Chapter 1149: 1119 A Troublesome Patient

Director Xia rushed out, just about to greet Section Chief Zhou, when she saw Zheng Ren.

"Little Zheng? Did Section Chief Zhou bring you back?" Director Xia blurted out without thinking.

They were still a few meters apart; Director Xia spoke softly, and Zheng Ren didn't hear clearly.

But Director Xia quickly realized Section Chief Zhou was still there; now wasn't the time to chat with Zheng Ren, she smiled at him and went up to Section Chief Zhou.

"Director Xia, a surprise, huh?" Section Chief Zhou laughed.

"For the surgery, you called Little Zheng back?" Director Xia said.

"No way." Section Chief Zhou waved his hand: "Chief Zheng came to find Director Pan, and happened to run into them. Let me introduce: this is Professor Gao from the Intervention Department of Medical University Affiliated Hospital, this is Professor Liu, and this..."

Section Chief Zhou introduced them, his expression also a bit dazed.

Even if a big city leader were hospitalized, there wouldn't be such awesome medical force coming to do rounds in person, right?

A doctor from Ward 912 who's a Nobel Prize nominee, two team-leading professors from Medical University Affiliated Hospital, and a deputy chief from City Second Hospital—this isn't just emphasis, it's overemphasis.

Director Xia was also a bit surprised, but the moment she saw Zheng Ren, she had a mental expectation, so she greeted Gao Shaojie and Professor Liu, without showing too much surprise.

"Come on, let's first take a look at the patient." Director Xia said: "Section Chief Zhou, you've given me a tough problem."

"What's wrong?"

"The patient complains that the conditions here are poor, the hallway is too crowded, and is dissatisfied every day." Director Xia said anxiously: "Well, they're actually on a hunger strike now."

After saying that, she glanced at Section Chief Zhou and earnestly complained: "I suggest we move the patient to a special-needs ward; the conditions there are better."

"Director Xia, placing them in your ward is the hospital's opinion. The special-needs ward has good conditions, but insufficient medical strength. If any problem arises, we couldn't bear the responsibility."

It seems like a very tricky patient, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

If it were truly a high-ranking leader or someone like Zou Jia Hua, they basically wouldn't make things difficult for doctors. They have their own set of medical procedures and personnel, a plan customized by top-tier hospitals; even if local doctors are used, they just need to follow it.

What's worst is those who have some connection with certain leaders, yet they don't want to bother with you, just toss a greeting and dump them in the hospital.

Perhaps they lack social status, so once they get a greeting, they treat it like some mighty treasure, picking faults and finding all kinds of ailments.

In Ward 912, such situations are rare. Those who can get a single room in Ward 912 are at least bureau-level officials, definitely deputy minister-level or higher. After a few days in an ordinary ward, even the most troublesome people lose their spirit and become honest.

But a grassroots hospital like Haicheng Shi Yiyuan is different.

Although both are hospitals, the problems they face are completely different. This is the difference between a grassroots hospital and a large tertiary hospital like Ward 912.

Looks like this is a difficult patient to serve, but Zheng Ren doesn't have much to worry about, after all he's not the attending physician; even a huge thunderbolt wouldn't fall on his head.

Worst case, I just ignore it and run straight back to the capital; who could do anything to me? So Zheng Ren's mood is quite relaxed.

"Wait a moment." After Director Xia and the other doctors said that, she brought a ward doctor and Zheng Ren, etc., to the office, and the ward doctor began to report the medical history.

The patient was found to have a liver space-occupying lesion during a physical exam eight months ago, went to Modu Hepatobiliary for treatment and underwent surgery. Afterward, they had regular check-ups every two months, and a month ago a tumor recurrence was discovered in the remaining liver.

But the patient's family might have been worn out from the turmoil, or for other reasons, they didn't bring the patient back to Modu Hepatobiliary, but instead hospitalized them at Haicheng Shi Yiyuan for treatment.

They requested experts for consultation and surgery. The hospital's idea was to find a professor at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in the provincial capital, and thus we have this scene before us.

The patient underwent a 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction; Zhao Jie in the CT room has been recently studying this manual reconstruction method. Zheng Ren glanced at the images—his level is already quite good, though he still can't compare to himself.

"Little Zheng, can you do the surgery?" Director Xia stood beside Zheng Ren and asked. Zheng Ren placed his left hand under his right armpit, right hand supporting his chin, intently looking at the images.

With Zheng Ren nearby, Director Xia felt reassured. Although he's just a young doctor, she knows Zheng Ren is young in age, but his skill is truly not that of a minor doctor.

Over at City Second Hospital, because of Zheng Ren's appearance, the Intervention Department has undergone a complete transformation. Wang Qiang has risen strongly, while Cheng Lixue has been retreating step by step, and looks like she won't hold out much longer.

This Little Zheng is indeed a person of great ability; Director Xia has also been watching surgery livestreams at Xinglin Yuan lately. Every time she sees Zheng Ren tapping those renowned professors' wrists with the hemostatic forceps, she feels a sense of unreality.

Who would have thought that this golden phoenix who flew out from the backwater of Haicheng would actually return? Director Xia also wants to watch Zheng Ren perform surgery.

"The surgery can be done." Zheng Ren said: "I'll do the reconstruction myself later, then arrange the surgery for this afternoon or early tomorrow morning."

"Sure." Director Xia responded, hoping Zheng Ren would quickly resolve this trouble and discharge the patient. Having practiced medicine for decades, she's seen few such patients, but not none—she encounters one or two each year.

Sending them away early is indeed true; if the hospital again forcibly assigns them next time, Director Xia will go to the hospital president to argue, and she won't let them be admitted again.

"Take a look at the patient. Su Yun, you and—" Zheng Ren said halfway, then stopped. Su Yun wasn't by his side.

This guy usually hangs around, a bit annoying. But when he's not there, I feel like something's missing. Zheng Ren sighed, pondering that he'd later go find Zhao Jie in the CT room to do the reconstruction.

"Let's go, Little Zheng." Director Xia said with a smile: "The other day you did a teaching surgery; I saw it. Was the surgeon a Mayo Clinic doctor?"

"Yeah, the people from the Mayo Clinic in the United States who are part of the TIPS surgery research group." Zheng Ren said lightly.

Such things will surely bring waves of praise and compliments. Zheng Ren hears with his left ear and lets it out the right—he doesn't take it to heart at all.

He didn't even notice what Director Xia was saying.

The senior ward is at the far end, relatively quiet. A dozen or so doctors from the gastroenterology department stand in the hallway waiting to finish looking at this patient before continuing the grand rounds. The patient's family members don't know what happened, yet they've caused such a commotion; they're all being careful, even lowering their voices considerably.

The entire gastroenterology ward exudes a solemn atmosphere.

Arriving at the ward, Director Xia knocked on the door, then opened it, and everyone filed in one after another.