Chapter 110: with translation of chapter title

Chang Yue's phone call lasted two minutes, she explained everything in detail to Zheng Yunxia. For example, from now on, don't eat or drink, because we need to hurry up and do the examination. For example, how much the hospitalization fee is, for example,...

This girl, cold-faced but warm-hearted; if she could treat herself like she treats patients, that would be wonderful. Zheng Ren read books while daydreaming.

Warm-hearted and meticulous—these are undoubtedly the basic qualities an excellent clinical doctor should possess.

An hour later, Zheng Yunxia appeared in the emergency ward.

Her complexion was somewhat dark, a typical look for liver disease patients, which was expected by Zheng Ren.

Her hair was thin and patchy; it looked like it had been trimmed, but not neatly, likely she cut it herself at home with scissors. Nowadays a guy's haircut costs fifteen or twenty yuan; that money would be enough for her to buy a meat feast.

She wore plain clothes; the collar and cuffs were worn white, but they were clean.

Zheng Yunxia's mood was calm, without joy or pleasure, and without the deathly stillness of that night; she looked like a patient's family member, not like someone coming to handle admission procedures, preparing to bear the surgery alone.

"Little Chang, I'm here." Zheng Yunxia walked in confidently, stood by the desk, and greeted Chang Yue.

"Sister Yun, wait a moment, I'll make your admission form." Chang Yue opened the outpatient workstation and began entering information.

"Little Su is here too." While Chang Yue was filling out the admission form, Zheng Yunxia glanced around, her gaze passing over Zheng Ren and landing on Su Yun playing with his phone behind him.

Su Yun's right thumb, index, and middle finger were twiddling together, looking somewhat strange.

"Hmm." Su Yun looked up, smiled, then lowered his head again to play with his simulation.

After finishing the admission form, when Zheng Yunxia went to pay the fee, Chang Yue said, "Chief Zheng, give me that phone."

Zheng Ren opened his phone and sent Manager Feng's number via WeChat to Chang Yue.

"Anything up?"

"I'll check the details, like what images the professor wants before the surgery." Chang Yue acted swiftly but meticulously.

Zheng Yunxia had done a contrast-enhanced MRI within the past half month; Chang Yue also thought one scan was enough, but to be cautious, she still asked.

Manager Feng didn't know where he was; after hearing Chang Yue's inquiry, as a newcomer he wasn't sure either, and said he would consult someone.

Soon, Manager Feng's phone rang again.

"Hello, Doctor Chang, Professor Pei says we need a double enhancement."

The so-called double enhancement refers to contrast-enhanced MRI and 64-slice CT enhanced reconstruction.

These are two different examination methods, because both require intravenous injection of contrast agent, with an interval of at least 5-7 days, and the cost is relatively high, so small-city hospitals rarely have patients who need surgery and also require double enhancement.

Those accustomed to viewing double-enhancement images are professors from Di Du and Modu.

"The patient has a liver contrast-enhanced MRI from ten days ago; 64-slice…… can we skip it? I mean, if there's no particular significance." Chang Yue still wanted to insist.

Her phone was on speaker, so Zheng Ren and Su Yun heard everything clearly. It seemed Chang Yue didn't feel like explaining further to them later.

"Doctor Chang, this is Professor Pei's requirement." Feng Xu Hui didn't dare to make his own decision.

"The patient's financial situation……" Chang Yue then fell silent.

After all, I'm not the surgeon, so there's really no reason for me to interject.

"Okay, Manager Feng. We'll finish the examination on our end and then contact you." Chang Yue said and then hung up.

"Zheng Ren, do you need anything?" Chang Yue asked.

"Of course." Before Zheng Ren could answer, Su Yun flicked the hair from his forehead and said, "In MRI, the arterial phase shows whether there is abnormal blood supply inside the liver, to determine if the patient has small abnormal growths that CT cannot detect. Liver 64-slice enhancement…… hehe."

He let out a cold chuckle.

"Why are you being all weird? Just say what you mean." When Chang Yue faced Su Yun, a natural aura burst forth, as if backed by the imposing presence of eleven boxes of large green sticks, mountain-like.

"..." Su Yun had never encountered such a situation or person before, and he momentarily lost himself.

"Liver CT can show iodine oil deposition; beyond that, I don't know." Zheng Ren said.

"So complicated?" Chang Yue frowned.

"Liver cancer interventional procedure is not a purely diagnostic examination; it's borderline between diagnosis and surgery." Su Yun said: "I have a Teacher who is exceptionally skilled at this kind of surgery, ranking among the top five nationwide."

Zheng Ren clearly grasped the term Su Yun used—"Teacher."

I estimate this professor is highly respected by this guy Su Yun; it's strange—someone as lacking in courage as him would actually be genuinely convinced to admire someone.

That statement seems off, too; in recent surgeries, Su Yun has performed the assistant's duties cleanly and flawlessly, with no fault to find.

When Zheng Yunxia returned after completing admission procedures, the three people in the office were still having a "constructive" discussion about the theory of slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.

After hearing a few sentences, Zheng Yunxia knew what they were talking about.

"Little Chang, Little Su, Chief Zheng, thank you for your kindness." Zheng Yunxia's face showed a faint smile; though weary, she was full of strength: "I've already caused you too much trouble; since it's the professor's request, let's do it."

Chang Yue fell silent.

"It should be 1680 yuan; I've done it before. I'll go pay the 1000 yuan hospitalization fee later, don't worry." Zheng Yunxia comforted Chang Yue.

"If we're doing it, we should do it soon, but many patients get the 64-slice scan, so each time takes a week." Chang Yue found it difficult.

"Chief Zheng, don't you have anything to say?" Su Yun asked.

"I don't know anyone in the CT room." Zheng Ren said helplessly.

"The poor guy who only knows how to read books and is single—I'll handle contacting them. CT room…… overtime…… CT room……" Su Yun muttered, not knowing whether he was scrolling through his WeChat contacts or his phone book.

"Hello, is this Sister Zhao? I'm Little Su." After several dozen seconds, Su Yun finally found a number tossed into a corner, unknown how long it had been there, and dialed it.

"Hehe, isn't it just because work is busy? In the ICU, you know, you have to watch the ventilator all day, can't even get a proper sleep. Unlike you guys, who get off work on time, have physical exam fees, and live a very comfortable life."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong; I'll treat you to a meal another day, place anywhere."

"Then today, could you trouble yourself to work overtime? What time should we come over?"

"Okay, okay."

Su Yun hung up the phone, and Zheng Ren, from his few words, sketched out an especially melodramatic story.

"All set, we'll go at 7:30 p. m." Su Yun smiled, his forehead's black hair fluttering.