Chapter 993: 972 Nanyang Gu Poison

"Old Mu, what's wrong?" Su Yun was very perceptive, noticing Mu Tao had a slight problem, and directly asked.

"Why is the light still on in the teacher's office?" Mu Tao was somewhat surprised; he had the Inpatient Chief take Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and the professor to change into white coats, while he himself went to Wu Lao's office.

"The newly built hospital is just different." Su Yun walked down the corridor of the Intervention Department and sighed: "It's nothing like the main campus and international division of Xiehe; they're incomparable. At Xiehe's main campus, getting a clinic assignment pretty much means you're an academician-level."

Having just changed clothes and walked out of the duty room, he saw Mu Tao approaching.

"Boss Zheng, the teacher said there's a patient; could you please take a look?" Mu Tao's expression was a bit odd, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Su Yun was about to retort, but Zheng Ren cut in first: "Old Mu, is there anything special?"

Mu Tao gave a bitter smile and said: "Boss Zheng, let's talk inside."

Saying that, he didn't take them to Wu Lao's office; instead, he went to meet Zheng Ren and cornered the three of them in the duty room.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was bewildered, looking completely clueless. Su Yun then sneered, thinking Mu Tao was acting sneaky and not fit for the table.

"Boss Zheng, today we just look at the images, say as little as possible, best not to speak at all." Mu Tao lowered his voice and said softly.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren froze.

"What's up? Does your teacher still have objections to the boss examining patients? If so, we'll just skip it, glance at the pre-op patient, and head back to rest early. Who's got nothing better to do than mess with you all day?" Su Yun was displeased and fired back directly.

"That's not what I meant; the patient is just somewhat special." Mu Tao and Su Yun had operated side by side for days and nights, knew his temperament inside out, didn't get angry, but gently expressed his apology.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Zheng Ren asked curiously.

"The patient is a wealthy tycoon from Xianggang, the head of a major conglomerate, quite famous—I'm sure Boss Zheng knows of him." Mu Tao said.

"Speak up quickly, don't talk about money, my head hurts." Su Yun said.

"Twelve years ago, his father died and Mr. Zou took over the family business. But from that time on, he, like his father, contracted a disease." Saying this, Mu Tao's expression grew even stranger, his voice dropped to a whisper: "It's said he was cursed with a head-lowering spell, or perhaps Nanyang gu poison."

"Old Mu, you actually count as a doctor." Su Yun laughed helplessly, patting Mu Tao on the shoulder: "You usually seem so rational—how did you end up bringing up Nanyang gu poison?"

"Sigh." Mu Tao sighed: "The situation here is different from the north; everyone believes it, and gradually we've gotten used to it. But this disease is very strange—it causes cardiac arrest, yet we can't find any cause. So, Boss Zheng, say less; we'll take a quick look, then I'll pull you out, we'll round on the patients and send you to rest."

Zheng Ren nodded and smiled: "All right."

Mu Tao then relaxed, a bit embarrassed, and said: "Boss Zheng, it's not that I believe in supernatural talk—this person's illness is particularly weird. Exams show nothing, but he often dies in his sleep; his father died the same way, and back then the whole Xianggang was in an uproar."

"No problems at all on the exams?" Zheng Ren's curiosity was piqued.

If there were an underlying condition, it would be easier to explain; perhaps the doctors in Xianggang missed something.

But there's nothing wrong—just fall asleep and die in your sleep……

Hmm, Zheng Ren also began to vaguely believe in the gu poison story.

Of course it's just a vague feeling; as a medical student, Boss Zheng, who has mastered intervention and general surgery to the peak, would definitely not believe in supernatural nonsense.

Mu Tao stopped talking, led several people to Wu Lao's office door, knocked lightly, then pushed the door open.

Wu Lao's office was spacious; five young men in suits surrounded a woman in her twenties, creating an atmosphere of stern solemnity.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Ren sighed inwardly.

Wu Lao stood before the film viewer, carefully examining the images. Hearing someone enter, he glanced sideways, saw it was Zheng Ren, and waved: "Boss Zheng, long time no see."

Zheng Ren hurried over, bent his waist slightly, put on a gentle smile, and said: "Wu Lao, you're being too polite."

"Come, look at the images." Wu Haishi didn't waste words, pointing at the films and said.

It was a head CT; Zheng Ren glanced at it, quickly reconstructed, and found nothing abnormal.

"Who is this?" the woman frowned, displeased, and asked.

"This is Boss Zheng from the capital, this year's Nobel Prize nominee." Mu Tao introduced.

"Buddha relies on gold adornment, people on clothing." The identity of a Nobel Prize nominee was like a splendid robe, bestowing upon Zheng Ren an aura of holiness out of thin air.

Originally, seeing that Zheng Ren was young, the woman was unhappy, but upon hearing the words "Nobel Prize nominee," she fell silent.

Zheng Ren ignored the woman; her mood was irrelevant to him. After viewing the images, he told Wu Lao: "I see no problem—what is the patient's chief complaint?"

"Eighteen hours ago, respiration and cardiac arrest occurred; because it was detected promptly, he was resuscitated." Wu Haishi said.

"Any issues with the heart or coronary arteries?"

Mu Tao picked up a bag and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren glanced at it; the coronary arteries were fine, not coronary heart disease. Afterwards, Mu Tao took other lab reports from the woman's assistant and passed them to Zheng Ren.

The woman's assistant was rather stern, but here she had no say; she merely gave Zheng Ren a cold stare, occasionally glancing at Su Yun with her eyes, the icy demeanor already thawed.

All the lab tests, just as Mu Tao said, showed basically nothing wrong—everything normal, indicating this was a perfectly ordinary middle-aged man.

Zheng Ren began to wonder how likely sudden death really was.

Perhaps it's just a melodramatic feud over inheritance among the wealthy—such a cliché plot could be at play.

After Wu Lao finished reviewing all the materials and exchanged a couple of sentences with Zheng Ren, he said: "Looks fine; I'll do a physical exam on the patient, and if there's still no problem……"

"Mr. Wu, my father has already contacted the Mayo Clinic; I'm afraid he can't come over." The woman refused.

"Then forget it." Wu Lao had nothing special to say.

The so-called "doctors don't make house calls" is exactly this; being overly eager to go door-to-door for treatment instead looks suspicious.

"Thank you for your trouble." The woman, looking like a refined lady from a respectable family, gentle and polite, rose, gave a slight bow, gave a bitter smile, and left.

Her assistant produced a gold card from her handbag, placed both hands before Wu Lao, and said: "A small token of my regards; please accept it."

"I haven't figured out the condition, so we don't need this." Wu Lao declined.

"Still, thank you for your help; this is a token of goodwill from my grandfather, please do not refuse."

Mu Tao laughed as he stepped out from behind Wu Lao, took the gold card, and only then did the assistant turn and leave.