Back at the castle, Christian disappeared immediately, without even saying hello.

His entourage took Zheng Ren, Su Yun and his group to a reception room and left.

"The people here are very unfriendly. I think you are right." Su Yun looked around the reception room.

"Well, I don't like the taste here either." Zheng Ren said, "Although it's impossible to get moldy, I always feel that there are countless mold floating around me, and my nose is a little itchy."

"This place is not far from Sicily. After seeing the disease, should you go and see the sun in the Mediterranean?" Su Yun asked.

"Follow you?" Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and smiled slightly.

Su Yun felt great contempt.

But when I think about Christian's love... well, I'd better stop talking. Although I didn't object to this kind of thing, Su Yun didn't have the idea of ​​trying it out personally.

"The Adoration of the Magi, these blood-sucking gang..."

"Don't call it a vampire, it's a patient with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected, "Is it the painting of Da Vinci?"

"I'm so glad you can still know the painting of Leonardo da Vinci. It is said that this painting is displayed in the Uffizi Gallery as a fake. Boss, are you guessing this one fake or the original?" Su Yun stood in front of the painting called The Adoration of the Magi and admired it.

Zheng Ren had no interest in these things, but the portraits of nearly thirty characters in the picture were vivid, so he still took a few curious glances.

No system panel.

Well, Zheng Ren only saw this.

"In this painting, Leonardo da Vinci showed his ambitions, but unfortunately he did not complete the painting until the end." Su Yun said: "The background is the Palace of Maxentes in Rome... It's not right."

Su Yun was suddenly stunned as he spoke.

"Why is it wrong?"

"Why do patients with congenital porphyria have portraits of their holy sons at home? Didn't it mean that patients who have been encircling congenital porphyria since the Middle Ages?" Su Yun was a little surprised.

"There are too many things involved in this aspect, and it is basically impossible to study and understand it." Zheng Ren said: "Just like the Spring and Autumn style in historical books, many things are expressed in a bizarre narrative way. It seems to be one meaning, but it is another meaning."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Yun frowned, looking at this famous painting that Da Vinci had not finished until the end, as if he was consulting.

"It's meaningless, stop looking." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, thinking about looking at the death of Roche, the patriarch of the Bruch family, and was curious if they had all kinds of geriatric diseases like ordinary people at the end.

Judging by Vandy's condition, it is possible.

After 35 years of injecting estrogen, even from a curious perspective, the bodies of patients with congenital porphyria cannot withstand the invasion of hormones, and there will still be changes in the cardiovascular and cerebrovascular system.

As for rhabdomyolysis, it is just an unexpected and reasonable evolution of the disease.

"Dear Dr. Zheng, I'm glad you've come to the Bruch family castle." A voice came from the door of the reception room.

Elegant and calm, with the decay and depraved tone of medieval aristocrats.

A black tuxedo appeared at the door. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure and pale skin. Several old dark spots could be seen on his face, neck, hands, etc.

But there are very few dark spots, even less dark spots than Christian.

It is well maintained, which is Zheng Ren's first judgment.

Whether patients with congenital porphyria care depends on the scars on their bodies and hands, which is different from others.

Just by looking at the appearance, you can't tell how old the tuxedo is.

"Hello." Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.

"I am Womer Bruch, just call me Womer." said the tuxedo gracefully, "Doctor Zheng, your arrival has given me a glimmer of hope."

Vommeel uses pure English conversation, not Dutch like Christian.

"When can we take a look at the patient? Mr. Womer." Zheng Ren couldn't chat and didn't know the rules of their speech. So he simply refused the greetings and got to the topic without hesitation.

The changes in Christian's skin color and pupils on the plane brought a little pressure to Zheng Ren.

It seems that this ancient and mysterious family does have some opinions.

But Zheng Ren was not interested in paying attention to what it was.

Curiosity kills the cat, and Zheng Ren has no interest in being a cat who died tragically in Bruch Castle.

"Doctor Rudy is doing a consultation. Lord Roche is going to see his ancestors with his glory." Womer was not anxious. He said, and it seemed that he did not want to lead Zheng Ren to see Roche Bruch directly.

Zheng Ren looked at Womer's eyes, as if he wanted to see something from it.

"Doctor Zheng, please sit down." Womer said with a smile: "You have caused us a lot of trouble recently. Although it is not difficult to deal with, since you are here, I still want to communicate with you."

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.

Could it be that Chu Nu'angsai's purchasing technology caused trouble to the Bruch family?

"Dr. Olson of the Royal Academy of Sciences has met His Majesty the King three times. Do you know about this?" Womer said calmly, with a gentle smile on his face, but with a few scars, but he looked a little weird.

Zheng Ren shook his head.

"If you agree, you can contact Dr. Olsen if you have time. The Nobel Prize is an award with a profound historical heritage." Womer said: "Many people, of course, including our Bruch family, don't want to see a clinical procedure appear on the Nobel Prize podium."

"Boss, what am I talking about?" Su Yun looked at Womer with contempt and said to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled slightly.

"Please don't get me wrong. The Bruch family has absolutely no idea of ​​secretly manipulating the Nobel Prize." Womer said: "This is just a suggestion, an old friend's advice to you."

"Actually, I have no interest in the Nobel Prize at all." Zheng Ren smiled and said seriously: "Although my assistant really wants to win the Nobel Prize."

"Is it Dr. Rudolph?"

"Well." Zheng Ren nodded, "The whole process... I remember watching a TV series. An American doctor said that I don't like the bloody money I earned from inventing explosives." (Note 1)

Womer's smile became a little stronger, and the scars on his face became distorted, like an ancient symbol.

"But although I'm not interested, I now have a little idea. I need a reason. I don't know why the Bruch family manipulated the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No manipulation!" said Womer.

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Chapter completed!