Chapter 1012: with translation of chapter title

Zou Jia Hua clearly had some understanding, even could be called research, of Zheng Ren's diagnosed ion channel disease.

This is also normal, after all it's a matter of life and death; for Zou Jia Hua, whether he can avoid another cardiac arrest now is the most important thing.

Moreover, what drives people crazy about this 'disease' is that there is no definite diagnosis.

He also asked Zheng Ren in detail about various solutions, and Zheng Ren answered each one. Zou Jia Hua then fell silent, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, without making a direct decision.

The black stretch Lincoln smoothly returned to the entrance of the Inpatient Department 912; Zou Jia Hua said he would consider it further also. Zheng Ren also didn't say much, just gave a bland farewell, and he and Su Yun got out of the car.

Watching the black car leave like a ghost, Zheng Ren felt this experience was quite unpleasant.

"Boss, do you want to treat him or not?" Su Yun asked.

"I want to give it a try, but after all the diagnosis is unclear, I have hesitation in my heart." Zheng Ren spoke frankly, without hiding the inner turmoil.

"You just handed him the initiative like that?" Su Yun was quite dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's answer.

"He is the patient; whether to do surgery or not depends on his own judgment." Zheng Ren said: "Never mind, let's go back."

Seeing Zheng Ren's interest quite high, Su Yun whispered: 'Want to take a look at the urology department?'

Zheng Ren thought for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Director Miao's side, I expect it will be rather difficult. Let's go take a look; if there's anything we can help with, lending a hand is good.

The two arrived at the urology department floor; just as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw that there were more people here than usual.

It's probably just gawkers; Zheng Ren felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

If the patient's family really were as Lao He described, resigned, they should have already hauled away the corpse by now.

With so many onlookers, there must be big trouble.

Zheng Ren didn't have time to take off his white coat; wearing casual clothes to see what happened, he just walked straight through the crowd and went in.

The further he went, the more people there were, crowded, whispering to each other about something.

Suppressed sobs faintly came through, caught by Zheng Ren's keen ears amid the noisy crowd.

No shouting, no disturbance, just crying.

Zheng Ren relaxed a little, standing at the ward entrance, he lifted his head and looked inside.

A man about fifty knelt at Director Miao's office door, with something covered by a white sheet in front of him. He said nothing, just sobbed loudly.

Many people were in between; Zheng Ren only caught a glimpse of a certain scene, after which that figure was blocked by the onlooking patient's family.

Yu Zong and a few doctors seemed to be persuading him over there, but judging by the situation, it probably wouldn't help.

"Doctors should all be killed." A young man stood beside Zheng Ren, speaking bluntly with malice.

The others beside the young man saw Zheng Ren in his white coat and didn't respond.

Zheng Ren knew he was definitely saying that on purpose.

Such things are simply too common; already taken for granted. In real life it's somewhat better, but online you see even harsher words all the time.

He felt a bit disheartened, yet also didn't say anything to that young man, turning and leaving.

Su Yun still wanted to push forward to see what was happening, but seeing Zheng Ren turn and head out, after a brief hesitation she followed him out.

"Boss, aren't you going to take a look?" Su Yun asked.

"No point." Zheng Ren felt low; the young man's provocative words kept echoing in his ears like a sharp sword that could pierce him at any moment.

This is normal, Zheng Ren told himself. Now the doctor-patient relationship has become sharp to a certain critical point; what can he do?

"Are you getting all literary?" Su Yun, seeing Zheng Ren's low spirits, teased: "Overly sentimental, look at your sissy appearance."

"No." Zheng Ren shook his head, forced a smile, and asked: "Has Mayo Clinic replied?"

"Replied." Su Yun glanced at her phone and said: "They said they'd discuss it; if conditions allow, they'll fly straight over. But they also said that if you can go, it's better to go to Mayo Clinic."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"Boss, I think regarding this disease, if you're confident we should still go to Mayo Clinic for the surgery; it would be better." Su Yun said, "What do you think?"

Zheng Ren understood Su Yun's meaning.

The patient is Indian; for Mayo Clinic, compared to the experimental subject in my System Space, there is some difference, but not significant.

Having the relevant legal documents at Mayo Clinic, if the surgery fails it just fails; it's not a big problem and there's no need to worry about repercussions.

But if the surgery were done domestically, complications would multiply. First, is this procedure considered urology, general surgery, or neurology? Do I have the relevant physician's license?

Assuming the surgery fails, would there be foreign-related disputes? If so, that would be a headache.

These matters, although not major, still need to be considered.

As for the patient…

Why do the drug libraries of major pharmaceutical companies worldwide open to India, not strongly prohibiting India from developing generics, but instead semi-open their databases to them?

There's nothing else; it's simply because India provides the human trial subjects for Phase I to III clinical experiments.

Companies like Roche and Pfizer have poured unknown amounts of money into R&D. If they have a project on hand and luck turns bad, causing total failure, even such giants would face bankruptcy risk.

Take the project of renal radiofrequency ablation for hypertension treatment; it faces failure. However, this project is relatively minor, so it won't cause major harm. (Note 1)

Zheng Ren thought it over and said: 'Then let's contact Mayo Clinic; if there's no legal issue, we're not busy here, we can fly over for the surgery. By the way, do we need permission from the hospital's Medical Department? Could you ask for me?'

"The hospital will definitely need the Medical Department to know, but I expect it's not a big problem. As for the surgery fees, can I just decide on my own?" Su Yun's face showed a sly smile.

Zheng Ren waved his hand, indicating it didn't matter.

So many Experience Points have been spent; even giving myself hundreds of thousands of dollars couldn't fully compensate. This is an unequal exchange; if I can complete the System Quest, it's fine, otherwise I'd be completely at a loss.

Su Yun held her phone, fingers flying, sending a clatter of afterimages; an email was sent in less than a minute.

……

In the black Lincoln, Zou Jia Hua leaned wearily against the backrest, his mind swirling with countless thoughts.

This decision is harder to make than a acquisition deal costing hundreds of billions.

Even if investments or acquisitions fail, there's still a chance to make a comeback. But if the surgery fails, I'd die outright—what then?

If it were a routine surgery, having done it would just be that; a low-probability event can be reduced by better equipment, better doctors, better technical means, and better drugs, lowering it to negligible.

But his own illness... even the Mayo Clinic couldn't give a diagnosis.

That's the hospital where the cardiology Rank is first worldwide!

Zou Jia Hua feels very tired, heart-tired, especially tired.

He wants to sleep a while, sleep peacefully a while, even if one Minute is worth ten thousand dollars, it doesn't matter.

Unfortunately, this is just a luxury hope.

"Any news from the Nanyang side?" Zou Jia Hua asked.

……

Note 1: In these special times, I'm not sure if this part has any taboo; I've repeatedly revised it many times.