"Name" Chen Qiang took out a notebook from his bag and wrote an English word on it, hoping he could recognize it.

Ludwig ......: "This time the man finally got it."

"Ludwig, is it? Good. Chen Qiang directly stuffed the man into the car. He took out an old man's mobile phone from his pocket and stuffed it into the man's pocket while he was still in a daze at the car.

[Chen Qiang's Miaoshou failed 92/10]

"What's that?" The man noticed that Chen Qiang had stuffed something into his pocket.

“This is a gift. It’s yours.” Chen Qiang did not know how the German deaf man spoke English, and wrote on a note in the most concise and crude English words.

[Chen Qiang's speech test 40/70 success]

The man understood what Chen Qiang meant. He was silent and leaned into the back seat of the car. What happened today was so much beyond the limits of his imagination that even it would take him a while to digest.

Chen Qiang took out his mobile phone and typed a new number into the phone book, which was called "Traverser No. 1". When the man accepts the fact that "this phone is now his", the plug-in in Chen Qiang's phone book that displays the current SAN value of the contact can play a role.

For a gentleman who is difficult to communicate with, take a look at his sanity first. If it is 0, it means that he is a believer in some outer god; If not, then consume the reason in the pool of reason and forcibly pull him as an investigator to see his character card.

Chen Qiang didn't believe it, this deaf man who was full of alcohol could have a will value of more than 50!

Then, Chen Qiang saw a number that he had never seen before.

A big "95".

“……”

95？！

Sir, are you really human?

If it weren't for the fact that "mythical interference" has no effect on men, Chen Qiang would have judged that he was a mythical creature in human skin.

Attribute 95 is close to the limits of humanity. When setting the role, investigators generally prohibit the use of characters with an attribute greater than or equal to 91, but this does not mean that there are no humans in the world who can achieve this attribute.

Reason 95 means that his will is likely to be 95 or even 99, the pinnacle of the Iron Heart among mortals.

Germans, deaf, two hundred years ago, the limits of humanity......

In front of Chen Qiang's eyes, a portrait suddenly appeared, which he had seen in his primary school music textbook and middle school Chinese textbook.

"Sir." Chen Qiang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, slowly turned his head.

"FULL NAME," he wrote in capital letters on a slip of paper.

"Ludwig ......" seems to have sensed from the capitalization that Chen Qiang's question is particularly powerful this time, and the man's expression gradually became resolute," Ludwig van Beethoven. ”

……

D city south of the city.

Mr. Howard Todd's private practice.

As a high-end medical institution specializing in serving the wealthy, Mr. Todd has extremely rich medical resources, and his professionalism also allows him not to divulge the privacy of customers, but this time, Chen Qiang did give him a problem.

"God, what kind of patient did you get me?" Mr. Howard Todd complained loudly.

Not far away, Xu Leilei and Dr. Huang who came with them didn't dare to squeak.

"Severe neurosis!" Dr. Howard Todd banged on the glass of the treatment room, where a German guest from 200 years ago was receiving an infusion and fell asleep again, "because of the lack of treatment, severe deafness." Stomach and liver problems, and—"

He glanced down at the test sheet in his hand.

"—mild lead poisoning," said Dr. Howard Todd, who is already fluent in Chinese, "and physical exhaustion." Seriously, why didn't you send him to me sooner? ”

We don't know you! Xu Leilei and Dr. Huang on the side had a headache. And we were going to transfer him to a big hospital......

"You guys go out first, I have something to say to Dr. Todd." Chen Qiang glanced at Xu Leilei and Dr. Huang.

The two immediately withdrew. Only Chen Qiang, Todd, and the ancient visitors who fell asleep again in the treatment room were left in the room.

"Tell you the truth," Dr. Todd has dealt with many difficult cases, perhaps not the most dangerous, but the most bizarre, "and it's a miracle that this man has survived until now." ”

"Since this is already a miracle," Chen Qiang said, "let him stay in your sterile ward for a few more days, and you can make up for some common vaccines for him by the way." ”

Compared with the 18th century, contemporary bacteria and viruses are more ferocious, and Chen Qiang is really worried that Old Man Pei was infected with something before he left the hospital and hung up.

Dr. Todd's eyes widened.

"You don't think he's-"

“…… Nothing has been vaccinated. So please, doctor," Chen Qiang said solemnly, "please let him live." ”

"Is he really German?" Todd, a native of the United States, protested loudly, "He really doesn't come from some primitive tribe in Central Africa, or from the Indian Ocean archipelago—"

"He was indeed German." Chen Qiang's face was expressionless. He is not worried that Dr. Todd will leak Beethoven's existence, in fact, without the help of Chen Qiang and his son, Dr. Todd's private hospital would not be as stable as it is now, and he still owes Chen Qiang and his son a lot of money.

"Damn, that's why I don't like the Germans."

"Why hate Germans?" Chen Qiang was curious.

"Because my last name means 'dead doctor' in German."

Todd, who is now nearing the end of his life, recalls a time when he was in medical school when his German roommate mocked him for five full years.

Chen Qiang couldn't hold back and laughed.

"If you want to laugh, laugh," Todd didn't dare to lose his temper at Chen Qiang after all, "I really don't like Germans, except for those who make music." ”

"Oh? Why? ”

"I love German and Austrian classical music," says Dr. Todd, in all seriousness, "but unfortunately there are fewer and fewer people willing to follow in the footsteps of the masters." ”

"That's great!" Chen Qiang sighed at the white ceiling.

"How do I feel like you have something to say?" Dr. Todd had a great success in psychology.

"Nothing," Chen Qiang said, "I'm curious, what kind of master are you talking about?" Bach, Brahms like that? ”

"Like Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, Brahms," said Dr. Todd, a veteran classical music lover, "they are really God's messengers." Beethoven, in particular, is the master of masters, he is as majestic as the thunder of the gods. ”

Chen Qiang's gaze crossed Todd's shoulder and looked at Lao Bei who was in a coma.

Dude, did you know that the gentleman you said was the Thunder of the Gods is now snoring behind you?

"So, what kind of patient are you looking for me?" Todd, who didn't know the truth, muttered to himself.

Todd had planned to travel to Europe next month for the Berliner Philharmoniker's European May Festival concert, where their new conductor will perform Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny and Pastoral Symphony.

However, Chen Qiang suddenly appeared at this time, and specially instructed Todd that until the patient got better, he must keep an eye on him at all times and not leave.

It's all in vain.

"Luck," Todd thought optimistically, "he's getting better sooner, and I'll be able to make it to the concert." ”