Chapter 1251: with translation of chapter title

Off work, finally off work.

Xiao Yi Ren said she had already gone home, Zheng Ren and Su Yun called a car and happily headed toward the East Third Ring Road.

Although it was the evening rush hour, traffic was slow, but there was nothing urgent. Chatting Idle Talk, it was quite pleasant.

Su Yun and Chang Yue's complaints about Zheng Ren's busy nature have never stopped.

Zheng Ren wouldn't admit to this; no doctor would admit to such criticism, as if admitting it would mean having to stay busy like a dog forever.

But every day when he got home and saw Heizi jumping around happily, Zheng Ren felt that even a dog was more leisurely than he. As for when the description 'busy like a dog' started, he has no memory of it.

Just as they were chatting, his phone rang.

Zheng Ren took it out to see; it wasn't from the department, but Lin JiaoJiao.

"Boss, your phone ringtone is too unpleasant; give it to me later and I'll change it to a nice tune." Su Yun said.

"Oh? What music?" Zheng Ren asked casually, then answered the phone, "Sister Lin."

"Zheng Lao Ban, what are you busy with?" Lin JiaoJiao asked.

This person, although he's a businessman, is not dislikeable, and Zheng Ren doesn't mind having more contact with Lin JiaoJiao.

Heizi was her gift, and Zheng Ren also knew that even retired military or police dogs ending up among civilians is a difficult situation.

"Off work, taking the car home?" Zheng Ren replied gently.

"I have a little patient; Zheng Lao Ban, do you have time to take a look?" Lin JiaoJiao's voice mixed with a child's cough.

The sound from Zheng Ren's phone speaker was a bit loud; Su Yun's ears twitched nimbly, obviously, as someone from Cardiothoracic Surgery, he was quite sensitive to coughing.

"I'm on the road; if you have time, let's meet at Golden Palm." Zheng Ren said.

"Okay." Lin JiaoJiao agreed directly.

After hanging up, Su Yun took Zheng Ren's phone, downloading a tune while asking, "What patient?"

"Sister Lin said it's a child; I heard the coughing, I'll know after a quick look." Zheng Ren said.

Without seeing the patient, without medical history, without images, just guessing is meaningless.

Soon Su Yun finished downloading the song, set it as the phone ringtone, handed it to Zheng Ren, and gave him a call.

【The vulgar are fearless, the elegant are wanton, and they are not just a foul sack of skin. They say quickly write a love song that both refined and popular can enjoy; putting pen to paper, it should be both evocative and easy to sing…】

"Hmm? Pretty good." Zheng Ren fiddled with his phone and said.

"Yo, you still know a good song? I thought you didn't care about anything besides Shou Bing." This guy Su Yun always speaks with a barb.

"It's fine, not as you say." Zheng Ren had long grown accustomed to Su Yun's way of speaking; no matter what he said, it never sank in.

As for the phone ringtone, Zheng Ren didn't care either; he just thought this song was really not bad. Looking at the traffic outside the window, Zheng Ren suddenly thought, maybe I should change my place of residence; it's too far from 912, commuting takes up too much time on the road.

If there were an emergency…

The more he thought, the more things came to mind; this is also something Su Yun doesn't know—if he knew this guy was actually thinking about rushing to the hospital at night to do Shou Bing, he wouldn't know how to spray him.

After walking another hour and a half, he finally returned to Golden Palm.

Lin JiaoJiao's car was parked at the residential gate; seeing Zheng Ren get out, she was a little surprised. Originally she had been waiting for a red Volvo XC60, but she didn't expect that Zheng Lao Ban would have hailed a car today.

"Zheng Lao Ban, blocking you at your doorstep to see a patient, I'm really sorry." Lin JiaoJiao said with a smile.

"It's fine, how's the child?" Zheng Ren got straight to the point.

Xiao Yi Ren had made beef brisket with persimmon, waiting at home for him. Naturally, the sooner this ends, the better.

Lin JiaoJiao was also understanding, especially since she herself had been in the medical circle, knowing that after work doctors mostly just want to go home, not wanting to say any extra words.

Exhausted to death, who has time to go through the motions?

"Zheng Lao Ban, you've worked hard; just take a quick look." Lin JiaoJiao apologetically said: "Here, here, the child is in the car."

She led Zheng Ren, not back to her Audi, but to a Mercedes-Benz 600 parked behind, opened the door, and first took out the images.

From the car came a child's coughing, quite painful. Zheng Ren glanced at the little patient and was slightly startled.

The diagnosis was quite strange; he quickly searched his memory for related information.

Pulmonary hemosiderin deposition disease, this disease is truly rare, Zheng Ren thought.

"Zheng Lao Ban, this is…" Lin JiaoJiao said, when a female voice came from inside the car, impatient: "Sister Lin, please close the car door, the child is coughing."

Lin JiaoJiao's expression stiffened slightly, then she set aside the embarrassment and annoyance, her face still showing a warm, amiable smile.

Zheng Ren felt helpless; this was probably some difficult patient's family member. Judging by appearance, not old, likely like Gu Lili, spoiled at home.

Never mind anything else; just looking at this car tells you everything. Although Zheng Ren had never seen a Mercedes-Benz in Hai Cheng, the black, streamlined body said it all, silently proclaiming the car's expense and the owner's extravagance.

But these have nothing to do with Zheng Ren; hurry up and look at the images, make a diagnosis. If it matches the Xitong Diagnosis, have the patient's family take the child for treatment quickly.

No point getting angry.

Zheng Ren picked up the images, glanced at them; they were stacked messily, not in chronological order.

He searched, compared times, and found the most recent chest CT, taking it out.

Holding it up to the sunlight, Su Yun leaned over.

The little patient's images showed widespread ill-defined margins, uneven density, cloud-like shadows. Normally, inflammation would present this way.

"Boss, this child's inflammation is quite serious." Su Yun glanced briefly and said.

"Inflammation isn't the problem." Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed.

I don't know if it's the sunlight glaring or a particular image that's glaring.

Su Yun looked carefully, also fell silent.

After a dozen seconds, Zheng Ren was still examining the images like reading faces; Su Yun immediately went to flip through the messy image packet, finding the second-to-last chest CT.

Lin JiaoJiao watched Zheng Ren and Su Yun seriously reading the images, saying nothing.

At this moment, disturbing the doctor's train of thought, if one encountered someone with a short temper, they'd be pointing at the nose and cursing.

However, doctors from elsewhere only said it was pneumonia, recurrent infection; Lin JiaoJiao wasn't too concerned either. Pneumonia, kids have low immunity; once they grow a bit stronger, they'll be fine.

The family was tense, they brought the child to have Zheng Lao Ban take a look. As for favors, you owe them to call it a favor; the more you interact, the more familiar the relationship becomes. If you're afraid of owing favors and never interact, then you'll just become distant.

Zheng Ren held a photo and looked at it for a full ten Minute, silent, like a sculpture.

Suddenly the car window opened.

A girl in her early twenties poked her head out, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and said: "Sister Lin, who are you looking for? Why are you taking so long to look at a photo?"