"Xiao Zhang, I'm terribly sorry, but he's flying to the States tomorrow, so I had to rush you over like this!"

In the car, Wu Youdao offered Zhang Yang an apologetic remark. He had intended to arrange a visit for later in the evening or afternoon, but when he called today, he learned his old friend was leaving for America unexpectedly, for a whole month. He had no choice but to bring Zhang Yang along sooner. His friend was traveling to the US because of this ailment; a doctor there was researching his specific condition, and this trip was reportedly for a promising follow-up consultation, coupled with a comprehensive recuperation program.

"Sir, you are too kind; I happened to have nothing pressing today!" Zhang Yang said softly. He truly was free. Mi Xue was still in the ward reviewing the documents brought by Gu Cheng. Some departments filed applications purely for monetary gain, while others were for genuine activities, though few of the meaningful ones remained. She and Gu Cheng were focused on identifying those truly worthwhile endeavors to provide them with authentic support. Only by properly supporting these activities could the Student Union truly demonstrate its purpose and ensure these funds were put to proper use.

"Here is his medical record; please review it first!" Wu Youdao retrieved a file from the back seat. This was a Mercedes-Benz, specifically arranged by Wu Youdao's friend to pick up Zhang Yang—they needed to show appropriate respect. Unfortunately, this vintage Mercedes failed to capture Zhang Yang's attention; he barely noticed the car. In his previous life, Zhang Yang owned far superior vehicles. The former Zhang Yang was someone who deeply enjoyed life, which is why he often made house calls to treat the wealthy. Everyone knew his consultation fees were exceedingly high.

"Alright." The medical file was slim; Wu Youdao had already organized and condensed it before handing it over. There was no need to present extraneous details that would only waste time. The content wasn't extensive but was meticulously documented. Zhang Yang initially read with a slight smile, but as he progressed, his brow furrowed, and a look of surprise touched his face.

"Xiao Zhang, what is it?" Zhang Yang's reaction made Wu Youdao slightly anxious. His friend’s illness was indeed troublesome, with the most notable characteristic in the records being its volatility and adverse reactions to numerous medications, significantly complicating treatment.

"Nothing, nothing at all. I was just thinking, such a complex presentation of asthma is quite rare!" Zhang Yang quickly shook his head and chuckled. Wu Youdao immediately nodded, not doubting Zhang Yang’s words; his friend’s condition was indeed notoriously complex, giving even him headaches. What Wu Youdao didn't know was the profound astonishment churning within Zhang Yang. Park-Zhang Syndrome. The medical record of Wu Youdao’s friend perfectly matched every characteristic of Park-Zhang Syndrome—a condition that the previous life's Zhang Yang had co-solved with the renowned German physician Dr. Park back in 2010. Thanks to their efforts, this rare asthmatic disease was named Park-Zhang Syndrome by the World Health Organization, commemorating their contribution. Because of this achievement, they were both nominated for the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Although they didn't ultimately win, it demonstrated the profound significance of their breakthrough. Of course, the name didn't exist yet; in this time, the condition was still called 'Multiple **-Type Asthma,' a disease that stumped countless hospitals worldwide.

Wu Youdao sighed softly and continued, "Xiao Zhang, I won't hide it from you. He has suffered from this illness for many years. He has traveled all over the world and consulted numerous eminent doctors, yet it remains incurable. That’s why he wasn't overly enthusiastic about my recommendation this time!" Looking at Zhang Yang, he added, "I don't know where you acquired your medical skills, but I know you possess some miraculous methods unknown to us. If you can help him, I sincerely hope you will!" Wu Youdao’s appeal was heartfelt, yet he left one thing unsaid: the persistent intuition that Zhang Yang held the key to his old friend’s illness.

"Elder Wu, please rest assured, I will do my utmost!" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, marveling inwardly at Wu Youdao’s friend’s luck. While he couldn't speak for other diseases, concerning this specific one, he dared say that currently, he was the only person in the world capable of treating it. Park-Zhang Syndrome was the result of his and Dr. Park’s joint endeavors; he knew it intimately. For him, such a condition presented no real difficulty.

"Elder Wu, you mentioned he consulted many world-renowned doctors. Did he ever visit Germany?" Zhang Yang asked quietly, a smile on his face. Seeing the medical record brought back memories of his past-life colleague, the distinguished German respiratory specialist, Dr. Park. He wondered how Park was faring in this timeline.

"He did. He saw several famous German doctors: Dr. Bihl, Dr. Salik, and Professor Pason all consulted with him, but ultimately, none could find a solution," Wu Youdao replied immediately. He cared deeply about his friend’s condition and knew exactly which leading doctors he had seen. The individuals mentioned were considered the most authoritative experts in asthma treatment in Germany.

"Germany. Is there a doctor named Park? I seem to recall that name; isn't he considered the foremost expert in German asthma treatment?" Zhang Yang’s eyebrow twitched subtly, but his expression remained unchanged as he asked nonchalantly.

"Park? No. The most famous doctor for asthma in Germany is Dr. Pason; he’s sixty-five now. There is no one named Park!" Wu Youdao shook his head. He might not know every famous doctor in Germany, but he was certain about asthma specialists. He had personally accompanied his friend during his visits to Germany.

"No one?" Zhang Yang paused for a moment. In his past life, Park held immense prestige in Germany and globally; he was practically the authority on asthma. Zhang Yang recalled that Park had established his reputation in the mid-nineties, becoming globally renowned by '98. They met in 2005 and began jointly tackling Park-Zhang Syndrome in late 2008. After a year of collaboration and effort, they conquered the difficult problem. Their joint work was praised by many at the time, and solving such a global crisis in just over a year was hailed by many as a miracle. Such a figure could not be unknown.

"There truly is no one. Perhaps you misremembered, or maybe your friend meant Dr. Pason?" Wu Youdao shook his head again. He was very clear about the leading asthma specialists in Germany and was certain the person Zhang Yang mentioned did not exist.

"Perhaps I did misremember," Zhang Yang softly shook his head, maintaining a smile, yet an inexpressible sense of complexity filled him. He was certain Pason was not Park. In his previous life, when they shared the honor, Park was only fifty-two. Being relatively young, they were often complimented by their international peers. However, he knew Wu Youdao wouldn't lie to him. This meant only one explanation, one answer existed. In this world, Park either did not exist, or, more accurately, the person named Park was not in this world. This brought to mind a statement from the system: because of his presence, all individuals directly related to his former life would cease to exist in this world. At the time, Zhang Yang assumed this only applied to his grandfather. He hadn't expected that someone as closely connected to his professional life as Park would also be absent. This implied that perhaps many friends and collaborators from his past life might vanish from this reality. The current Zhang Yang had no way of knowing how many people connected to his past life remained in this new timeline.

"Foreign names can sometimes be hard to recall; I often mix them up too. It happens. We are almost there; have you finished reviewing the medical record?" Wu Youdao nodded, completely oblivious to Zhang Yang’s internal turmoil, assuming Zhang Yang had simply confused Pason’s name with Park’s, as the pronunciation was similar, differing by only one phonetic element.

"I'm finished. Your friend is quite fortunate!" Zhang Yang smiled and nodded. He had glanced at the file only once, yet he could already deduce much that wasn't written down. Every manifestation of this condition was cataloged in his mind. In his previous life, he had devoted considerable effort to this disease. Those efforts were not in vain; they hadn't solved a trivial matter. Many experts had confidently predicted that no one would solve this condition within twenty years, and the two of them had delivered a stunning rebuttal to those self-assured specialists.

"Fortunate, yes, his luck has always been quite good!" Wu Youdao paused, completely baffled by Zhang Yang’s sudden remark, but he readily agreed. Zhang Yang smiled and said no more. There was no need, nor was it possible, for him to explain. If he tried to explain, it would be incoherent. How could he tell Wu Youdao that in his previous life, he was the first person to solve this disease and was nominated for the Nobel Prize? If he said that, and Wu Youdao didn't believe him, he would sound insane. If Wu Youdao did believe him, he might end up in a laboratory, becoming a guinea pig for some mysterious organization, subjected to constant study—which would be far worse.

The car pulled into a villa complex, finally stopping before a three-story mansion. This villa was situated toward the rear of the complex, a location Zhang Yang seemed to recall from his memories—it was the enclave for Changjing's elite, where the wealthiest residents lived. In his former recollections, Zhou Yichen had once boasted about this area. Zhou Yichen had claimed that mere wealth couldn't buy property here; his uncle, Zhou Ming, had used connections to purchase a smaller, two-story villa in the periphery at a high price. The large villas in the farthest section were reserved for truly significant figures. After the car stopped, Zhang Yang surveyed his surroundings. If Zhou Yichen hadn't been exaggerating in his memory, the villa before him belonged to one of those 'major figures.'

"Brother Wu, I apologize for not being here personally to greet you today. Please forgive my oversight!" Upon entering, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses quickly approached. Zhang Yang took a careful look at him; this man was Wu Youdao's old friend and his patient for the day. C