Chapter 1270: 1232 Well Done!

1232 Well Done!

Na Chengxiang wasn't embarrassed; he just wasn't careful enough, and his lie was exposed.

He was just worried whether Zheng Ren would treat him; for some reason, Na Chengxiang, who never spoke the truth and never trusted others, actually developed a feeling called trust toward Zheng Ren.

While he was pondering, Zheng Ren and Su Yun turned and left without a hint of hesitation.

"Doctor Zheng, wait a moment." Na Chengxiang reacted and hurriedly chased after them.

He was a bit anxious, wanting Zheng Ren to explain in more detail.

Although others' lives aren't worth much, he still cared deeply about his own life—not just caring, but constantly protecting it with meticulous care.

He'd scammed so much money just to enjoy life, yet the messed‑up thing was that he was fertilizing himself—and it was poisonous.

This is utterly unjust, Na Chengxiang thought.

Zheng Ren was extremely annoyed, barely suppressing the urge to kill Na Chengxiang. Having said those few words, pointing out the diagnosis and its source, was already going against his nature; he didn't want to say another word.

Seeing Zheng Ren hurry off, Na Chengxiang jogged after him and grabbed his sleeve.

"You're grabbing me again?" Zheng Ren's eyebrows rose.

Su Yun froze.

I've known Zheng Ren for half a year; he's always been gentle, like a cup of warm water as a boss, never showing this expression.

Su Yun could sense a hint of sharpness… killing intent from Zheng Ren.

MD, messing with an honest person like this—even a rabbit would bite.

Na Chengxiang wandered the martial world, making a living by deceiving people and doing fairly well; keen eyesight was most important.

Otherwise, if he'd offended someone he shouldn't have, the grass on his grave would already be three feet high.

As soon as Zheng Ren spoke, he felt a chill, his fingers loosening. He wanted to say something, but opening his mouth gave him a dying sensation.

Watching the two white coats leave, Na Chengxiang wanted to cry but had no tears.

He walked back to the observation room in a daze, sat quietly on the bed, and thought things over.

"Old Na, who is that guy? How can he be so overbearing," said a nearby patient.

"Yeah, speaking so overbearingly—does he still have any medical ethics?"

"A doctor like that doesn't deserve to wear a white coat."

Na Chengxiang had no mind to fool around with the nearby fat sheep; once he calmed down, he knew Zheng Ren was someone he absolutely must not provoke.

He tried hard to remember, noting every word Zheng Ren said, but no matter how he thought, Na Chengxiang felt something was missing.

Going to a hospital for treatment is a small matter. Supplements… there's no need to stop them. As for other things, I'll see a doctor first. If I get better, I'll let him off; if not, well, I'm going to die anyway—I might as well die at Doctor Zheng's doorstep.

Na Chengxiang was calculating in his mind.

……

……

"Boss, do you really want to strike him?" Su Yun asked Zheng Ren with a chuckle.

Now is absolutely not the time to add fuel to the fire; we can only drain the boiler from below. If he showed a look of righteous indignation, Su Yun wasn't sure Zheng Ren wouldn't turn back to cause trouble for Na Chengxiang.

With that small frame, Zheng Ren could crush him with one hand.

There are already too many troubles; don't stir up chaos—let the boss calm down properly.

"All right." Zheng Ren had already calmed down; after all, he'd been in medicine for years and seen all sorts of people. A doctor's duty is only to treat and save people, to deal with cheats—that's not a doctor's responsibility.

"Is his condition treatable?" Su Yun asked.

"It's an autoimmune insulin receptor disease, associated with concurrent autoimmune conditions and the use of sulfhydryl drugs. Sulfhydryl drugs include compounds such as thiobenzazole, thiopropionic acid glycine, penicillamine, glutathione, methylthiopropionic acid, and so on." Zheng Ren said, as if talking to himself.

This is too obscure; even Zheng Ren didn't really believe it. While his mind searched for connections, he just blurted it out.

Su Yun recalled what Zheng Ren had told Na Chengxiang earlier, realized something, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"It's not easy to treat. Stop glutathione and give symptomatic treatment, but even systemic lupus erythematosus could be fatal." Zheng Ren said coldly: "He's taken sulfhydryl compounds for too long—it's like taking chronic poison; he's already past the point of no return."

This is really rather regrettable.

"Hearing he's not doing well makes me much happier," Su Yun laughed.

"It's only going to get worse," Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, you're also quite devious," Su Yun said: "Just saying not to let him take supplements, but not mentioning that glutathione is a trigger for this disease."

"If he followed medical advice and had even a shred of trust in others, he'd stop taking glutathione orally. But I feel he won't do that, so…"

"How long can he live?"

"Systemic lupus erythematosus will only get worse—maybe one or two years?" Zheng Ren said offhand.

"Well done!" Su Yun praised.

"Sigh." Zheng Ren strode back, letting out a long sigh—whether it was for those muddle‑brained folk ruined by easy‑talking scammers, or for the scammer's own terminal condition, he didn't know.

"Let me tell you a few things," Su Yun said: "Lin Ge has already taken people and Mei Ha'er's team to the catheterization lab to install video equipment."

"Oh, Doctor Mei Ha'er actually wants to discuss my condition with me." Zheng Ren stopped thinking about that swindler and began thinking about the surgery the day after tomorrow.

Quite vexing.

Just thinking about performing surgery, the patient actually telling him what's wrong here and there makes Zheng Ren a bit irritable.

Although Doctor Mei Ha'er's skill is high, he's only a master‑level practitioner; the gap between master‑level and peak is as vast as heaven and earth.

We can't use Doctor Mei Ha'er as an experiment subject, performing a step ourselves and then repeatedly demonstrating it to him on stage.

With his blood vessels, guaranteeing a one‑time completion would require primordial strength.

Now interventional surgery has reached its peak, so I'm not overly worried. If it were like that time in Sweden, I might even be nervous now.

"This is just one of those things," Su Yun said: "You say, having me as a flawless assistant—what great fortune! In a past life you must have saved all parallel universes."

"Talk about things," Zheng Ren said while walking, his tone cold.

"Look at your fucked‑up temper—you're just a swindler, acting like you're some heavenly bed." Su Yun said disdainfully.

"It's just that my heart feels restless." Zheng Ren sighed, said.

"Zhou Chun Yong's side is ready; Ming can go do anatomy teaching. Their side also prepared several patients for demonstration Shou Bing." Su Yun said: "Actually, Director Zhou's side is very conscientious; regardless of his intentions, just gathering the chiefs closely related to us to learn TIPS Surgery saves a lot of trouble."

Zheng Ren nodded, acknowledging this point.

Go on, never mind the Nobel Prize; if more people learn the new TIPS Surgery, we can save more patients.

On my own, working myself to death, how many can I do?