"Anatomically speaking, it should be cerebral hemispherectomy, but the term cerebral hemispherectomy is still used. It''s relatively simple, the operation is rare, and it''s not intended to be understood by ordinary people," Wu Mian explained.


    But it doesn''t seem to work according to what Dr. Wu said. Zhuang Yongzhi is silent. Is old Mr. Chu wrong? He didn''t say much. He took the matter without trace and took Wu Mian and Taoist Lin all the way to the main hall.


    Taoist Lin was a little unhappy. After all, when he received the little martial uncle and himself, he was in the side hall, while Mr. Chu was in the main hall.


    In the eyes of the Zheng family, their status is high and low, which can be seen at a glance.


    But little martial uncle didn''t feel anything. Taoist Lin was unhappy and followed in silence. I thought in my heart that the feng shui of the Zheng family is not good. It''s not nonsense.


    Look at this family. What''s the disease of chimera, and infant hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy. It''s also a miracle that Zheng Linkai lived to be in his 20s and didn''t die. And Zheng Linkai almost didn''t die a while ago. Now I don''t know if there are sequelae.


    Taoist Lin was just a little angry, but his state of mind returned to normal after taking a few steps.


    When he came to the main hall of the Zheng family''s old house, Zhuang Yongzhi gently knocked on the door and then pushed the door in.


    In the middle seat sat an old man, thin and gray, who casually tied a bun and tied it with a chopstick.


    The two eyes are white. You can see that they are blind. His cheeks collapsed, but his face looked good.


    He heard the door open, stood up slowly, arched his hand and asked, "but Mr. Wu?"


    "Old gentleman, don''t dare, don''t dare." Wu Mian was very polite and bowed down.


    Taoist Lin was a little surprised. His little martial uncle looked kind, but his heart was rebellious, like a wild horse. When facing the unfathomable Owen Rothschild, I didn''t see the little martial uncle so polite.


    As for Zheng Qingmu and Zhuang Yongzhi, the tone and attitude of little martial uncle talking to them are like facing the families of ordinary patients. He doesn''t talk at all. In front of him, little martial uncle was respectful and even bowed rarely.


    "Although I have never met, you and I have known each other for several years." Mr. Chu said faintly, "Mr. Wu, do you know?"


    "Old Sir, you are joking. I don''t deserve to call me sir. Or... You call me Dr. Wu?" Wu Mian said with a smile.


    "That''s good. Dr. Wu, Lin Yuan''s old illness is on me. I''ve divined three times, and each time it falls on you." Mr. Chu said with a smile, "but the divination was unclear before. I think you''re busy. This time it''s wind and thunder, so I brought Lin Yuan to you."


    "Fortune has changed. The withered trees have blossomed again for many years, and the branches and leaves have been reborn. Several people praised it. The forty-two trigrams are indeed the upper trigrams. Congratulations, old man."


    "It will fall on you," Mr. Chu said with a smile. "Dr. Wu, sit down and wait for me to talk carefully."


    Wu Mian has noticed that there is a man standing behind Mr. Chu. There is no doubt that it is Zheng Linyuan.


    He and Mr. Chu were wearing the same blue robe. His eyes were dull, his face was slightly fat and looked silly. But Zheng Linyuan seems to be in his thirties, which surprised Wu Mian most.


    Few patients with infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders can live for so many years. It seems that Mr. Chu does have a saying that people can''t. As Wu Mian knows, there is no good way for the medical community to treat this kind of disease.


    "Lin Yuan, this is Dr. Wu," said Mr. Chu.


    Zheng Linyuan turned his dull eyes to Wu Mian, and smiled foolishly, "I know you."


    For a moment, not only Taoist Lin, but also Wu Mian felt his back cold.


    Mr. Chu said that he had known each other for many years; Zheng Linyuan said to know himself, but it means something else.


    "Do you know me?" Wu Mian quickly tapped the armrest of the chair with white jade fingers in his right hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Zheng Linyuan standing behind old Mr. Chu.


    "Well." Zheng Linyuan nodded hard, with a smile in his eyes, "I can often see you, sometimes killing with a knife, sometimes stabbing a mouse with a needle."


    “……”


    Wu Mian choked up in his throat. It seems to be the first time that life is so embarrassed.


    Zhuang Yongzhi said that Zheng Linyuan had infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders. Wu Mian just listened and didn''t fully believe it.


    After the interview, Wu Mian made his own judgment that Zheng Linyuan should belong to the kind of person with abnormal development and IQ problems. Although he doesn''t know what means to live up to now, it''s almost a miracle that he can stand in front of himself.


    To say a bad word, Zheng Linyuan is a fool who doesn''t know when he will have a seizure.


    When others talk, there may be all kinds of traps. A fool won''t have so many thoughts.


    Wu Mian guessed that Zheng Linyuan said he killed with a knife, which should be described as surgery; Pricking a mouse with a needle is an experiment.


    This kind of description is uncanny. Wu Mian smiled awkwardly.


    "Dr. Wu, Lin Yuan is still a child. Don''t be surprised." old Mr. Chu said.


    "I can see it." Wu Mian said in a deep voice, "Lin Yuan, when have you seen me?"


    "See you often." Zheng Linyuan answered Wu Mian''s words while laughing.


    He speaks without logic, just like a child. Wu Mian asked when, but he often answered.


    Wu Mian stared at Zheng Linyuan, his eyes shining.


    "Have I spoken to you?" asked Wu Mian.


    "No, I can see you, but you can''t see me," Zheng Linyuan said.


    Taoist Lin''s cold hair on his back almost pushed up his Taoist robe, his whole body was cold, and his hands trembled slightly. Little martial uncle didn''t let little martial mother follow him. Did he know someone was staring at him?


    "You should call me, maybe I know," Wu Mian smiled and said to Zheng Linyuan.


    Zheng Linyuan was stunned for a moment, and a little fear appeared on his face.


    "Dr. Wu, Lin Yuan didn''t mean to scare you." Mr. Chu said, "don''t scare the child."


    "Ha ha." the speed of Wu Mian''s right hand beating the armrest of the chair gradually slowed down. He cast his eyes on old Mr. Chu and asked, "old Sir, generally speaking, it is difficult for patients with infantile hemiplegia with intractable epilepsy and behavioral disorders to grow up. How do you take care of Zheng Linyuan?"


    "I only know some Feng Shui and geomantic skills. Where can I take care of people?" old Mr. Chu looked at Wu Mian with his white eyes and said, "many years ago, when I went to Nanyang, I saw a demon saying to confuse the public, so I punished it."


    "Oh?"


    "It''s said that there is a hat that can see the God." old Mr. Chu said, "later, I kept one and tried it. It''s useless to me. But Lin Yuan is very interested in it and often wears it."