Chapter 1011: 990 Again Requesting a Renowned Doctor

Zheng Ren pondered what Zou Jia Hua had just said——last night cardiac arrest occurred again.

According to theory, the frequency of heart ion channel disease attacks shouldn't be this fast; having ion pump stoppage and cardiac arrest for two consecutive days is quite rare.

But the diagnosis given by the system panel remains heart ion channel disease, unchanged.

For a disease caused by genetic-level changes, Zheng Ren also doesn't know what the triggering factor is; as for research directions, they're even more like castles in the air, illusory and untouchable.

Zheng Ren even suspects that existing medical research on heart ion channel disease is wrong, wrong from the start.

This kind of thing is not without precedent.

For example, in 1996, a report pointed out that the SLC6A4 gene plays an extremely important role in the generation of depression.

For the diagnosis and treatment of depression, this discovery is an extremely major breakthrough.

But 23 years later, one day, upon waking, researchers worldwide saw a message——the SLC6A4 gene has nothing to do with depression at all.

Over these 23 years, the countless funds, material resources, and manpower invested all came to nothing. At the time, a British researcher tore up the data, took photos, and posted them on social media.

For a lifetime, it's basically been rendered useless. In the face of unknown fate, all researchers were powerless to fight back.

That photo is heartbreaking.

But scientific research is often trial and error. Now we can use genetic testing to determine ion channel disease, but who knows if that's really the case?

For genetic-level diseases, the world is in a state of trial and error.

Now, Zheng Ren still tends to believe in the Big Pig Trotter.

After all, from first contact to now, the Big Pig Trotter has never made a mistake, giving out unreliable diagnoses.

He could give it a try; Zheng Ren finally made up his mind.

Zou Jia Hua also seemed to have something on his mind, but he walked downstairs side by side with Zheng Ren without saying a word.

He is over forty, in his prime. Whether body, experience, connections, or funds, he is at his peak.

For a businessman, if he were to die unknowingly right now, that would truly be dying with unresolved grievances.

But it's the same for anyone.

The shadow of death looms over Zou Jia Hua's head; he even feels anxious about taking a nap, trying to avoid it as much as possible.

Being alive feels more like a torment to him.

There are especially many patients and their families in Ward 912, so Zou Jia Hua simply didn't have his subordinates call the elevator; instead, he walked downstairs with Zheng Ren.

All of this is unfamiliar to him, but to show sincerity he still came personally to see Zheng Ren.

Seeking medical help, sincerity brings efficacy; the words Su Yun said that day were striking to the deaf and awakening to the dumb.

Zou Jia Hua no longer considers feasibility; the Mayo Clinic Medical Center gave advice, and Doctor Zheng also said it could be tried.

Although it's just a trial, he is the only one who said it could be tried; others didn't even have the thought of trying.

Is this a desperate grasp at straws? Zou Jia Hua thought, giving a sheepish laugh.

Glancing at Zheng Ren from the corner of his eye, it's also strange—this young doctor looks honest and simple, the type you'd lose in a crowd.

Yet Zou Jia Hua always feels he is steady, like a mountain, trustworthy, even—reliable.

Arriving at the inpatient department entrance, a stretched Lincoln came into view.

The driver opened the door; Zou Jia Hua made a gesturing invitation, and Zheng Ren and Su Yun got in.

The movable enclosed space feels quite nice.

"Doctor Zheng, what would you like to drink?" Zou Jia Hua asked.

"No thanks."

"I'm a bit nervous today; if I've been impolite, Doctor Zheng, please don't hold it against me. Since you're still working, I won't drink alcohol—just have a glass of water." Although Zou Jia Hua could die at any moment, he still strives to maintain his composure; every move carries a gentle yet imposing aura.

He spoke politely, but inside and out there remained an air of pompous arrogance.

Zheng Ren took the water cup, merely smiled, and placed it on the small table beside him.

The interior space of this luxury car is still quite large; the car runs smoothly, unlikely to spill water from a sudden brake. Zheng Ren idly thought about things unrelated to heart ion channel disease.

"Doctor Zheng, do you have confidence in diagnostic therapy?"

"For this disease, plus your condition, no one would have confidence." Zheng Ren said calmly: "Please, Mr. Zou, be clear on one point—I'm talking about diagnostic therapy, not treatment. I believe you've already consulted relevant professionals and understand the meaning of diagnostic therapy."

Zou Jia Hua nodded, about to say something, when suddenly Su Yun lifted his phone toward Zheng Ren.

"Boss, they've replied." Su Yun said: "They're asking how confident you are about the diagnosis."

"Quite high." Zheng Ren said.

"Then I'll reply like that." Su Yun, holding his phone, began typing with both hands.

"Doctor Zheng is very busy." Zou Jia Hua said, slightly displeased.

"Well, the Mayo Clinic Medical Center has a consultation case for me to look at." Zheng Ren said: "Your condition can only be handled this way. It's a disease that current science cannot explain, but based on symptoms, condition, and family history, I judge the likelihood of heart ion channel disease to be high."

Zou Jia Hua stared blankly for a moment.

"The Mayo Clinic seeking consultation from the Zheng Ren before them? The medical world is divided into many big and small circles, no different from society."

"It seems this Doctor Zheng's status and position are still quite high."

"Boss, they're asking if you can perform surgery." Su Yun said.

"I could do it, but I don't have time now; let's consider it later." Zheng Ren said.

"Then let them bring the patient over; by ship it'd be about 14 days." Su Yun didn't mind: "If by plane, with a decompression chamber, it wouldn't trigger hypertension from pressure changes."

Zou Jia Hua smiled slightly; it seems this Doctor Zheng is somewhat different from the doctors he knows.

"Sorry, Mr. Zou, I have a lot on my plate." Zheng Ren said, apologetically smiling, then said: "Simply put, I believe your condition is some kind of disease, not a curse or poison. Although I can't explain it with modern medical science, diagnostic therapy should work."

"In other words, after doing it, if I don't relapse, that counts as a diagnosis, right?"

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded: "Generally speaking, heart ion channel disease can be resolved with a pacemaker. Your situation is due to unsolved genetic typing, not other diseases, so a pacemaker would solve the problem."

"What if it recurs?" Zou Jia Hua asked.

"Then I also have no good solution." Zheng Ren said seriously: "If that's really the case, then all we can do is ask Mr. Zou to find another renowned doctor."

This attitude... seems a bit too improper, doesn't it? Zou Jia Hua hesitated.