Chapter 156: line with translation of chapter title

"Sis, what is he doing?" Su Yun really felt bored and was also curious, so she could only whisper to ask Zhao Jie.

"I don't know." Zhao Jie stared at the screen, eyes dead, forgetting the time.

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"I guess he's looking for abnormal signal shadows at the liver's edge to see if they are the tumor's feeding artery." Zhao Jie speculated.

"So troublesome..."

"Domestically, hardly anyone does this; internationally… I haven't looked up information on this, nor am I clear. But only those who specialize in imaging and do interventional procedures can achieve this." Zhao Jie paused, "Even among them, not everyone necessarily can. Usually it's people from the Radiology Department who do interventional surgery, but this technique—few in the CT Shi know how to do it."

Su Yun remained silent, though she was dissatisfied and couldn't understand Zheng Ren's operation. But just going by his hand speed… he'd be enough to join the professional league of Honor of Kings.

Accurate, swift, without any delay.

After another fifteen Minute, Zheng Ren lifted his right hand from the mouse and snapped his fingers.

"Found it?" Su Yun asked.

He glanced sideways at Zhao Jie's expression.

As the Deputy Chief of the CT Shi, a professional technician specializing in 3D reconstruction, Zhao Jie looked completely bewildered, utterly failing to understand what Zheng Ren had found.

"Yeah, right here, it's a newly grown Artery." Zheng Ren casually wiped the sweat from his palms onto his White Coat, then continued operating.

Having found the tip of the proliferating Blood Vessel, fine as a hair, the rest was simple.

After a few Minute, a tortuous Blood Vessel appeared on the 3D reconstruction image. It continuously spiraled Rise, then suddenly bent and went downward.

Like the Yellow River's course, with nine bends and eighteen turns.

After ten Minute, the 3D reconstruction was finished, and that Blood Vessel originated from the gastric short Artery.

Only then did Zhao Jie let out a long breath.

Damn, that's awesome!

Even having witnessed the entire process with her own eyes, Zhao Jie could still only understand half of it.

The most crucial step, Zhao Jie could be sure that even if Zheng Ren taught her hand‑over‑hand, she probably wouldn't learn it within a month or two.

"Where are the films printed?" Zheng Ren asked.

"This… here." Zhao Jie pressed a button, and the film‑output machine beside her let out a roar. After a long while, several fresh, hot films finally printed out.

"The color drawings won't be ready until tomorrow." Zhao Jie was still a bit dazed.

"No need, actually finding the source of the proliferating Blood Vessel is enough." Zheng Ren stood up, laughing, in a very good mood.

Sitting in the CT Shi operating the machine to find the proliferating Blood Vessel is a hundred times better than wearing Lead clothing and standing in the Interventional surgery room, fishing for blood vessels with a wire.

Even if the system could convert radiation energy into Lead clothing, Zheng Ren wouldn't want to do that.

It seems the reward from the system, this Big Pig Trotter, is still reasonable; Zheng Ren felt pleased.

"Yah!" Zhao Jie suddenly exclaimed.

"What's up, Sis?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I still have to pick up my child this Evening!" Zhao Jie instantly fell into a panic, having just been so engrossed that she actually forgot such a big matter.

In her flustered gesture, she shooed Zheng Ren and Su Yun away; Zhao Jie hurriedly walked fast while putting on her coat.

"Zhao Jie, let me give you a ride." Su Yun ran a few steps and caught up.

Zheng Ren watched their backs, guessing that Zhao Jie had refused, while Su Yun clung stubbornly, insisting on helping.

That's fine too; Zhao Jie had helped a great deal, so don't rush—if the car got bumped, I'd feel bad.

Leisurely returning to the Jizhenbingfang, the time was already approaching eight.

Letting Yang Lei go home, Zheng Ren felt a bit hungry. But after mealtime, whether to eat or not… better to be lazy, just skip it.

Zheng Ren hugged his book and returned to the Zhibanshi.

First he opened his phone, notified others in the group: Zheng Yunxia's films were done, the overall situation was fairly optimistic, and she needed to be hospitalized for the next surgery.

He instructed Chang Yue to contact Feng Manager of Longwind Micro-creation for free consumables.

After arranging these trivial matters, Zheng Ren found a comfortable position and prepared to start reading.

No!

I haven't done rounds yet.

No wonder I've been feeling uneasy; doing the CT 3D reconstruction today drained too much energy.

Zheng Ren covered his forehead.

Putting on his shoes, he bade farewell to the warm, comfortable position, and Zheng Ren began making his rounds.

Actually, there's not much to see in the ward at night; the patients post‑Appendectomy are quite stable, just constantly saying they're in pain.

Zheng Ren gave the medical order, letting the nurse add a bottle of painkiller; he estimated the patient's pain would ease in about half an hour.

When he reached the last ward, he suddenly realized that this was where the old man, admitted today and at the end of his life, was staying.

Zheng Ren gently knocked on the door, then pushed it open.

The room had no other patients arranged; the old man lay in the middle Bed Position. The main light was off, only a bedside lamp was on.

The old woman sat in the chair by the bedside, wearing floral glasses, her right hand holding the old man's hand, her left hand holding a book, softly reciting.

"Liang Zhao Ji entered. In a moment, Liang Xu Ji said: 'It is feasible!' Thus Ji drew his sword and beheaded the guard. Xiang Liang held the guard's head, wearing his seal and ribbon. Those below were startled, in chaos, and Ji had slain dozens or hundreds." The voice was elegant, neither hurried nor slow.

"Cough cough." Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed, thinking he should not have disturbed the old couple's interaction. But based on his professional duty as a doctor, he still wanted to ask a few things.

"Doctor Zheng, you've come." The old woman turned back, saw it was Zheng Ren, put down her book, stroked the old man's white hair with her hand, stood up, and smiled, saying: "Please sit, Doctor Zheng."

"You're welcome, but you can't sit while making rounds." Zheng Ren said: "Just now, what were you reciting?"

"The Records of the Grand Historian, the Biography of Xiang Yu." The old woman said kindly: "My husband loved this chapter the most; knowing he can't read it now, reciting it a few times is still a kind of remembrance."

Zheng Ren nodded.

"This time really is a bother, Doctor Zheng." The old woman unconsciously rubbed her hands together, "We don't even have a cup of tea; we've neglected our guest."

"You're too polite, too polite." Zheng Ren waved his hands repeatedly, "May we step outside to say a few words?"

The old lady turned her head and glanced at the old man lying on the bed, his complexion rosy, she gave a slight smile, her bearing graceful, and said, "No need."

"Living or dying, at our age we've already let it go. He passed without suffering, and I can still keep him company a few more days—I'm already content."

"Then let me confirm, no resuscitation, right?" Zheng Ren said softly.

"Hmm, not that I can't let go." The old lady's tone was gentle yet firm.

"Then I won't disturb you, please continue, continue." Zheng Ren performed Jiu Gong, then left.

Such a broad‑minded person deserves respect, Zheng Ren thought.

The diagnosis displayed on the System Panel in the upper‑right corner of his field of view was multiple organ failure; Zheng Ren judged that his time had come, like a car driven too far—hundreds of thousands of kilometers—any vehicle would have to be scrapped.

Being able to accompany in SilenceSilence, to depart in SilenceSilence—this is quite good.