Chapter 2379: with translation of chapter title

2384.2298 In an instant

The next day, at the Capital International Airport.

Zheng Ren wore a standard fake smile on his face, watching as Mei Ha'er's assistant pushed a wheelchair into his view.

He waved, and Professor Rudolf Wagner came running over excitedly, like a rabbit, to Mei Ha'er's side.

"Fugui'er is so lowbrow, and this is also too rushed, isn't it?" Su Yun whispered.

"It's not his fault; earlier we thought Fugui'er would go crazy trying for the Nobel Prize, but now he finally gets to try it—of course he wouldn't be worried." Zheng Ren chuckled, whispering to Su Yun.

When the professor pushed the wheelchair up to Zheng Ren, Mei Ha'er sat in the wheelchair, arms open.

Zheng Ren stepped forward, bent over with a slightly awkward posture, and gave Mei Ha'er a hug.

"Zheng, everything you've accomplished is truly astonishing," Mei Ha'er whispered in Zheng Ren's ear.

Zheng Ren didn't speak, just smiled.

After getting in the car, Mei Ha'er eagerly asked, "Zheng, I heard His Excellency Christian was in the Capital recently."

"Yeah, Ke Li and Luo came with him," Zheng Ren said, nodding.

Mei Ha'er's eyes suddenly widened, then a flash of realization crossed his face.

"No wonder," he muttered softly.

Zheng Ren smiled, since Old Luo had already explained things clearly; he guessed Mei Ha'er's side had new feedback.

But he didn't ask Mei Ha'er how much he knew; instead, he sat calmly in his seat, smiling at Mei Ha'er.

"Doctor, I've looked over all your tests; they're holding up well." Zheng Ren shifted the topic to Mei Ha'er, adding, "Actually, based on your condition, your surgery could be postponed by one or two months."

"Oh, no!" Mei Ha'er exclaimed, "I've been eager to come to the Capital to see you."

"Zheng, do you know how much I've sacrificed these past few months!" Mei Ha'er made an exaggerated gesture, raising his voice slightly.

"Thank you for your help, Doctor Mei Ha'er," Zheng Ren said sincerely.

"No, Doctor Zheng, you should know this isn't help for you—it's a rebellion by all clinical doctors against injustice!" Mei Ha'er clenched his left fist and waved it forcefully.

Zheng Ren worried that his excitement might trigger a cerebrovascular accident; after all, Mei Ha'er's clotting condition is unusual, and who knows where a clot might break loose from a vessel spasm.

Thus for line 22, we have Zheng Ren, Mei Ha'er.

Still, the doctor's condition is good; he's probably taking some special medication. With so many big pharmaceutical companies in Europe, Mei Ha'er has been exposed to many drugs just entering clinical trials.

It looks like the new drug is working well; at least the doctor's condition is much better than Zheng Ren had predicted.

"Zheng, you don't know how hard this battle has been," Mei Ha'er said. "A month ago, I met with Olsson and had an audience with the King, and with the help of the Academy of Sciences, we tried to overturn the Nobel Prize's discrimination."

"We've given it our all, but we still couldn't lift the heavy curtain on stage. You have no idea how desperate I was then." Mei Ha'er said. "But just a few days ago, everything suddenly changed."

"Don't worry, everything will get better," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Old Luo's words are still pretty reliable; maybe this is also his way of showing off his strength.

Zheng Ren thought to himself.

"Zheng, I'm confident that your chances of winning this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine are at least 50%!" Mei Ha'er exclaimed excitedly.

Professor Rudolf Wagner's eyes were red; the arteries at the back of his eyes began throbbing excitedly, and faint signs of capillary rupture and bleeding could be seen.

"Only 50%? I thought you'd tell us it was a sure thing for the award," Su Yun said with a laugh.

"No one knows the outcome until the very end," Mei Ha'er said, ignoring Su Yun's joke, and seriously added, "Zheng, I suggest you make time to meet each of the judges."

"Okay, I'll try," Zheng Ren said.

His expression was bland, his tone flat, and Su Yun felt he was just going through the motions.

Given his boss's personality, he would definitely not go around visiting each judge just for an award. Su Yun knows him all too well—given that time, his boss would rather perform two surgeries.

Mei Ha'er said, "Zheng, it's truly astonishing—why, with such big news, don't I see you happy?"

"Oh, Ke Li said when he was leaving, since Mr. Luo said so, he'd take care of greeting the judges for me," Zheng Ren replied flatly.

Mei Ha'er's forehead veins suddenly bulged; Zheng Ren saw his system panel turn red fast, the diagnosis of primary hypertension grade three flashing as if about to drip blood.

"Stay calm, stay calm. Take a deep breath, don't get agitated," Zheng Ren said immediately, then saw one of Mei Ha'er's entourage pull out emergency medication and give it to him orally.

"Boss, why didn't you tell me about this?" Su Yun said, somewhat unhappy.

"Being generous with others' money—that's what you said. I think the TIPS procedure could win a Nobel Prize, so he's just using our stuff as a favor." Zheng Ren noticed Mei Ha'er had closed his eyes and was resting, so he whispered to Su Yun.

"Good grief, boss, you're absolutely amazing!" Professor Rudolf Wagner praised, saying, "On my end I'm like a blind man feeling a pole, still worrying, but you've got it all handled, boss!"

"What's taken care of?" Zheng Ren asked. "Isn't this something you're supposed to go back to? This matter will be left to you and Ke Li."

"..." Professor Rudolf Wagner had never imagined he could be mentioned alongside someone like His Excellency Christian; he felt a bit dazed.

Zheng Ren ignored the professor, instead carefully watching Mei Ha'er's system panel.

The red on the doctor's system panel faded gradually, indicating his blood pressure was returning to normal.

"Zheng." After a long while, Mei Ha'er whispered, "You always manage to surprise me."

"This is from Ke Li," Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"How did you and Mr. Ke Li meet?" Mei Ha'er asked.

Zheng Ren's mind immediately recalled the garlic fish, Christian being poisoned before even entering the door, and the marks left on his and Su Yun's necks from palpating the carotid artery.

"Gee, Christian living this long is no easy feat."

He probably grew up holed up in the Alps; if he were in the Capital, he'd likely never find a safe place.

He'd probably be killed by garlic in just a few days.

Zheng Ren picked out what he could say and briefly told Mei Ha'er how he met Ke Li. Even though it was simple, the doctor was quite surprised, and his blood pressure remained unstable along the way.

Arrived at 912 Hospital, settled Mei Ha'er, Zheng Ren repeatedly reminded to pay attention to blood pressure.