Chapter 1438: 1392 A Little Wild Beast Within

Xianggang, Harmony Nurture Hospital.

After another bout of delirium, Qin Lu briefly regained consciousness.

His eyes had lost their wise luster, were filled with fatigue, and he gazed vacantly at the children and grandchildren in the room.

How much of the concern in the children's and grandchildren's eyes is genuine, and how much is feigned—who can tell?

After resting for a few minutes, he felt his strength return a little, opened his cloudy yellow eyes, and said, "Qin Tang, stay; everyone else, leave."

Qin Tian Ming was respectful and obedient, gently watching the others leave, and whispered: "Qin Tang, don't chat too long; your grandfather is tired."

Having said that, he gave Qin Lu a concerned glance, then turned and left.

The ward was quiet; Qin Lu looked at Qin Tang and asked, "I fear my time is short."

"Grandfather, please don't say that." Qin Tang felt uneasy.

Although Qin Lu's eyes were cloudy, they still seemed able to see through people's hearts.

"I don't know when I'll fall asleep again; please listen quietly." Qin Lu said lightly, not daring to exert too much strength, fearing he might fall asleep prematurely and have no time to instruct Qin Tang.

Qin Tang nodded.

"You know I hold you in high regard, yet I didn't leave you a large fortune, hoping you'd understand." Qin Lu said briefly: "The assets I leave you represent the future. From the Information Harbor to the Chinese Medicine Harbor, they eventually ended up as real estate. Real estate has no prospect—you must grasp this."

Qin Tang nodded.

Qin Lu gazed at him silently; after 10 seconds, he continued: "As long as you understand, that's fine. The equity of those few companies isn't huge in absolute value, but they are all carefully selected by me. Don't pour funds into real estate projects—that is my final advice to you."

"Grandfather!" Qin Tang felt a faint unease.

"Don't interrupt me; I'm not that easy to give up on." Qin Lu asked: "Who cured Zou Jia Hua's illness?"

Doctor Zheng Ren of 912.

"Did you invite him?"

"I did, but the 912 hospital administration directly refused. I inquired indirectly and learned that Doctor Olsson of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences is at 912, researching turbulence with Doctor Zheng." Qin Tang briefly explained the situation.

"A truly good doctor can't be summoned so easily. You must go right away—you know my condition, don't you?"

"I know."

"Go; this is my last hope." Qin Lu said, not discouraged but instead smiled: "Think carefully about Zou Jia Hua's conduct in this matter, and you will understand many things."

……

"Measure, timing, and judgment." Qin Lu said, his eyes slowly closing again as a faint snore sounded.

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Early the next morning, Zheng Ren woke up and saw Xiao Yi Ren's reply.

He clicked on it anxiously.

Xie Yiren said nothing else, seeming no different from her usual goodnight greeting, as if last night's meeting with her father-in-law had merely been a hallucination.

But Xiao Yi Ren wasn't home; Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue went to a breakfast shop like stray dogs, casually grabbing a bite.

Su Yun lamented that Xie Yiren's cooking was still the best; eating half-full under the boss's strange gaze at the breakfast shop, she hurried early to the hospital.

According to yesterday's schedule, the first patient was the one Chang Yue had insisted Zheng Ren perform surgery on as the lead surgeon.

Although in Zheng Ren's view, Liu Zewei performing the surgery while he observed from the platform yielded almost the same result, the difference lay only in the time and some minor details unsuitable for TIPS Shou Bing.

But Chang Yue's request was to go ahead with it.

Zheng Ren, while saying yesterday that the patient was a dead man and trimming his nails, discussing what kind of woman to seek, also felt a hint of disgust.

At home, he couldn't control himself.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the patient gained an additional identity—he was now Zheng Ren's patient!

"How can you call my patient a dead man?!" She had died; Zheng Ren believed his patients must not die.

The patient wanted to lie honestly in bed, but could not rest easy.

Massive ascites raised the diaphragm, reducing lung function. Breathing difficulty, venous blood reflux impeded—these problems made the patient appear especially miserable.

Twenty to thirty years ago, the patient's current condition would have been considered beyond cure, truly only able to go home and await death.

Drawing ascites lowers abdominal pressure, causing more fluid to seep from the blood vessels, leading to hypoproteinemia.

It can only relieve symptoms for a day or two; even the patient can feel comfortable for only about 12 hours.

With the emergence of TIPS Shou Bing, patients could opt to gamble on life and death. If the surgery went smoothly and hepatic encephalopathy was not severe, under the effect of diuretics and other drugs, they would gradually recover, and portal hypertension would no longer persist.

Living another ten or eight years is no problem.

Zheng Ren's improved version of TIPS Shou Bing makes a full recovery likely for this "incurable disease".

Zheng Ren recalled yesterday's woman's face and smiled faintly.

"Boss, when can we do two more surgeries?" Professor Rudolf Wagner followed him up, expressing extreme dissatisfaction with Zheng Ren's plan to bring Liu Zewei onto the stage.

The number of patients is limited; Professor Rudolf Wagner and Liu Zewei are like hungry cubs needing countless surgeries for training.

Using Shou Bing to enhance the Technique to a certain level, then consolidating it with numerous Shou Bing.

Given their ages, reaching Master-level is probably the limit.

Zheng Ren, hearing the professor's dissatisfied question, smiled and said, "The Community Hospital will be ready soon; then all the European and American experts coming to study will be under your guidance."

"Oh my goodness, Boss, your generosity could light up the entire universe!" Professor Rudolf Wagner exclaimed excitedly.

He could outperform all peers; the professor was especially interested in this, having forgotten that his original purpose was to have Zheng Ren perform a few surgeries on him to improve his Technique.

"Xie Yiren, what did your father say yesterday?" Zheng Ren, seeing Xie Yiren busy, approached and whispered.

"Nothing much, my mother likes you a lot, saying you're silly." Xie Yiren chuckled and said.

Zheng Ren scratched his head.

"Being silly is normal; Zheng Ren had a correct assessment of his own performance yesterday."

"And Uncle Ning... what does your father think?"

「He said you're too honest in your behavior, actually your Inner Mind is dark. 」 Xie Yiren said with a smiling squint.

「……」 Zheng Ren never expected his father-in-law to give him such an evaluation.

「Let me translate for you, see if it scares you. 」 Xie Yiren said: 「It's just that your Inner Mind has a little wild beast that needs disciplining. 」

Zheng Ren nodded repeatedly.

Yi Ren is right!

「Hurry up and go watch the video, Shou Bing is about to start. 」 Xie Yiren urged, afraid Zheng Ren would keep thinking about his own little matters and delay the Shou Bing.

Giving a foolish laugh, Zheng Ren went to watch the video with his arms crossed. Before the Shou Bing, not even glancing at the video, simulating the Shou Bing process, he always feels unprepared.

The patient lying on the Operating table was somewhat timid; he carefully surveyed the few people around and asked, "Doctor, can I get off the table alive?"