Chapter 1231: with translation of chapter title

1196 I'm not sick, it's fate (35500 extra update ×28 seek monthly ticket)

That's how it is.

Whether it's severe premature recovery extreme syndrome or Heart Ion Channel Disease, they are rare diseases; symptoms are similar, and wanting a detailed examination and confirming diagnosis is especially troublesome.

Like Heart Ion Channel Disease, a set of genetic testing yields thousands of gene segments; without several million, it can't be done.

99.9% of people wanting a clear diagnosis of Heart Ion Channel Disease is almost like a fool's dream.

Only someone with Zou Jia Hua's wealth would not care about this bit of 'scattered' silver.

Money isn't omnipotent; that saying is just bullshit. People without money, even those with modest means, when faced with this problem, absolutely cannot just wave a hand and say they'll do a several-million examination.

Zheng Ren looked at the patient, pondering; the patient whispered: "Doctor, can I go out? I'm really fine, you see I have nothing wrong."

"No." Director Zhang said: "Your condition hasn't reached a definite conclusion; if you go out and suddenly have cardiac arrest, what then?!"

"Sigh." The patient's expression was somewhat dejected; he gazed at the ICU's white ceiling, as if recalling something, and after a few seconds said: "Doctor, this isn't an illness, it's fate. Really, it's fate."

"..." Director Zhang was speechless.

"..." Zheng Ren was also speechless.

Not an illness, it's fate.

Saying that truly makes one feel lament.

Several little nurses saw Su Yun return, their eyes bright with springtime, occasionally glancing at his handsome face. One quick-thinking little nurse fetched the patient's file, ran over, and came to Su Yun's side.

"Yun Ge'er." She handed the file to Su Yun.

"Thank you." Su Yun smiled. That one thank you almost made the little nurse also suffer sudden cardiac arrest. Seeing Su Yun take the file, she stood there foolishly, motionless.

"Boss." Su Yun opened the file, flipped to the lab report, and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren took it, page by page, reviewing.

"It's a bit like Zou Jia Hua's illness." Su Yun whispered.

"Who?" Director Zhang exclaimed: "Have you encountered a similar illness before?"

"The surgery done a few days ago was on a Xianggang person named Zou Jia Hua." Su Yun focused on looking at the lab report with Zheng Ren.

Zou Jia Hua, that name feels familiar, but I can't recall who exactly for the moment. However, Xianggang residents seeking treatment at 912 are not many.

"It's a bit like that." Zheng Ren said: "Director Zhang, can our hospital do genetic testing for Heart Ion Channel Disease?"

"You suspect it's Heart Ion Channel Disease?" Director Zhang asked doubtfully.

"Hmm, it's a bit like that case from a few days ago." Zheng Ren kept looking at the lab report, flipping through the printed A4 results, shush-shush-shush.

"Who is Zou Jia Hua?" Zhang Lin asked.

"A real estate developer from Xianggang." Su Yun said: "Boss, genetic testing isn't necessarily useful; Zou Jia Hua did all that and still couldn't be diagnosed?"

Current technology cannot make all diseases clear; this is indeed a big problem.

But whether it's Director Zhang's judgment or the system's diagnosis, there's only one solution—implant a cardiac pacemaker.

"Doctor, I don't want treatment." The patient whispered: "My brother was like this a few years ago; he spent a lot of money but didn't get better. This is fate, not illness; I want to go out."

His voice was very low, as if muttering to himself. It seems since arriving at 912, he's already been hopeless. He keeps repeating that 'it's fate' line, as if giving himself self-hypnosis.

"Not fate, it's illness." Zheng Ren said: "A few days ago I just cured a patient; the effect was excellent, he went to Mayo Clinic for recheck, and the results were very optimistic."

"What Mei?" the patient asked doubtfully.

Zheng Ren didn't answer his question, continuing to look at the lab report, shush-shush-shush.

"Zheng Lao Ban, what was the situation with the patient a few days ago?" Director Zhang asked.

"Similar situation, family history, kept being examined but no definite diagnosis. Later, the frequency of cardiac arrest kept increasing, helplessly he agreed to surgery. Post-op there were several episodes of cardiac arrest; with the pacemaker in place, nothing happened." Zheng Ren said.

Director Zhang remained silent; Zheng Ren dares to perform surgery when genetic testing gives no diagnosis—how much confidence must that take?

But the difficulty with the patient before us is different from that of the so-called Xianggang tycoon.

The patient himself and his father disagree with continuing examination and treatment, but the patient's lover insists on diagnosis and treatment.

Such contradiction cannot be reconciled.

From Zheng Ren's perspective, having a Big Pig Trotter diagnosis, plus both he and Director Zhang believe a cardiac pacemaker is needed, so the necessity of surgery is almost 100%.

What needs to be done now is to persuade the patient to agree, and then as much as possible persuade the patient's father to agree.

Sigh, treating illness is really hard.

Especially when encountering inconsistent opinions within the family.

Relatively speaking, surgery has become a rather simple matter. Among those present, even if we don't mention Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Director Zhang, even the Inpatient Chief standing behind Director Zhang in internal medicine could probably perform this surgery.

If the world were simpler, how nice that would be.

Zheng Ren finished reading the lab report, closed the file, handed it to Su Yun beside him, and said gently: "Don't overthink it; the surgery's risk isn't high, and the post-op effect is very good."

A glimmer of light appeared in the patient's bewildered eyes, but then it dimmed somewhat.

Doctors often comfort patients like this, he thought. Surely it's just a platitude; otherwise they wouldn't lump themselves together with so many critically ill patients.

In the ICU ward, everywhere are the tick-tock sounds of various instruments, alarms rising and falling, exuding a tense atmosphere.

Even if Su Yun had a high turnover rate, he couldn't attract all the little nurses' gazes. After admiring the male god's charm, they immediately dove into treatment, busy to death.

Zheng Ren glanced at Director Zhang and said: "Director Zhang, what do you think?"

Because we're at the patient's bedside, we should keep our voices as low as possible, lest any keywords be heard by the patient, triggering emotional fluctuation and causing heart problems again.

Director Zhang turned and walked away slowly, saying as she went: "I think the matter of clear diagnosis can be set aside for now. Surgery must be done. But the current difficulty lies in the contradiction among the patient's family members, which is very hard."

Zheng Ren also felt it was thorny.

If it were someone like Zou Jia Hua, not lacking money, once deciding on surgery, proactively buying the latest model cardiac pacemaker in the United States, such a patient could be said to be the best kind.

But the patient before us…