Chapter 1427: 1383 Undeterminable (Alliance Leader Eats, Sleeps, Reads, Listens to Music – Bonus Chapter 2)

"Wait a moment, Director Chu." Zheng Ren's expression was solemn, his hand speed fully open, he began reconstruction using simple CT scan data.

Watching Zheng Ren's hand speed, Director Chu was extremely envious.

Senior doctors have rich clinical experience, while young doctors have abundant energy and... hand speed.

Can experience and physical strength be combined into one?

That's impossible.

Zheng Lao Ban might be an exception, but even if he does the reconstruction, metastatic tumors will absolutely not appear.

Director Chu firmly believes this.

He shook his head again, stood up, turned and left. Since Zheng Lao Ban insists, let him do it. Anyway, I'm not optimistic, so there's no need to watch.

After the several directors left, Liang Boshi stayed behind.

He glanced at the image but saw nothing. Only Zheng Lao Ban stared at the originally dull image as if watching a bloody, violent blockbuster, relishing it.

"Zheng Lao Ban, have you found where the problem is?" Liang Boshi asked.

His voice was very low, as if he feared that speaking a bit louder would affect Zheng Ren's train of thought.

"It should be between the 6th and 7th thoracic vertebrae." Zheng Ren said, without beating around the bush, and clicked with the mouse on a point of the image on the screen.

"Here, the density differs from other locations."

"..." Liang Boshi scratched his head.

At that position, the image shows no visible difference to the naked eye compared to other locations—at least I can't see it.

"See?" Zheng Ren looked at the screen, happily to himself, "It should be here; once I finish the whole reconstruction, if no other locations show it, we can determine it."

"..." Liang Boshi could feel the joy and excitement in Zheng Ren's tone, but still didn't know exactly where.

He watched for another hour; each time Zheng Lao Ban finished a segment of CT 3D reconstruction, he would go back and compare it with the 6th and 7th thoracic vertebrae.

It seemed Zheng Lao Ban grew more certain that there was a problem at that location.

Liang Boshi didn't find it boring; sitting here, just watching Zheng Lao Ban's hand speed already made him happy.

With that hand speed, going into e-sports would be great, earning a hundred million a year.

But as soon as that thought arose, Liang Boshi laughed.

It's said that a few days ago Zheng Lao Ban gave a lecture to a foreign expert team, charging $300,000 per person.

Annual salary? Would Zheng Lao Ban care about that?

Sigh, if I had that hand speed, how great would that be.

Liang Boshi watched a while longer; although he didn't understand, he was itching to try, so he went to the back, turned on a machine, pulled up Zheng Ren's images, and compared them carefully.

The density really is slightly different, but Liang Boshi suspects it's a psychological effect from having heard Zheng Ren say that.

While he was comparing, Zheng Ren kept going and spent a full four and a half hours to complete the whole-body CT reconstruction.

This workload was especially large, because the required data were extremely fine, exceeding the finest level required clinically.

After finishing the whole-body CT images, it was already past noon twelve.

Zheng Ren stood up, saw Liang Boshi still holding two images for comparison, and patted his shoulder.

Liang Boshi seemed startled, almost jumping up from his chair.

"You don't need to react so intensely," Zheng Ren laughed.

"I got lost in it." Liang Boshi felt a bit embarrassed, randomly pointing at a point on the impact, saying, "Is it here?"

"Mm, the area around it all has problems; the point you pointed out has especially serious issues." Zheng Ren said.

Liang Boshi was overjoyed, then said, "I thought it was just my subjective impression."

"It's not subjective imagination, nor an artifact, here..." Zheng Ren said, sighing.

"What's wrong, Zheng Lao Ban?" Liang Boshi asked.

"I don't know how to prove it's a malignant tumor." Zheng Ren said helplessly.

Liang Boshi then realized that he and Zheng Lao Ban had studied the images all morning, which might be completely meaningless.

A basin of cold water poured over his head.

"I'll go back and think about it again." Zheng Ren smiled slightly, saying, "Help me upload the images, the film... print a copy."

"Okay."

"Then I'll go first."

Zheng Ren said that, turned and left the CT room, thinking about how to confirm whether the abnormal image at Li Lao's 6th and 7th thoracic vertebrae is a latent metastatic lesion.

Determining abnormality is already difficult; even with destructive surgery removing the vertebral body, pathology would struggle to find a few tumor cells.

Time still seemed early; Zheng Ren remembered Su Yun saying they would meet Peng Jia and Ning Shu in the afternoon to discuss matters.

Zheng Ren, while thinking about the system diagnosis and the images he had just produced, compared various imaging examinations in his mind, and walked back to the department.

In the office, Chang Yue and Liu Zewei were busy.

Liu Zewei was writing medical records, while Chang Yue was communicating and explaining to a woman in her forties, dressed extremely flamboyantly.

Zheng Ren didn't disturb the two, sitting at his usual spot.

"Miss, you say the illness is so serious, yet that deadbeat still insists on treatment! Isn't it just that he's annoyed about spending too much money?" The woman said while filing her nails, talking to Chang Yue.

"You can't say that either; now Professor Zheng's new technique has a high success rate." Chang Yue smiled faintly, and Zheng Ren sensed a special impatience in her words.

"It's all hype." The woman lowered her head, filing her nails, and said firmly, "If it weren't for some company saying that as long as you agree to the surgery live broadcast they'd cover all costs, I wouldn't have brought him here."

"It's the Xinglin Yuan company, carrying out activities to popularize Professor Zheng's new TIPS surgical technique." Chang Yue's smile became more polite, revealing a sense of unfamiliarity.

"That deadbeat heard somewhere in some group that the surgery would cure him; you say even if this disease is cured, you still need to take entecavir orally, costing ten or several dozen yuan a day. With that money, what couldn't you do?"

Chang Yue no longer wanted to just go through the motions.

"Miss, tell me honestly, how long can my deadbeat husband still live?"

"Estimated twenty to thirty years, no problem." Chang Yue said.

Impossible, look at his belly—it's bigger than my ten‑month pregnancy. Along the way I had to stop every few steps to wait for him, inching along step by step. This person, when facing death, the will to live is truly strong. To die honestly and straightforwardly, isn't that good?

Zheng Ren was speechless.

According to the woman, she walked ahead on her own, while the patient inched forward step by step, persisting all the way to Di Du and arriving at the 912 Hospital.

But what's the use of wanting to live? In the end, isn't it just death? When I used to take him to other Hospitals for treatment, I could see that he was in the very late stage of late stage. One patient who underwent this Shou Bing died a miserable death.

"……" Zheng Ren let out a soft sigh.

Chang Yue also remained silent, began printing various explanatory documents, preparing to have her sign.

"It's fine, little sis, you don't need to tell me about all the complications. Do you know why I came along?" The woman blew on her nails, glanced at the sunlight, and felt quite satisfied.