Chapter 664: Don't You Say a Word Today!

Half an hour later.

Zhao Zhe witnessed people coming and going in Mo Chenggui's ward, yet no one noticed Lin Jiuze.

This guy was truly amazing; Zhao Zhe also felt dizzy and dazzled watching him, wondering to himself that Lin Jiuze should go rob a bank—wouldn't that be faster than making money as a doctor?

Lin Jiuze was writing something in a notebook, and when he looked up for the first time, a trace of a disdainful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

But subsequently, Lin Jiuze's expression grew increasingly serious, constantly writing things down and constantly looking up.

Zhao Zhe couldn't bear to watch anymore; he tried his best to catch some of Lin Jiuze's expressions and movements, but his own gaze would involuntarily start to drift.

That feeling was truly nauseating, triggering a nervous reflex; Zhao Zhe had already begun to experience symptoms of stomach discomfort, nausea, and dry heaving.

Was Lin Jiuze blurred out by a mosaic when Nüwa created humans? Zhao Zhe looked at the floor, slandering him in his heart.

After a few minutes, Lin Jiuze came out. "Let's go."

Zhao Zhe's heart jolted; Lin Jiuze's elusive, ghostly vibe was bone-chilling, but he didn't continue to slander him, instead asking, "Doctor Lin, how is it?"

"I don't feel it's lung cancer."

"!!!"

Countless exclamation marks floated above Zhao Zhe's head.

It isn't? It isn't!

The key was that Lin Jiuze had just been scribbling in his notebook like ghost-drawn talismans, yet he said with such certainty that Mo Chenggui didn't have lung cancer.

Although he "humbly" said he felt it wasn't lung cancer, Zhao Zhe believed Lin Jiuze was extremely certain.

"Doctor Lin, then what disease do you consider it to be?" Zhao Zhe lowered his posture significantly, his eyes fixed on the floor; he didn't want to enter active vertigo mode.

"I don't know, it's a bit strange. Wait for the slice CT to see."

Zhao Zhe didn't know if what Lin Jiuze said was true or false; he wanted to ask, but didn't know what to ask, so he could only follow closely behind Lin Jiuze as they returned.

Thinking the whole way, Zhao Zhe still couldn't figure it out.

This person Lin Jiuze was so mysterious; could it be that this was the school motto of Harvard Medical School?

Don't know.

The morning passed uneventfully; Ji Xiang, Zhao Zhe, and Lin Jiuze completed 6 surgeries.

No emotional fluctuations could be seen from Ji Xiang, only that he spoke less today; no matter what Tang Yan said, he didn't answer a single word, to the point that the surgeries were done in extreme silence.

At noon, Ji Xiang didn't eat either, arriving at the Thoracic Surgery Department early.

He didn't go to the ward, but instead flipped through Mo Chenggui's Medical Record in the Doctor's Office.

Reading carefully word by word, Zhao Zhe even felt that if Ji Xiang kept looking, he would look right through the computer screen.

At 1:30 PM, Wang Daxiao and Mo Chenggui walked out, and Liu Zhuren, along with Wu Zong and others, followed to get the examination done.

It was a grand display, looking like... *cough cough cough*, like a full-hospital consultation.

"Xiao Ji, you're here too." Liu Zhuren said, "How did you know?"

"Zhao Ge told me."

Liu Zhuren glanced at Zhao Zhe, but his peripheral vision landed on Lin Jiuze, his mind a blur.

"Zhuren, it was me." Zhao Zhe said, bowing his waist and speaking in a low voice.

Liu Zhuren knew that Zhao Zhe had an excellent relationship with the doctors below; this was also a conventional style of doctors who came from lower-level hospitals.

Generally, when doctors from lower-level hospitals come for further training, they harbor the intention of building good relationships; no matter which department they go to, those with higher emotional intelligence will be adept at socializing.

As for Zhao Zhe, it was normal for him to get along well.

He was thick-skinned, a social butterfly and a chatterbox, familiar with everyone up and down the hospital, and out of respect for Ji Xiang, no one made things difficult for him.

It was likely Wu Zong who told Zhao Zhe.

It didn't matter who said it; it wasn't any secret. Liu Zhuren glanced at Ji Xiang, then began chatting with Mo Chenggui.

Inserting the needle, administering the medicine—only after Mo Chenggui entered the CT Room did Liu Zhuren let out a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Ji, come here." Liu Zhuren beckoned.

"Zhuren."

"As doctors, we experience more life and death than ordinary people." Liu Zhuren said calmly, "Generally, it seems that the more you experience, the more numb you become, but the reality is not like that."

Ji Xiang knew Liu Zhuren was trying to advise him, but he didn't speak, listening quietly.

"The old Zhuren of General Surgery back then developed Liver Cirrhosis and Liver Cancer due to Hepatitis C. After knowing he had Liver Cancer, he was scared to death. After all, having performed Liver Cancer Surgery for a lifetime, the old Zhuren knew exactly what that disease was like."

"Later, he went to Shanghai, first doing Interventional Surgery, then Surgical Operation, and then, knowing full well there were no good Chemotherapy drugs for Liver Cancer, he insisted on Chemotherapy when his body hadn't recovered, and later he even did high-dose Radiotherapy."

"Does it look very stupid?"

"No." Ji Xiang shook his head, "Precisely because he understood, he was afraid; the methods and measures were somewhat extreme. He only saw Tumor cells in his eyes, so it looked slightly biased."

Liu Zhuren nodded, "That's how it was. The old Zhuren lasted less than a year before he passed away. When we sent him off, we said in private that the old Zhuren was mainly scared to death."

Ji Xiang let out a breath.

"I know you have deep feelings for Mo and Wang Daxiao, but the more so, the less you can let emotions dictate your actions. Don't say anything today; no matter what you see, don't say anything."

Ji Xiang nodded.

Liu Zhuren expressed approval of Ji Xiang's obedience.

Regarding such a monstrous young man, Liu Zhuren didn't know what he was thinking either; he said as much as he could, and as for whether he listened, it was no longer important—he had done his best.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Mo Chenggui came out. Liu Zhuren had Wu Zong send Mo Chenggui back to the ward for other examinations, while he himself waited for the reconstructed images to come out.

Unlike a normal CT, a slice enhanced CT can produce normal images, or it can go a step further and be done as a reconstruction.

The director of the CT Room performed it personally, doing the reconstruction bit by bit.

There was a blood vessel entering the space-occupying lesion in Mo Chenggui's right lower lung; when that blood vessel was seen, all of Liu Zhuren's fantasies were shattered.

The imaging showed that the space-occupying lesion in Mo Chenggui's right lower lung was undoubtedly Lung Cancer.

The greatest characteristic of Tumor tissue is making the whole body provide it with sustenance; what that abnormally proliferating blood vessel represented in the eyes of the doctors went without saying.

"Lao Liu, that's about it."

The director of the CT Room, who had finished the reconstruction at top speed, sighed, "It's suspected to be a Malignant Tumor; do you think we should do a PET-CT or a Puncture Biopsy?"

"I don't think that's necessary," Liu Zhuren said. "I'll contact Shanghai Pulmonary Hospital right now and find an Expert to perform the surgery."

The director of the CT Room nodded.

There was no need for any Puncture Pathological Biopsy; the Enhanced CT made it almost certain to be a Malignant Tumor, so cutting it out directly and then performing a major pathology was the best method.

A Puncture Biopsy would have a certain probability of causing metastasis; although the probability was not high, there was no disagreement regarding the condition of Mo Chenggui.

And a PET-CT was also meaningless.

"Alright, hurry up on your end. Just call me if you need me to do anything. We're all family, no need to be polite," the director of the CT Room said.

"Director, why do I feel like it doesn't look like a Malignant Tumor?"

Just as the two directors were finalizing the plan, Ji Xiang suddenly spoke up.

(End of chapter)