Chapter 1277: with translation of chapter title: line [1] is

1239, young, anti-disaster

A ray of morning light awakens the sleeping Di Du; people doing morning exercises in the park are warm and peaceful.

On a road much quieter than daytime, an ambulance with out-of-town plates occasionally lets out a howl in congested sections, appearing so frenzied.

It clashes with the surrounding peace and tranquility.

A patient is brought down from the 120 Emergency ambulance, goes through Jizhen to the Gastroenterology Surgery Inpatient Department, the whole process taking 12 Minute; the accompanying nurse's forehead beads with fine sweat.

An abdominal CT film taken at a grassroots hospital is placed on the viewer, and the on-call doctor summons the Inpatient Chief.

The Inpatient Chief glances at it for two seconds, then without hesitation pulls out his phone, calls the leading Professor Feng, and sends the image over.

Professor Feng, still half-asleep at home, answers the call and isn't particularly energized; the Inpatient Chief has many surgeries he can't handle and images he can't understand.

It's just emergency care; generally the conditions are simple, there's no need to look for me.

He mutters a sentence, somewhat displeased, his morning grumpiness still strong. But when he sees the image on his phone, he first freezes.

"How can the resolution be so bad?" Professor Feng murmurs, just muttering, but his whole spirit immediately perks up; he doesn't have time to wash up, changes clothes, grabs a fried dough stick, and rushes out.

"Feng Jianguo, if you get your clothes dirty, you'll sleep on the sofa tonight!" Professor Feng's lover shouts from the kitchen.

Not only Hedong, but Hexi also trembles along. Just like thirty years ago, no matter where, Feng Jianguo simply cannot feel the turning of fortune's wheel.

Hearing the roar of the Hedong lion at home, he immediately runs back, grabs a few napkins, gives a hehe smile, and rushes out again.

Such a scene has happened countless times in his lifetime; Professor Feng's lover has long been accustomed to it.

Although accustomed, she still cannot accept it to this day.

This Feng Jianguo, how old is he, still so flustered. His lover sighs, closes the door, and eats breakfast for two by herself.

Time is still early, the road isn't too congested; Professor Feng uses the car's Bluetooth to stay updated with the Inpatient Chief while heading to Jizhen.

The patient is a 72-year-old woman with persistent abdominal pain for over a year, worsened for three days before admission. At the local county hospital, she was suspected of intestinal obstruction; enemas were ineffective. Because of her age, the local doctors prudently had her undergo an abdominal CT.

When the CT came out, everyone was dumbfounded. Before their eyes was a blank white, as if the machine had malfunctioned and the film wasn't exposed properly.

But even after taking it two more times, it remained the same.

The county hospital doctors could only advise the patient's family to bring the patient directly to Di Du.

Such a bizarre CT signal is incomprehensible to the county doctors; let alone them, even Professor Feng at Jizhen is completely at a loss.

Thus the advantage of lower-level hospitals becomes evident.

Patients whose conditions are not understood are directly sent to higher-level hospitals, where the expertise is greater. The great professors in Di Du have high skill and big mouths, suited to solving all kinds of difficult and complex diseases.

After learning the situation, Professor Feng first ruled out equipment failure.

If the machine had a problem, the county hospital would have discovered it long ago. At worst, they have a dozen CT scans a day, and all the films come out pure white—how could that be acceptable?

If it's not equipment failure, then what on earth is going on? Feng Jianguo drives, thinking all the way about how to resolve it.

Having practiced medicine for several decades, Professor Feng has never encountered such a situation. He is relatively cautious, hesitates a moment, and while waiting for a red light, calls Director Wei.

Make the call to find someone. In medicine, in the vast majority of cases, one cannot show off.

After reporting the situation, Director Wei's side said they understood, and only then did Professor Feng hang up.

But he still wasn't fully at ease in his heart.

For such a rare image, can Director Wei really handle it? If it were before, Professor Feng wouldn't have had this thought. Director Wei is one of the few top experts in national Gastroenterology Surgery, his level slightly above mine.

Moreover, his clinical experience is rich, having treated countless difficult and complex cases, making him trustworthy.

But… I'm just afraid of comparison.

Such trustworthiness belonged to the past. Since Zheng Lao Ban entered his view, Feng Jianguo immediately noticed Zheng Lao Ban's advantages.

Young, anti-disaster, and especially the kind that is particularly anti-disaster. In the last surgery, lasting over ten hours, Zheng Lao Ban stood on the Operating table, motionless.

Such an immovable, mountain-like steadiness gives people a feeling of trustworthiness.

Professor Feng thought it over, hesitated all the way. When he arrived at the hospital, he still placed a call to Zheng Ren.

"Zheng Lao Ban, are you up?" Professor Feng said while walking, in a hurry.

"I'm having breakfast." Zheng Ren sat at the table, finished speaking, and swallowed a fried egg in one gulp.

Professor Feng calling at this time must indicate a major problem; otherwise he wouldn't. Years of rich clinical experience let Zheng Ren tense up immediately.

"Take it slow, don't choke." Xie Yiren handed over the soy milk in her hand.

"Yi Ren, spreading dog food first thing in the morning is immoral." Su Yun slowly sipped her soy milk, saying expressionlessly.

The black hair in front of her forehead floated weakly.

"Alright, I'm coming right over." Zheng Ren said, hung up the phone, picked up the soy milk, and gulped it down.

"What's the matter?" Xie Yiren and Su Yun asked simultaneously; only Chang Yue was still lowering her head to eat breakfast.

As long as it's not a patient from the department, it has nothing to do with Chang Yue; she never meddles.

"Professor Feng said there's a patient whose abdominal CT film is completely blank, nothing visible." Zheng Ren said: "The film…"

Just as he was speaking, a WeChat notification sounded on his phone.

He tapped to open it, and Su Yun's head leaned in.

A hazy image, as if caused by overexposure. Zheng Ren and Su Yun both stared for a moment, wondering what this was.

After looking for a few seconds, the phone's resolution still wasn't enough; Zheng Ren formed a plan in his mind, stood up, and gave Xie Yiren an apologetic smile.

"Boss, today we have a public lecture on hepatobiliary surgery in Di Du." Seeing Zheng Ren about to leave, Su Yun immediately told him today's schedule so he wouldn't forget.

"I'll go take a look first." Zheng Ren said.

"Let's go together." Su Yun carried a bag containing a handle specially for dissection, two Willow Leaf Blade blades, plus sterile gloves, disposable sterile gowns, and such.

This time we came prepared; any roughness would be inexcusable.

But unexpectedly, our boss is really unreliable; upon encountering a difficult case, his eyes light up.

Hmm, indeed somewhat interesting; what disease could it be? Su Yun began to ponder, the machine roared, the black hair on her forehead swayed without wind, floating and floating.

"We two will take a taxi, you guys don't rush." Zheng Ren hurriedly said to Xiao Yi Ren.

"Go on, go on, Heizi—I'll take you out for a walk in a bit." Xie Yiren's brows and eyes were curved, like a flower bud just beginning to open.