Chapter 1813： Please reject the Nobel Prize
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Back to the castle, Christian disappeared immediately, and even a greeting did not hit.
His entourage took Zheng Ren and Su Yun and his entourage to a reception room and left.
"The people here are particularly unfriendly, I think you are right." Su Yun looked around this reception room.
"Well, I don't like the taste here." Zheng Rendao, "Although it is impossible to mold, it always feels that there are countless molds floating around, and the nose is a little itchy."
"It's not far from Sicily. After seeing the disease, do you want to see the sun in the Mediterranean?" Su Yun asked.
"With you?" Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun and smiled.
Su Yun felt great contempt.
But think of Christian's love... Well, don't talk anymore. Although there is no objection to this kind of thing, Su Yun has not tried it personally.
"This is a bloody..."
"Don't call a vampire, it's a patient with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected. "Is Da Vinci's painting?"
"I am very glad that you can still know Da Vinci's paintings. It is said that this painting is a fake in the Uffizi Gallery. Boss, do you guess this is a fake or an original?" Su Yun stood in the name of the painting. Pre-appreciation.
Zheng Ren is not interested in these, but the portraits of nearly 30 people in the picture are vivid, and he is very curious to see a few eyes.
There is no system panel.
Well, Zheng Ren only saw this.
"In this painting, Da Vinci showed his ambition, but unfortunately he did not finish the painting until the end." Su Yundao: "The background is the temple of Maxentis in Rome... not right."
Su Yun said and suddenly stopped.
"What is wrong?"
"Sucking...In the home of patients with congenital porphyria, why do you have a portrait of the Son? Isn't it a patient who has been congenital porphyria since the Middle Ages?" Su Yun is a bit strange.
"There are too many things involved in this aspect. It is basically impossible to study and understand." Zheng Rendao: "Like the spring and autumn brushstrokes in the history books, many things are expressed in a bizarre narrative. Going up is a meaning, carefully pondering, but it is another meaning."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Yun frowned, like a consultation, watching this famous painting that Leonardo da Vinci did not finish in the end.
"It doesn't make sense, don't read it." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, thinking about looking at the patriarch of the Bruch family who was going to die. It was curious that they were as good as ordinary people at the end. Geriatrics.
Judging by the condition of Vatican is possible.
After 35 years of estrogen injection, even in the eyes of the hunch, the body of patients with congenital porphyria can not withstand the invasion of hormones, there will be changes in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular.
As for rhabdomyolysis, it is only an unexpected, and the condition evolves.
"Dr. Dr. Zheng, I am very glad that you can come to the castle of the Bruch family." A voice came from the door of the reception room.
Elegant and calm, with a decaying, degenerate tone of the medieval aristocracy.
A black tuxedo appeared at the door. He was about one meter eight. He was slender and pale, and he could see several old dark spots on his face, neck, hands and so on.
But there are very few dark spots, even compared to Christian, the dark spots are even less.
The maintenance is very good, this is Zheng Ren’s first judgment.
Patients with congenital porphyria are well maintained, depending on the scars on their hands and hands, which is different from others.
Just looking at the appearance is not to see how old the tuxedo is.
"Hello." Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.
"I am Wormell Bruch, you can call me Wormell." The tuxedo said elegantly, "Doctor Zheng, your arrival, let me see a glimmer of hope."
Woomer uses a pure English conversation, not like Dutch in Christianity.
"When can we take a look at the patient? Mr. Woomer." Zheng Ren will not chat, nor do they know the rules of their speech. So simply refused the chill, and did not hesitate to cut into the subject.
The color of the skin and the change of the pupil on the plane brought a little pressure to Zheng Ren.
It seems that this ancient and mysterious family does have some claims.
But specifically, Zheng Ren is not interested in paying attention.
Curiosity killed the cat, and Zheng Ren was not interested in being a cat who died in Bruch Castle.
"Dr. Rudy is doing a consultation. The generals of Roche are going to see the ancestors, with the glory that belongs to him." Volmer did not worry, leisurely said, it seems that he does not want to lead Zheng Ren directly to see Roche Brue. He.
Zheng Ren looked at Warmel's eyes and seemed to see what was going on.
"Doctor Zheng, please sit down." Woermei said with a smile: "You have recently added a lot of trouble to us, although it is not difficult to deal with, but since you are here, I still want to communicate with you. ”
“Hmm?” Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.
Is it that Chu Ang-An's purchase of technology has caused trouble to the Bruch family?
"Dr. Olson of the Royal Academy of Sciences has seen the King of Kings three times. Do you know this?" Volmer said calmly, his face was very gentle, just a few scars, but it looked a little strange.
Zheng Ren shook his head.
"If you agree, there is time to contact Dr. Olsen. The Nobel Prize is an award with a profound history." Volmer said: "Many people, of course including our Bruch family do not want to see a clinical The procedure appeared on the podium of the Nobel Prize."
"Boss, what do I say?" Su Yun looked at Woomer, and Zheng Ren said.
Zheng Renwei smiled.
"Please don't misunderstand, the Bruch family has absolutely no idea of secretly operating the Nobel Prize." Woomer said: "This is just a suggestion, an old friend gave you advice."
"In fact, I have no interest in the Nobel Prize Zheng Ren smiled and said very seriously: "Although my assistant wants to get the Nobel Prize." ”
"Is it Dr. Rudolph?"
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded. "The whole process... I remember I saw a serial drama. An American doctor said that I didn't like the **** money that I had earned with the invention of explosives." )
Volmer's smile was a bit more intense, and the scar on his face was distorted, like an ancient symbol.
"But I am not interested, but now I have a little thought. I need a reason, I don't know why the Bruch family wants to manipulate the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No manipulation!" Woomer said.
......
......
Note 1: This sentence is spoken by Dr. House. (Surgery live room..134134544)--(Surgery live room)
Back to the castle, Christian disappeared immediately, and even a greeting did not hit.
His entourage took Zheng Ren and Su Yun and his entourage to a reception room and left.
"The people here are particularly unfriendly, I think you are right." Su Yun looked around this reception room.
"Well, I don't like the taste here." Zheng Rendao, "Although it is impossible to mold, it always feels that there are countless molds floating around, and the nose is a little itchy."
"It's not far from Sicily. After seeing the disease, do you want to see the sun in the Mediterranean?" Su Yun asked.
"With you?" Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun and smiled.
Su Yun felt great contempt.
But think of Christian's love... Well, don't talk anymore. Although there is no objection to this kind of thing, Su Yun has not tried it personally.
"This is a bloody..."
"Don't call a vampire, it's a patient with congenital porphyria." Zheng Ren corrected. "Is Da Vinci's painting?"
"I am very glad that you can still know Da Vinci's paintings. It is said that this painting is a fake in the Uffizi Gallery. Boss, do you guess this is a fake or an original?" Su Yun stood in the name of the painting. Pre-appreciation.
Zheng Ren is not interested in these, but the portraits of nearly 30 people in the picture are vivid, and he is very curious to see a few eyes.
There is no system panel.
Well, Zheng Ren only saw this.
"In this painting, Da Vinci showed his ambition, but unfortunately he did not finish the painting until the end." Su Yundao: "The background is the temple of Maxentis in Rome... not right."
Su Yun said and suddenly stopped.
"What is wrong?"
"Sucking...In the home of patients with congenital porphyria, why do you have a portrait of the Son? Isn't it a patient who has been congenital porphyria since the Middle Ages?" Su Yun is a bit strange.
"There are too many things involved in this aspect. It is basically impossible to study and understand." Zheng Rendao: "Like the spring and autumn brushstrokes in the history books, many things are expressed in a bizarre narrative. Going up is a meaning, carefully pondering, but it is another meaning."
"I don't know what you are talking about." Su Yun frowned, like a consultation, watching this famous painting that Leonardo da Vinci did not finish in the end.
"It doesn't make sense, don't read it." Zheng Ren sat on the sofa, thinking about looking at the patriarch of the Bruch family who was going to die. It was curious that they were as good as ordinary people at the end. Geriatrics.
Judging by the condition of Vatican is possible.
After 35 years of estrogen injection, even in the eyes of the hunch, the body of patients with congenital porphyria can not withstand the invasion of hormones, there will be changes in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular.
As for rhabdomyolysis, it is only an unexpected, and the condition evolves.
"Dr. Dr. Zheng, I am very glad that you can come to the castle of the Bruch family." A voice came from the door of the reception room.
Elegant and calm, with a decaying, degenerate tone of the medieval aristocracy.
A black tuxedo appeared at the door. He was about one meter eight. He was slender and pale, and he could see several old dark spots on his face, neck, hands and so on.
But there are very few dark spots, even compared to Christian, the dark spots are even less.
The maintenance is very good, this is Zheng Ren’s first judgment.
Patients with congenital porphyria are well maintained, depending on the scars on their hands and hands, which is different from others.
Just looking at the appearance is not to see how old the tuxedo is.
"Hello." Zheng Ren stood up and said softly.
"I am Wormell Bruch, you can call me Wormell." The tuxedo said elegantly, "Doctor Zheng, your arrival, let me see a glimmer of hope."
Woomer uses a pure English conversation, not like Dutch in Christianity.
"When can we take a look at the patient? Mr. Woomer." Zheng Ren will not chat, nor do they know the rules of their speech. So simply refused the chill, and did not hesitate to cut into the subject.
The color of the skin and the change of the pupil on the plane brought a little pressure to Zheng Ren.
It seems that this ancient and mysterious family does have some claims.
But specifically, Zheng Ren is not interested in paying attention.
Curiosity killed the cat, and Zheng Ren was not interested in being a cat who died in Bruch Castle.
"Dr. Rudy is doing a consultation. The generals of Roche are going to see the ancestors, with the glory that belongs to him." Volmer did not worry, leisurely said, it seems that he does not want to lead Zheng Ren directly to see Roche Brue. He.
Zheng Ren looked at Warmel's eyes and seemed to see what was going on.
"Doctor Zheng, please sit down." Woermei said with a smile: "You have recently added a lot of trouble to us, although it is not difficult to deal with, but since you are here, I still want to communicate with you. ”
“Hmm?” Zheng Ren quickly recalled what he had done recently.
Is it that Chu Ang-An's purchase of technology has caused trouble to the Bruch family?
"Dr. Olson of the Royal Academy of Sciences has seen the King of Kings three times. Do you know this?" Volmer said calmly, his face was very gentle, just a few scars, but it looked a little strange.
Zheng Ren shook his head.
"If you agree, there is time to contact Dr. Olsen. The Nobel Prize is an award with a profound history." Volmer said: "Many people, of course including our Bruch family do not want to see a clinical The procedure appeared on the podium of the Nobel Prize."
"Boss, what do I say?" Su Yun looked at Woomer, and Zheng Ren said.
Zheng Renwei smiled.
"Please don't misunderstand, the Bruch family has absolutely no idea of secretly operating the Nobel Prize." Woomer said: "This is just a suggestion, an old friend gave you advice."
"In fact, I have no interest in the Nobel Prize Zheng Ren smiled and said very seriously: "Although my assistant wants to get the Nobel Prize." ”
"Is it Dr. Rudolph?"
"Yeah." Zheng Ren nodded. "The whole process... I remember I saw a serial drama. An American doctor said that I didn't like the **** money that I had earned with the invention of explosives." )
Volmer's smile was a bit more intense, and the scar on his face was distorted, like an ancient symbol.
"But I am not interested, but now I have a little thought. I need a reason, I don't know why the Bruch family wants to manipulate the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren asked.
"No manipulation!" Woomer said.
......
......
Note 1: This sentence is spoken by Dr. House. (Surgery live room..134134544)--(Surgery live room)
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