Arriving at the special needs ward, Zhou Chunyong and Lin Ge were waiting at the gate early in the morning.
"Director Zhou, thank you very much this time." Zheng Ren stretched out his hand with a smile on his face and thanked Zhou Chunyong seriously.
"Boss Zheng, look at what you said." Zhou Chunyong laughed loudly, "If you are not at home, this is not what I should do."
Zheng Ren looked at Zhou Chunyong and thought he should say something serious at this time. But Zheng Ren felt that no matter what he said, it would be embarrassing, so he had to remain silent.
"Director Zhou, you really helped me a lot this time. Don't leave tonight, let's have a meal together." Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren and said with a smile: "Come on, let me introduce you. This is the patient's father. We The old director’s good friend, Brother Wang.”
"Brother Wang, this is the director of the Imperial University of Hepatobiliary Interventional Science, Director Zhou Chunyong, a friend of our boss."
Su Yun's few words made Zhou Chunyong feel a little buoyant.
Friend... Am I considered Boss Zheng’s friend
Even though a kind word was free of charge, I still had a busy day running around. But with just these two words, Zhou Chunyong felt that it was worth the price of admission.
After shaking hands with Taoist Wang, Su Yun introduced Lin Ge to Taoist Wang, and they turned around and went upstairs.
"The child got better after being injected with lidocaine. He said he was hungry at midnight last night, so I asked my wife to cook some white porridge and bring it to him." Zhou Chunyong said, "But after the anesthetic wore off, the pain started again. I didn't see it until it was too late. I’ll call you and ask if I need another injection of lidocaine.”
"Yeah." Zheng Ren also knew that Zhou Chunyong was really interested, but he was not good at expressing it, so he just responded.
After meeting Taoist Wang's son, Zheng Ren had an idea. The diagnosis given by the system panel, in addition to some ion disorders, clearly showed a styloid process syndrome.
Zheng Ren expressed satisfaction with this.
I can be proud of my own remote consultation and a clear diagnosis after just a few diagnostic treatments.
My current level of clinical practice can be said to be quite good.
"Boss Zheng, your surgical skills are high, and your diagnosis skills are really high!" Zhou Chunyong saw Taoist Wang sitting on the bedside and felt sorry for his son. Boss Zheng had a calm face, knowing that he knew what he was thinking, so he seized the opportunity to flatter him.
"Director Zhou, your frontal and lateral x-rays of the styloid process are also very good." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "The position is just right. At that time, I was worried that if the x-ray was not done well, the diagnosis would not be possible."
"I did it when I was young. Although small hospitals at the prefectural and municipal levels can do it now, the level is just that, and it is definitely not as good as an experienced person like me." Zhou Chunyong is also not modest.
In that film, it can be said that Zhou Chunyong spent his entire life and demonstrated his technical level to the fullest.
Sure enough, Boss Zheng's eyes were bright and he could see it right away.
Zheng Ren was relieved when he saw that the diagnosis was clear and it was just a minor problem. He and Zhou Chunyong went to the reception room outside and sat down to wait for Taoist Wang.
As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Zhou Chunyong's phone rang.
He was a little embarrassed, stood up, and took out his mobile phone. He was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to apologize to Boss Zheng, but he seemed to have forgotten about it and walked out directly.
"Old Zhou has something to do," Su Yun said.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren didn't care about Zhou Chunyong's personal affairs, "Director Zhou is caring."
"Boss, you have to get used to this." Su Yun whispered: "In order to flatter you, there will be more things like this in the future."
Zheng Ren shook his head, noncommittal.
A few minutes later, Zhou Chunyong came back with an ugly face and said apologetically: "Boss Zheng, I'm really sorry, I won't go to dinner. An old friend of mine seems to be dying."
"What's the disease?" Zheng Ren asked calmly.
For doctors, separation between life and death is normal. I’ve seen him a lot, and he’s somewhat indifferent.
"Lung cancer is in the late stage." Zhou Chunyong sighed, "I was fine two months ago, but I had a small heart problem and had a radiofrequency ablation. You said this... Oh, why is it in the late stage all of a sudden?"
"Were you fine two months ago?" Zheng Ren wondered.
Lung cancer, even small cell lung cancer, which progresses the fastest, will not be so fast. But in special circumstances, no one can say for sure.
Zhou Chunyong's excitement waned and he nodded.
"Are there any movies?" Zheng Ren asked.
Zhou Chunyong hesitated for a moment. If anyone else had asked this question, he would have either cursed him or walked away.
But Boss Zheng... forget it, it's not a big deal to watch a movie, it's just a twenty-minute delay.
"Boss Zheng, please wait a moment." Zhou Chunyong said, "I'll ask the other party to pass the film over."
With that said, he started to contact.
"Is lung cancer in the late stage? Two months is too fast." Su Yun whispered.
"Let's talk about it after watching the movie." Zheng Ren was also a little confused.
Soon, Zhou Chunyong came back with his mobile phone. Su Yun created a group and invited Zhou Chunyong into it.
This flattered Zhou Chunyong.
There was only Boss Zheng, Su Yun and himself in a small group, which made him a little excited. Unfortunately, the condition of his old friend changed so suddenly, and Zhou Chunyong was in a gloomy mood.
"Boss Zheng, there are two pictures. One is from the hospital just three days ago. The other is just checked. That side judged that the condition was progressing too fast and the person... might not survive." Zhou Chunyong's voice became deeper and deeper.
He sent the film to the group chat. Zheng Ren and Su Yun said nothing and looked down at the film.
The radiograph taken at the time of admission showed a shadow at the hilus of the left lung, accompanied by left upper pneumonia, atelectasis, and enlarged mediastinal lymph nodes.
After scanning it, Zheng Ren started to watch the second movie.
The first one is an ordinary plain CT scan, and the second one, which is today’s film, is an enhanced chest CT scan.
The film showed left hilar soft tissue shadow, left bronchial wall thickening with enhancement, left hilar and mediastinal lymph node enlargement, left upper lobe inflammation, and left mid- to large-scale pleural effusion.
Very typical imaging manifestations of central lung cancer.
"Boss Zheng, the tumor markers have increased and time is a bit tight, so I didn't ask for it." Zhou Chunyong added.
Zheng Ren didn't speak, but watched the film carefully, frowning.
Zhou Chunyong didn't understand. With such typical imaging data and increased tumor markers, shouldn't the diagnosis be confirmed at a glance, and then...
Alas, thinking of this, he sighed.
"His illness was so sudden. I really didn't expect it." After Zhou Chunyong finished speaking, the room was still quiet and cold. Not only Zheng Ren didn't speak, but Su Yun didn't speak either.
Zhou Chunyong felt that two machines were roaring around him, searching for the possibility of lesions based on the image data.
Could it be that I saw it wrong? Zhou Chunyong was stunned. He glanced at Zheng Ren and Su Yun, sat down silently, turned on his phone and watched the movie again.