"Hello." Zheng Ren smiled and stretched out his hand.
The man was listless. He made a fool of himself with his hand and then retracted it.
Su Yun was a little unhappy.
After all, he was brought back from the brink of death twice. This man didn't even say a polite word. Does he regard himself as an uncle
If that's the case, why don't you come? You think the surgery was not done well, so you flew from Chengdu to the Imperial Capital to find fault
Zheng Ren felt something wrong with Su Yun. He stepped sideways and stood in front of Su Yun. He smiled and said, "What's your surname? You must be the one to perform the mission."
Su Yun stopped talking when he heard about the mission.
But this guy had the attitude of having given up on life long ago, and I really couldn't wait to see him.
"Shi Huairu, um, Boss Zheng, thank you for what happened before." Shi Huairu still looked listless and said a word of thanks in a voice that only he could hear.
As for emotions such as sincerity, Zheng Ren didn't feel it at all.
"Oh, it's okay." Zheng Ren smiled, "Have your injuries healed?"
"No, this is not a mission, so they just threw me here." Shi Huairu complained, "My whole body hurts, especially my stomach. I feel uncomfortable all the time. Sometimes I also have a slab-shaped abdomen. I highly suspect it is an aortic stent. The sequelae of irritation.”
Shi Huairu paused.
Zheng Ren took a closer look at the system panel. It was only light red, and several small fractures in non-critical parts were also in the healing process. These parts are not load-bearing bones and do not affect walking at all.
It can be said that Shi Huairu is not completely healthy, but as long as he does not exercise strenuously, he will be fine.
Slab-shaped belly... This guy is pretty good at bullshitting.
"What other symptoms are there?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.
He knew how difficult the turbulence physics model he had been talking about with Dr. Mehar and Dr. Olson these days was.
The person in front of me is probably a master of domestic physics, and he also needs to have an amazing memory or a deep understanding of turbulence.
Otherwise, even if you follow him from the side, it may be of no use.
Coupled with what Su Yun said about the code farmer, Zheng Ren recalled that the guy in front of him seemed to be talking about code when he was unconscious.
"As soon as my heart beats, I feel stomach pain, starting from the aorta and pulling the surrounding connective tissue, giving me a pinprick-like pain." Shi Huairu said worriedly.
Zheng Ren smiled.
This is the most typical mental symptom, and Shi Huairu is fine.
Su Yun glanced at him, unsure of the meaning, and said nothing for the time being. He saw that Zheng Ren's attitude was particularly gentle, even when faced with "looking for trouble".
"Let's go, let me try to give you an injection." Zheng Ren said: "Imported medicine, specially used to treat neuropathic pain after aortic dissection and aneurysm stent surgery. I brought it back when I went to Mayo a few days ago. You It’s not even early.”
Shi Huairu didn't move.
He lazily rolled his eyelids and glanced at Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren felt slightly strange.
"Boss Zheng, don't you think I am hysterical, and then just give me some salt water or something, and tell me that the disease will be cured?" Shi Huairu asked.
"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.
"..." Su Yun was speechless.
Isn’t this very clear? Why do I still have self-induced symptoms
Zheng Ren shook his head and said, "Mr. Shi, don't you understand this? To be honest with you, there will definitely be no symptoms after aortic dissection aneurysm surgery."
"but I… "
"No one in the world can do this surgery better than me. Other doctors have done dozens or millions of cases, but there are no relevant reports. Do you mean you have a special constitution or am I not good enough?" Zheng Ren had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Hey, how did you become a doctor?" Shi Huairu suddenly smiled, "I just want to take a sick leave and have a good rest."
"..." So it turned out he was a sick patient? Zheng Ren really didn't expect this.
"I can't take your sick leave."
"It won't be long, just three to five years. I still have a lot..." Shi Huairu was glued to the wall like a mural. Zheng Ren had no doubt that he would not fall even if his feet were off the ground.
But this guy... why does he look so unreliable
"Leave your contact information and I'll let you know when I'm ready to start." Zheng Ren originally wanted to have a nice talk, but the person in front of him had a really weird temper and couldn't communicate.
"Then I'll go back and lie down. After standing for a long time, my whole body feels uncomfortable, all kinds of fatigue, dizziness, and now I'm starting to have symptoms of wanting to vomit." Shi Huairu didn't ask when Zheng Ren would contact him. Today Why not start the mission, but just float away like a paper airplane.
"Hey! Leave a phone number and WeChat message. I'll go see Dr. Mehar in a moment. I'm afraid you won't be able to leave recently." Zheng Ren really wanted to cover his eyes, but Shi Huairu was so lazy that he couldn't see.
"Su Yun, contact him." After Zheng Ren said that, he fell silent like a stone and walked into the office.
After about a minute, Su Yun walked in with a smile.
"Boss, that person just now was not simple." Su Yun said with a smile.
"Yes, I can see it." Zheng Ren said, "But is this attitude really good?"
"Whatever, it has nothing to do with us." Su Yun said with a smile: "This is the information of Mr. Qin Lu of the Qin family in Xiangjiang, sent by Zou Yugang."
But they didn't have time to watch. It was already eight o'clock and the shift started.
After shift handover, ward rounds, and telling Chang Yue and Liu Zewei to prepare for surgery tomorrow, Zheng Rencai sat down at the desk with his notebook.
The information is very detailed, and the examinations performed by these wealthy people in Hong Kong are all of the highest level. For example, genetic testing for cardiac channelopathy may seem like a sky-high price test to ordinary people, but to them it is just an ordinary test.
The inspection results were all electronic data, and it took Zheng Ren nearly half an hour to read them all.
"Su Yun, are you sure about that?" Zheng Ren had some doubts.
"There is no other good diagnosis. We can only treat it as Alzheimer's disease." Su Yundao: "The other diagnosis is acute narcolepsy, but there is no clinical evidence."
"It doesn't look like it." Zheng Ren pulled out the head CT image on the computer, repeatedly zoomed in and out, and finally landed on a point and said: "There is a problem here, a slight lack of blood supply to the brain. It can be diagnosed. I don't think there's any other definite diagnosis other than that."
On imaging, the cerebral cortex, hippocampus and medial temporal lobe areas were slightly atrophied.
But for an old man in his eighties, this kind of shrinkage is already considered very mild. Compared with his peers, Qin Lu's body can be said to be as strong as a cow.
"What symptoms?"
"I say I have to sleep for more than 20 hours a day, and sometimes I fall asleep while eating. After falling asleep, the quality of sleep is extremely low. The nightmares are so vivid that I can describe them by myself after I wake up."
"That's it..." Zheng Ren held his chin with his right hand, placed his left hand under his right armpit, and began to look at the image on the computer screen.