"Boss, your refusal today is too direct, but I like this approach."
Su Yun asked with a smile as he walked out of the imperial capital.
"I don't really like Director Zhu." Zheng Ren looked at the night and said softly: "The patient is not so serious in the first place, although I know that I have little to do with him."
"I don't like him either, but that's not the reason you said." Su Yun said with a smile, "Zhu Liangchen seems to be good, but compared to Zhou Chunyong, he is countless light years behind."
"no the same."
"You can't be too strict. I've also encountered this kind of patient. If his family is poor, he didn't do the second-stage surgery. It will depend on his fate when he gets sick in the future." Su Yundao.
"Well, I know that's the case, but I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Boss, do you feel that your mentality has changed after winning the Nobel Prize?" Su Yun asked.
"No."
"I feel it." Su Yundao said, "In the past, you would not easily express your dissatisfaction. Instead, you would look at this kind of thing from the perspective of others, and then do your own thing. You are a person with superior ability. Does great responsibility come with great responsibility? Or is it already showing signs of becoming a top student?"
Su Yun spoke very vaguely and did not face the essence of the problem directly, but he clearly pointed out an emotional and psychological change that Zheng Ren himself had not noticed.
Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment and stopped.
"Just be an ostrich and do your own thing well. Is it because I used to criticize you for being an ostrich? Do you think you need to change?" Su Yun's mouth showed a nice arc.
Zheng Ren tilted his head slightly and looked into Su Yun's eyes.
"What are you looking at me for?" Su Yun frowned and blew lightly, his black hair floating in front of his forehead.
"It's okay, do you have any cigarettes?"
"Call a cab."
"Back off, I'll have a cigarette before leaving." Zheng Ren said.
Su Yun nodded, took out his cell phone and returned Di's car first, then took out his cigarette, flicking his wrist and a cigarette jumped out.
Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette and pressed it gently with his lips.
The fire ignited, and light and darkness danced on Zheng Ren's face, like an elf.
The smoke slowly rose, and no matter how noisy and lively the imperial capital was in the middle of the night, it fell into a kind of silence.
Neither of them spoke, but smoked silently.
Concentrate on smoking, concentrate on stubbing out the cigarette butt, throw it into the trash can, and concentrate on walking out.
Su Yun ordered a car, and the two returned home in silence.
The light was left on at home, and Heizi waited sleepily for Zheng Ren and Su Yun to come back. Until this time, Zheng Ren felt that no matter where he was, home was the best.
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Xiao Shitou's condition is relatively stable. According to the reports sent by Bota in the past few days, the number of free tumor cells in the blood has further decreased. It's just that his cough didn't get better, and instead of decreasing, his phlegm increased slightly.
Zheng Ren was a little confused by the clear phlegm that looked like water. Judging from the condition of the small stones before the operation, this shouldn't be the case.
Zheng Ren even asked Bota to shoot a video, the content of which was to check the phlegm coughed up by Xiao Shitou.
The bacterial culture was negative, and all tests were negative. The sputum was as clear as water, and the amount was quite large. In response to Yu Xiaoshitou's situation, Bota performed an invasive operation after communicating with Zheng Ren, taking pathological tissue biopsies to search for cancer cells and research new drugs.
Zheng Ren was not sure what this was, but Zheng Ren left the small stone he had planned to come back with in the past few days in Bota.
Zheng Ren was still worried that his body could not withstand the long flight, and Zheng Ren could no longer sit still. He even wanted to fly to Germany again.
If Gao Shaojie hadn't gone back to the provincial capital to go through the resignation procedures in the past few days, Zheng Ren might have just left.
Gao Shaojie was not here, and Professor Rudolf Wagner was not here, but Zheng Ren still took Lin Yuan and Gu Xiaoran for surgery very carefully.
Even though the level of both of them is now remarkable, and they are enough to lead a group of professors in a prefecture-level city or even a provincial-level hospital, Zheng Ren still feels uneasy.
The morning operation didn't take long. Everything in the department was already on track and everyone was performing their duties.
In the afternoon, Zheng Ren sat in his seat with a pile of red thread beside him. While looking at the fifth edition of surgery on his lap, he seemed to be weaving the red rope.
"Boss Zheng, I have a film for you to take a look at." Zhao Wenhua walked in, holding a film in his hand.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren responded, and the fingers weaving the red rope moved quickly, "What patient?"
"An old classmate from my hometown has been working at home and has been coughing for several years." Zhao Wenhua said respectfully. "A chest X-ray showed inflammation, so he was reluctant to do the expensive examination. Taking anti-inflammatory drugs had some effect at first. But over the years, the effect has become worse and worse.”
As Zhao Wenhua spoke, he sighed and glanced behind him. This expression and movement means...the patient has a tumor.
There is no way to say it clearly, I can only show it with my eyes.
Zheng Ren understood and took a look. There was a young man standing at the door. He was a little embarrassed and didn't know whether to come in or not.
His system panel was clean and slightly red, probably due to the exhaustion from the long journey to the imperial capital.
This person is not the patient himself, but a family member of the patient. Zheng Ren made a judgment.
Putting the braided red rope aside, Zheng Ren stood up, took the film from Zhao Wenhua's hand and inserted it into the reader.
The image shows extensive inflammation in the right lung, so the diagnosis of pneumonia is definitely no problem. But it was just a plain chest X-ray from the front, not even a CT scan.
"Professor Zhao, is this the only picture?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Well, this is what the child urged his father to take. The conditions in his hometown can't be compared with ours..." Zhao Wenhua said and shook his head gently.
"Antibiotics, what happened next?"
"I coughed up blood a few days ago and said it was wrong. I estimated it was a few milliliters," Zhao Wenhua said. "I only coughed up twice. My family was frightened, so they took my classmate to the hospital for a checkup."
"Did you just take antibiotics for coughing before?" Zheng Ren asked, looking at the timid young man at the door.
The young man tiptoed in and nodded, "Well, I'll feel better if I take some anti-inflammatory medicine at home in a few days. The temperature dropped in the past two days, and my dad seemed to have caught a cold, and his cough became severe again."
Zheng Ren held his arms and watched the movie without interrupting his statement.
"I thought it was still the same problem, maybe bronchitis, so I asked the doctor to give my dad fluids at home. But the next day he coughed up blood, which scared me, so I went to the countryside to get this checkup."
There was only one plain X-ray and the patient hadn't come yet. Zheng Ren sighed slightly.
There was indeed something wrong with the film. Zheng Ren took out the pen from his jacket pocket and clicked on the film.
"Professor Zhao, I feel something is wrong here." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.