Chapter 2510: 2421 A Role Model for Learning

Su Yun's mouth curled up, he went to open the door.

Zheng Ren stood up, made a gesture, indicating he didn't need to move, and instead walked straight to the door himself.

Opening the door, Fan Tian Shui stood before the crowd, blocking the way. He had gradually blended into the ordinary world, his sharp edges concealed. Yet in his gaze, he exuded self-confidence.

This isn't a battlefield; forcibly breaking in doesn't justify killing to silence.

Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian's two bodyguards stood to the side, making Principal Zhang somewhat wary, so he didn't force his way in.

Su Yun didn't obediently follow Zheng Ren's arrangement; he followed alongside and immediately saw Principal Zhang from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital and a foreign old man.

That foreign old man looked familiar; Su Yun narrowed his eyes and recalled that Fugui'er had once given him materials introducing him.

He immediately laughed.

"Boss, this is the chairman of the Nobel Prize review committee, Doctor Lavesen." Su Yun whispered to Zheng Ren.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren was somewhat surprised—how did that old scholar's system panel glow red? But he didn't show his surprise, merely nodding slightly.

Seeing Zheng Ren come out, Fan Tian Shui slipped to the side, yet still stared at the visitors with a tiger's gaze.

"Boss Zheng." Principal Zhang only then felt his body lighten, strode forward, and extended his hand: "You're quite the busy person these days; it's truly hard to arrange a meeting."

"Principal Zhang of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital." Su Yun whispered.

"Principal Zhang, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren said, "You've had two guests come; this is..."

"Doctor Lavesen just said he came out of admiration and wants to exchange a few words with you." Seeing Zheng Ren's mountain-like body blocking the doorway, Principal Zhang didn't invite everyone in to sit. His originally somewhat confused mood turned a bit impatient.

"I really can't get away." Zheng Ren wore his habitual fake smile, "How about we talk at the hospital instead?"

Principal Zhang, annoyed, personally brought Doctor Lavesen from the 912 stop to the community hospital. Although the distance wasn't far, this wasn't proper hospitality. Moreover, who is Doctor Lavesen? He's the chairman of the biology and medicine Nobel Prize committees!

Upon seeing Doctor Lavesen receive the invitation, his first thought was about this matter concerning Boss Zheng. Creating an opportunity for Boss Zheng to communicate might make him grateful.

But he never expected that this young brat would be so clueless.

Zheng Ren remained motionless; even after shaking Principal Zhang's hand, he had no intention of leaving the doorway.

"Doctor Zheng!" Doctor Lavesen said in Swedish, "I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Doctor Lavesen, nice to meet you; please take care of me." Zheng Ren greeted politely.

Doctor Lavesen stepped forward and extended his hand.

Just now someone blocked the system panel, so Zheng Ren couldn't see Doctor Lavesen's panel clearly. Now, standing before him, a diagnosis suddenly appeared in Zheng Ren's view—lower right lung cancer.

"Uh... he already has lung cancer, yet he's still running around everywhere," Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

Could it be that it hasn't been detected? That shouldn't be possible; people of their esteemed academic status get regular checkups. If there were malignancy, it would surely be caught early and treated promptly.

Zheng Ren shook his hand and felt the change in Doctor Lavesen's palm, immediately confirming his "correct" assumption.

"Not easy," Zheng Ren thought, perhaps it's the old man's persistence and dedication.

"He must have some unfulfilled wish, especially as an elderly scientist and scholar." Thinking this, a solemn respect arose in his heart. For the spread of academia, he travels the world despite illness.

In an instant, Doctor Lavesen's image loomed large in Zheng Ren's heart.

"Doctor, is your condition inoperable?" Zheng Ren asked, "Do you have any scans? Let me take a look."

Su Yun suddenly froze, "Boss can really be devious!" Mentioning surgery upon meeting, his tone seemed to be a subtle hint that Doctor Lavesen's diagnosis was a malignant tumor, or that surgery wasn't an option.

"Tsk tsk, Doctor Lavesen is the biggest stumbling block to winning the Nobel Prize; if it were me, I'd certainly not give him a pleasant face either." Su Yun found excuses for Zheng Ren in his mind and watched the scene with a grin.

"Huh?" Doctor Lavesen paused.

Zheng Ren's Swedish was incredibly fluent, with a strong Stockholm accent. If he closed his eyes, Doctor Lavesen felt as if he were back in Sweden, strolling the streets of Kristianstad.

But this Doctor Zheng, upon meeting, immediately talks about surgery—what does that mean?

The translator softly relayed Zheng Ren's words, but his voice grew quieter and quieter, eventually almost like a mosquito's buzz.

Had I misheard? The translator felt somewhat lost.

I hadn't heard that Doctor Lavesen came to the capital while ill to attend an academic conference, and over the past few days I've been following him, yet I've noticed nothing abnormal about him.

Is this the rhythm of a fight...

If I'd misheard and caused an international dispute, that would be a big deal! Thinking of this, the translator broke into a sweat at his temples.

He looked pleadingly at Zheng Ren, truly wishing this young expert—so astonishingly talented—would repeat himself. Surely there must have been some obscure wording; I didn't catch it during simultaneous interpretation.

Principal Zhang and the others also froze, wondering what Boss Zheng was up to.

"Doctor Lavesen, you've truly worked hard." Zheng Ren spoke sincerely: "You came to the capital despite illness to give lectures, striving to advance academia; a true scholar ought to be like you—you are my role model."

Saying this, he exerted a little force, yet didn't hurt Doctor Lavesen's hand, gazing at him with passionate, sincere eyes.

"……" Doctor Lavesen finally understood.

The anger he had long suppressed finally erupted!

"Is this a curse on myself? It's downright vicious!" Feeling Zheng Ren's grip tighten, Doctor Lavesen wanted to fling his hand away, but his trembling hand from anger only made him clutch even harder.

The misunderstanding continued.

"Do you have imaging data? Some surgeries others can't perform—I can give it a try." Zheng Ren continued speaking sincerely.

Doctor Lavesen's vision went black, nearly fainting. The anger in his chest surged like Mount Vesuvius suddenly erupting, engulfing Pompeii—scorching molten lava, overwhelming, unstoppable.

"You're going too far!" Doctor Lavesen finally tore off all masks, shouting angrily: "Even if the Bruhl family speaks for you, I will resist to the end, absolutely..."

As he spoke, Doctor Lavesen saw an elegant tailcoat appear before him.

A pale face, a pale neck, with two scars on the neck.

"Doctor Lavesen, are you saying you want to become an enemy of the great Bruhl family?" Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian asked with a smile, "I truly admire your courage; aside from the Vatican, you're the only one who dares to openly declare oneself an enemy of the Bruhl family."