a trial surgery; a little extra trouble is no problem.

Besides, tomorrow we have to perform surgery on the mother‑in‑law; at such a time, how can we be careless?

It's not like we're using Lin JiaoJiao as a test subject; in the system operating room, doing it any number of times makes no difference.

It's merely repaying a personal favor; just don't let Lin JiaoJiao feel that I tossed Liu Xu zhi over to her—let her feel wronged in her heart, that's enough.

After 5 hours and 22 minutes, Zheng Ren stood up and said, "Sister Lin, it's done."

Su Yun looked at Lin JiaoJiao's face, making tsking sounds with his mouth while shaking his head.

Lin JiaoJiao opened her eyes, saw Su Yun shaking his head, and felt somewhat taken aback.

"Yun... Yun Ge'er, don't scare me, is everything alright?" Lin JiaoJiao's voice trembled slightly.

Involving this face, involving this skin, from girls to women, everyone cares about it.

"Sister Lin, after seeing it, I really want to grab Boss and take him home to do something for my mom." Su Yun spoke frankly.

Lin JiaoJiao felt relieved, but then her curiosity grew strong.

She got off the operating table and looked everywhere for a mirror.

The Operating Room had no mirror, but Su Yun took off the gloves and handed over the phone.

In mirror mode, Lin JiaoJiao saw her familiar face.

It looks like there's no change, yet it seems there is a change.

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the traces left by time that no amount of care could block… disappeared.

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Note: Liu Hui's condition is a case report; Shou Bing is my speculation based on some Shou Bing records. This cannot be contacted, only speculated, cannot guarantee reliability. Just watch, don't take it seriously, smile.)