Chapter 1361: 1320 Complications (Alliance Leader Leng Ning's Bonus Chapter 2)

Song Ying said he came today for a check-up, his older brother has been mentioning that he wants to thank Zheng Ren.

Let's meet, Zheng Ren still has a good impression of Song Ying.

Soon, footsteps sounded.

Song Ying led the way ahead, a thin, small old man wearing a Chinese-style duijin shirt walked behind with his hands behind his back.

The moment Zheng Ren saw the old man, he froze.

The system panel showed a deep red, the standard color for a critical patient.

There were many diagnoses, Zheng Ren immediately spotted an aortic dissection!

An arterial aneurysm is a special complication of Behçet's syndrome, rare but not unheard of.

"Boss Zheng, this is my big brother, Chu Huaian." Song Ying introduced.

"Mr. Chu, please have a seat." Zheng Ren didn't show much urgency, after all he'd been fine for years, and facing him, the possibility of his aortic dissection aneurysm rupturing wasn't high.

If I got worked up, Chu Huaian's blood pressure could rise, which might cause a serious problem.

"Thanks, Boss Zheng." Chu Huaian reached out his hand and shook Zheng Ren's.

"My mental state has been clearly off these past few years; I've avoided doctors due to stigma, letting quacks delay treatment." Chu Huaian said: "Fortunately I met Boss Zheng."

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, his face full of vicissitudes.

"Please sit, I'll take your blood pressure." Zheng Ren smiled and said.

Song Ying stared for a moment but didn't speak. Chu Huaian tilted his head slightly, glanced at Zheng Ren, trying to sense if anything was off.

Zheng Ren went to the nurse's station to get a mercury sphygmomanometer, then returned to take Chu Huaian's blood pressure.

The blood pressure reading from the system panel was correct, not high at 140/75 mmHg. Zheng Ren relaxed; as long as the pressure stayed under control, there'd be nothing serious in the short term.

Chu Huaian looked at Zheng Ren with a puzzled gaze.

"Mr. Chu, besides skin ulcers, what other symptoms do you have?" Zheng Ren asked.

"My vision has some issues; in your terms, that's floaters." Chu Huaian said: "Otherwise, nothing else is wrong."

Zheng Ren took out his stethoscope and said: "Mr. Chu, generally speaking, Behçet's syndrome can lead to complications like pulmonary fibrosis; may I listen?"

"Sure, thank you." Chu Huaian gave an elegant smile and undid the buttons of his duijin shirt.

He narrowed his eyes at Zheng Ren, as if trying to see through this young doctor.

But aside from being gentle and honest, clean and neat, Chu Huaian didn't see what he was looking for.

Zheng Ren's hand was steady holding the stethoscope, a smile on his face full of affability. Yet Chu Huaian's sharp intuition told him there must be a problem; otherwise they wouldn't have taken his blood pressure before even exchanging greetings.

One could say the young doctor was just looking for a patron, trying hard to cozy up, and that would be plausible.

But Chu Huaian believed Song Ying wouldn't gossip; this young doctor wouldn't know his background or abilities.

Then the only remaining possibility is that his skill is indeed high, and he spotted the problem.

He wasn't panicked either; Chu Huaian had long seen through life and death.

He placed the stethoscope on Chu Huaian's chest; the man was slightly thin, ribs visible. If he were over sixty it'd be plausible, but according to Song Ying he's only about fifty.

It seems whatever happened before had a big impact on him.

Zheng Ren's eyes slightly closed, he listened carefully to the sounds coming from the stethoscope.

It's possible to hear an aortic dissection with a stethoscope, but if that were the case, rupture wouldn't be far off.

Zheng Ren just wanted to confirm the danger level.

He heard nothing abnormal; the lungs were fine, no signs of fibrosis on auscultation.

Putting away the stethoscope, Zheng Ren smiled, took out a ballpoint pen, grabbed a sheet of A4 paper, and wrote down a bunch of tests.

"Mr. Chu, Brother Song, we'll do these tests shortly." Zheng Ren said confidently.

Among those test items, an aortic CTA was hidden.

Song Ying took a look and nodded solemnly.

"I have a 10:20 flight to Khorchin; shall we talk after we get back?" Zheng Ren caught sight of Director Kong's figure and then issued the dismissal order.

"Khorchin? The Gobi there is good land." Chu Huaian slowly fastened his buttons and smiled.

"Hmm, I'm going to have a look, but mainly to go for surgery." Zheng Ren smiled, speaking unhurriedly.

"Boss Zheng, you've worked hard." Chu Huaian wasn't overly polite; one could still see it in his eyebrows and eyes: "Old Seven, take Boss Zheng to the airport, don't delay."

Song Ying simply nodded, not dwelling on the medical matter.

For out-of-town patients, getting treatment in the capital, at Hospital 912, is difficult. But for Song Ying and the clueless Chu Huaian, it's no big deal.

"No need to be so polite…" Zheng Ren blinked.

"Boss Zheng, this is what being polite is." Song Ying laughed: "Big brother, I won't keep you company."

Chu Huaian nodded, hands behind his back, like an ordinary old man, and walked out slowly.

"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony; I'll first go say hello to Director Kong." Having said that, Zheng Ren immediately went to the director's office.

Time is a bit tight; if the airport expressway gets jammed, he'll miss his flight.

The flight out there only runs every two days; if he missed it, dozens of people would be waiting for him there for two days…

Thinking of that, Zheng Ren got a headache.

He knocked and entered Director Kong's office, stood with hands at attention, and said: "Director Kong, I'd like to take the day off."

"Just now thinking to say it." Director Kong said: "You've been busy to the point of confusion lately."

Zheng Ren scratched his head and gave a hehe laugh.

"Go ahead, next time tell me earlier if something comes up. Yesterday Director Yan called, I knew nothing. Fortunately I saw Zhou Chun Yong waiting for you this morning, so I didn't let it slip." Director Kong said lightly.

Zheng Ren immediately agreed.

Lately he's indeed been busy, focusing his attention on Dr. Mei Ha'er's side.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ren stared for a moment; Dr. Mei Ha'er hadn't greeted him yet. Forget it, we'll talk later.

Really busy, even though Su Yun is handling my outside affairs, I still feel everything is a mess.

Should I find someone to help me think about these things?

Zheng Ren didn't know such a person was called a life secretary, but without realizing it, he had already entertained this idea.

"I will often go see Doctor Mei Ha'er." Director Kong said: "The hospital's meaning is that Lin Ge, who is responsible for this, will wait until the doctor recovers to have some connection with the hospital; you need to pay attention to this."

"Mmm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"Besides, don't pursue quantity and speed in Shou Bing. I know your skill already exceeds my imagination, but mistakes made in haste prove the old saying right." Director Kong said: "Take it easy; the most important thing is that our interventional surgery operating room needs to conserve sutures—you haven't had a kid yet, right?"

After a lecture, Zheng Ren remembered everything point by point, then Director Kong drove him out. He greeted Liu Zewei, left Old Liu to watch the house, and Zheng Ren then got into Song Ying's car.