When Dr. Rafson walked out of the CT room, he saw the gloomy faces of everyone.
He realized something and immediately asked: "What happened? Is there really a tumor?"
"Doctor, in your CT images, you can see..." Dr. Rafson's assistant explained intermittently, speaking very slowly, organizing his words as he spoke.
"The film, I want to see the film! I want the most authoritative diagnostic analysis!" Dr. Rafson had already seen his future and he said loudly involuntarily.
Like a passerby walking in the dark, using his voice to encourage him, Dr. Rafson was already panicking at this moment.
But when the film appeared in front of Dr. Rafson, he, a person who did not understand medical care, saw the image of a space-occupying lesion of about 3cm in the right lower lung at a glance.
Malignant tumor! A tumor that didn’t exist 88 days ago! ! What Zheng said turned out to be right! ! !
Dr. Rafson felt a little dizzy. What was originally a "vicious" curse turned out to be a fact!
However, Principal Zhang and the others have not yet escaped from the negative emotions such as surprise, shock, fear, and confusion.
Dr. Rafson immediately asked to return home, feeling that he was cursed rather than sick.
I got lung cancer when I came to the Imperial Capital. If I didn't hurry up and leave, I might have advanced lung cancer if I delayed it for two more days, and there was no good way to treat it.
By then, it will be too late to regret.
At this moment, Dr. Rafson had fallen into a state of extreme regret and was unable to extricate himself.
If I had known that Dr. Zheng was a doctor who could compete with Mr. Kerry... No, that was just one of them. He is the one who can cure the witch Marys, how dare I offend him!
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Zheng Ren did not receive the image data, and he was not in a hurry. Dr. Rafson's illness should not be treated in the Imperial Capital.
After chatting with Christian, it was already dark.
Taking advantage of the lack of sunshine, Christian was sent away, while Maris stayed in the imperial capital, waiting for Zheng Ren's treatment.
In fact, Zheng Ren felt that the entire 3D scanning and image reconstruction was perfect. Anyone can do the surgery, but it just needs to be done slowly and carefully.
But both Christian and Maris rejected this. In Maris' words, Zheng Ren has a pair of hands that have been kissed by God, and it is impossible to replace them with someone else.
So be it, Zheng Ren accepted this "big job" helplessly.
A few days later, Zheng Ren performed the first operation on Maris. The trauma was not serious, and 302g of fat was transplanted.
This is the first step in a lengthy surgical process.
Through postoperative observation, Zheng Ren modified and fine-tuned the surgical method and moved forward step by step.
Zheng Ren didn't dare to be careless about Maryse's surgery. This had nothing to do with her being a legendary witch.
Because this operation requires too many times, if the completion rate of each operation is 95%, Zheng Ren is worried that the overall operation completion rate will drop to an outrageous level over time.
But it seems that she is recovering quite well after the operation, and there are no complications. Everything is progressing in a good direction.
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The days are still the same, but as he works longer in 912 and broadcasts live surgeries, the volume of Zheng Ren’s surgeries becomes larger and larger.
Recently, Zheng Ren has almost no time to go to the emergency department for a walk.
Not to mention the emergency department, there are very few times where I sit leisurely near the window every afternoon while basking in the sun, while holding the fifth edition of surgery in the system library to read.
There was TIPS surgery in the morning and live surgery in the afternoon. Although it was busy and uneventful, Zheng Ren didn't think anything of it.
The newly opened energy value has never dropped below 1,000 points. Zheng Ren is deeply satisfied that he always has enough energy.
On this day, there was only one operation in the afternoon. After completing the operation, Zheng Ren sat in his old position and felt a little empty in his heart.
Maybe it's because I've had too many surgeries recently and I haven't had time to do art, Zheng Ren thought. Once I switch from a busy state to a free state, I feel a little uncomfortable.
It seemed that he hadn't read a novel for a long time. Zheng Ren sat quietly on his seat in the sun, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.
It has indeed been a long time. It seems that the last time I read the novel was when I was the resident general in Haicheng.
After that, I went on a mission and went to 912 for earthquake relief. When I came back, I worked hard for TIPS surgery and the Nobel Prize.
Is a hobby, almost the only hobby, just given up? (Note 1)
Zheng Ren smiled, took out his mobile phone and opened the novel app.
I still remember reading more than a dozen books at that time. I raised the little one for a year, and I don’t know how many of them are still alive.
Sure enough, more than half of the more than a dozen books were eaten by Zheng Ren, which is quite a pity.
He clicked on a novel that he once liked but ended with an angry chapter, and looked at it with regret.
Between the lines, Zheng Ren can feel the author's anger. There are many barriers in the heart, which makes people feel emotional.
What a pity, Zheng Ren thought to himself.
As he watched, something moved in his mind, how was that little boy
A long time ago, when I first arrived at 912, I met a little boy with terminal cancer. He naughtily played games while his mother was communicating with Director Qi, and asked Zheng Ren to watch for him.
After that, for a period of time, he seemed to always mention in his QQ chat that his illness was getting better.
Zheng Ren didn't believe it, and he thought of some possibility.
Although I experienced more life and death in the hospital, I gradually became calmer. But facing an eccentric little boy, Zheng Ren still couldn't bear to watch him wither away so early.
So I don’t know since when, Zheng Ren has not logged into Q again, nor has he visited the little boy again.
This afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. The soft parts of Zheng Ren's heart, which had always been as stone-like, were warmed by a ray of sunshine, and his whole body became a little softer.
He switched the interface to the QQ login position and pondered for a long time.
Although Zheng Ren was calm to the point of indifference, indifferent to the point of callousness, no matter when he was seeing a doctor, undergoing surgery or emergency rescue. But that’s just professionalism and professional needs.
On such an afternoon, facing a little flower that was about to wither before it bloomed, he hesitated.
Until finally, Zheng Ren pressed the login button.
Maybe it's fate, maybe it's fate, maybe it's the warm sunshine in the afternoon that makes people's hearts change.
After Zheng Ren logged in, he saw in his friend status that the little boy had just updated a comment 12 minutes ago.
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Note 1: When I established the Q group, I felt the pressure suddenly increased. I had been playing a mobile game for two and a half years, and then I gave up on it. Occasionally I think of it, but it can only be used as a memory. The beautiful memories exist in my past life.