Chapter 1169: 1139 Little girl, your luck is really good

1139 Little girl, your luck is really good

912, taking a torn piece of paper, still emphasizing that he was Zheng Ren's patient……

For something like a registration number, you also need them to know who you are. Just take this paper and go find the B-ultrasound room director of 912?

He shook his head, but recalling what Director Xiao said to him yesterday, he became doubtful again. No wonder his distant relatives don't believe it; even now, seeing this legendary Chief Zheng, he doesn't believe it either.

So young, can he really see patients?

Director Pan, however, had no doubt, picked up the slip, glanced at it, and said: "The difference between ovarian malignant tumor and teratoma is tiny; only you can judge it. Specifically, we'll talk after the final diagnosis."

Zheng Ren immediately understood Director Pan's meaning; in his excitement, he almost committed a taboo.

Who dares to guarantee they'll never misdiagnose in a lifetime? Mutual help among peers is an unspoken rule. Unless it's a huge matter that arouses public anger, no one would directly tell a patient that the previous doctor's diagnosis was wrong.

Even if it's wrong, one should speak slightly tactfully, not cause trouble for others. Moreover, Director Pan is right; this really can't be blamed on the doctors of Sheng Cheng.

Indeed, it's hard to tell apart; if I didn't have regenerative ability, I wouldn't know. We can't just give everyone a big pig trotter, can we?

"Indeed, it's hard to tell; the teeth inside aren't developing well, too small, not good-looking." Zheng Ren added somewhat embarrassedly.

Director Pan smiled and introduced: "This is Director Xiao's friend, Mr. Wu."

He didn't mention his specific post or department, only Director Xiao. Zheng Ren understood, smiled slightly, extended his hand, and said, "Zheng Ren."

"Chief Zheng, I've long heard of your name." The man also extended his hand and shook Zheng Ren's enthusiastically.

"What fame? I'm just an inpatient chief beside the director." Zheng Ren said politely.

"Don't stand on ceremony." Director Pan waved his hand and said: "Director Xia said the patient is already prepared to be sent to the operating room; we'll talk after the surgery."

"Director, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat after the surgery." Zheng Ren hurriedly declined the meal.

If I were to have a meal with Director Pan, it wouldn't be a problem. But with Mr. Wu here, Director Xiao would likely come too, which would be rather dull.

"Oh? You're in such a rush to go to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital?" Director Pan, who knows Zheng Ren well, said half-jokingly: "Is Professor Gao urging you that urgently?"

"Medical University Affiliated Hospital? What are you going there for?" Mr. Wu asked, puzzled.

"To perform a teaching surgery. They're urging Zheng Ren to go over and teach them surgery; they can't even wait for a meal, it's outrageous." Director Pan's comment was too blunt, but bluntness has its advantage: you don't have to think.

Just taking it at face value left Mr. Wu stunned. Who could be the person capable of giving a teaching surgery to professors at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital?

If Zheng Ren said that, probably no one would believe him.

But Director Pan's mountain-like gravitas—even if Zheng Ren were given more charm value by the system, he couldn't match even a single white hair of Director Pan's; that's an objective law, and even a big pig trotter can't do anything about it.

"Chief Zheng, are you currently at 912? If you have time later, let me treat you to a gathering." Mr. Wu's words became much more polite, and his address changed from "you" to the respectful "you".

"Too polite; if I come back, I'll surely cause trouble." Zheng Ren replied offhandedly.

Watching the three figures disappear at the door, the girl holding that paper asked doubtfully: "Doctor, who was that…… doctor just now?"

She had already fallen into a confused state, her speech incoherent. Escaping death? It's roughly this feeling; she herself couldn't say how complex her emotions were.

She wanted to believe what that doctor said, yet she worried that if she did, she'd only be left with disappointment in the end.

"That's Chief Zheng; he used to be our emergency department's inpatient chief here, but was later poached by Director Kong of 912." Sun Chao looked at Zheng Ren with admiration, saying enviously.

"Is he now a doctor at 912?"

"You could say that. Your luck is really good, meeting Chief Zheng. By the way, keep that paper; if you go to Di Du, following Chief Zheng's advice, go straight to 912 and find… what's the director of the B-ultrasound room called again?"

"Director Qi of the health group—his level can be high." Li Su Mei remarked: "I went for further training; the teacher I brought is a disciple of a disciple of Director Qi, also a top-tier level domestically."

As she spoke, she drifted into a reverie. Look at Chief Zheng—after less than half a year at 912, he writes a note, takes it, and can go find Director Qi; from that implication, Director Qi surely wouldn't refuse. What must their relationship be like?

Really impressive!

Li Su Mei shook her head, began tidying the equipment, and said with a smile: "Little girl, your luck is really not bad; I feel Chief Zheng's diagnosis is correct. Go straight to 912, definitely don't go elsewhere. This paper is equivalent to a registration ticket; a scalped expert ticket from Director Qi could go for three or four thousand."

The girl seriously folded the paper and put it in her pocket. But then she felt it wasn't secure, took it out again, wanting to find a safer place.

"Don't be nervous, it's fine. Chief Zheng will be back at 912 in a few days; if you lose it, just go to the Intervention Department to find him." Li Su Mei said with a smile.

"Intervention Department?" The girl earnestly memorized that department name, etching it into her mind.

……

Zheng Ren arrived at the operating room, while Mr. Wu stayed outside.

"Zheng Ren, when are you planning to come back next time?" Director Pan asked while changing clothes.

"I'll come back when I have time; I really miss you." Zheng Ren said.

"Cut the nonsense; have you figured out your own matter?" Director Pan asked.

"Mm, thank you, Director."

"Don't worry about all that random stuff, but do good deeds without asking about the future. What's the Nobel Prize? Take it if you can get it. If you can't, are you not going to do clinical work anymore?"

"Yes, yes." Zheng Ren smiled. Director Pan's words weren't very clear; the contradiction between clinical and basic research wasn't resolved, but he simply and bluntly cut through Zheng Ren's inner knot.

This is also quite good, Zheng Ren thought. But do good deeds without asking about the future. It seems that's how it is—I just treat patients and save lives; the Nobel Prize is just that sort of thing.

He changed clothes, entered the operating room, and saw Xiao Yi Ren bustling about, helping to tidy up the surgical supplies.

The patient was already lying on the operating table, the head nurse chatting with him to ease tension. Zheng Ren knew this must have been a special instruction from Director Xiao, which is why the head nurse stepped forward.

Director Xia arrived together with the patient, smiling and said: "Chief Zheng, it's been a while since I've seen you perform surgery. My classmate's portal hypertension has already improved; he told me to bring you something good."

Zheng Ren smiled.

"During the New Year, he prepared pork dishes, but you weren't home then, which is a pity. All I could do was invite Director Pan out for a meal, assuming you were present." Director Xia said jokingly.

"Hmm, the dishes are good, the blood sausage is especially well made." Director Pan sat directly in the chair before the operating table's screen and said: "Director Xia, next New Year when we slaughter pigs, remember to call me."