Chapter 1603: 1552 Coward (Alliance Leader Yun Piao Ying – Extra Chapter 5)

"It's fine." Su Yun's gaze passed through the black hair in front of her forehead, looking at Zheng Ren, her voice somewhat drifting.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren's eyes narrowed.

"Forget it." Su Yun said, head down and discouraged: "Director Pan's physical exam found something on his lungs."

A surge of hot blood rushed to Zheng Ren's head, and instantly a buzzing sound rang in his ears.

His heartbeat sounded like an ancient giant beating a war drum, thumping thump-thump in his ears.

The world turned pallid; the formerly vivid colors faded in an instant, leaving only a vast blankness.

A thought arose in Zheng Ren's mind, yet it had nothing to do with Director Pan.

An abnormality in hemodynamics triggered pulsatile tinnitus.

It was not the pulsatile tinnitus caused by conditions such as carotid artery aneurysm, carotid stenosis, arteriovenous malformation, or cervical spine disease where hypertrophied transverse processes of the vertebral bodies compress the internal jugular vein.

Rather, it was due to a sudden spike in blood pressure, increased cardiac output, and vigorous constriction of blood vessels, altering the hemodynamics of blood flow to the cranial cavity and inner ear, thereby producing vascular noise that travels to the inner ear and causes this change.

Is the blood pressure 180 mmHg? It feels like it's about to shoot out from the top of the head.

These meaningless thoughts floated in Zheng Ren's mind; each time he thought of lung cancer imaging data, he felt the tinnitus grow louder and involuntarily generated the urge to avoid.

It seemed like only a moment, yet also like stepping through countless ages.

After an unknown amount of time, two hands stroked his cheeks, warm and affectionate.

"Zheng Ren!"

"Ah?" Zheng Ren was called out of a hazy other dimension by that voice; he dazedly glanced.

Xie Yiren stood before him, while he himself didn't realize when he had sat down in the chair.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be like that." Xie Yiren gently stroked Zheng Ren's cheek, speaking softly.

"Oh, it's fine." Zheng Ren nodded, but for some reason tears splashed out.

"The diagnosis isn't set yet." Su Yun couldn't help saying, but her voice also choked a little, and she couldn't go on with what she wanted to say to Zheng Ren.

"Let's go, back to Hai Cheng." Xie Yiren grabbed Zheng Ren's hand and said firmly.

Zheng Ren felt a little afraid.

Although Director Pan wasn't nearby, recalling that he was still putting his energy into emergency work in Hai Cheng, always laughing that at his age he should go home to hold his grandchildren and enjoy his blessings.

However, knowing that Director Pan had something on his lung… it was likely lung cancer; Su Yun, this guy, would surely not misread the chest film, and Zheng Ren felt a sense of dread.

He dared not look, dare not listen, dare not think.

Remembering Director Pan's coughing, he estimated it had probably invaded the main airway. Less than a month ago when he returned to Hai Cheng, he was fine. Such rapid progression—could it be small-cell lung cancer?

67% of small-cell lung cancer patients have evident extrathoracic metastases at diagnosis, while only 33% of limited-stage patients have lesions confined to a single radiation field within the thorax.

Another set of data naturally surfaced in Zheng Ren's mind, and he instinctively shifted back a bit.

Xie Yiren didn't pull Zheng Ren, looking at him sitting in the chair with surprise, like a wronged child, tears streaming down his face, wanting to shrink into a corner.

"Let's go back and see; maybe it's not." Xie Yiren gently wiped the tears from Zheng Ren's face.

"Coward." Su Yun said: "Hurry up, seize the time to go back, see if surgery is possible, and just do it directly."

Xie Yiren glared at Su Yun, then spoke gently: "Go take a look; if you want to cry, do it in the car, okay?"

Zheng Ren felt very confused, speaking softly: "Last time I went back, there was nothing wrong."

"Let's go." Xie Yiren didn't say more to Zheng Ren; at this point nothing would help. She forcefully pulled Zheng Ren up from the chair, interlocking their fingers, and led him away.

Liu Zewei saw Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Chang Yue say they were leaving and wanted to ask how to handle the patient, but after thinking, he restrained himself and didn't ask.

With myself and Professor Rudolf Wagner present, the patient would be fine. Over there, it looks like an important person has fallen ill.

Lung cancer? Boss Zheng should be able to have surgery, right?

Hopefully nothing is wrong.

Just now seeing Boss Zheng's face turn deathly pale in a flash, Liu Zewei was startled.

Boss Zheng usually seems like a mountain, with no noticeable emotional fluctuation.

Never expected that this stone-like person would also have moments of losing control.

Thinking this, the group ahead had already disappeared from view.

……

Xie Yiren held the steering wheel with her left hand and Zheng Ren's cold hand with her right. Su Yun and Chang Yue sat in the back, scrolling on their phones.

As the Volvo was about to leave Di Du, Su Yun let out a soft sigh, wanting to put away her phone.

"Have the films been sent over?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

His voice was hoarse; the spasmodic condition of his vocal cords due to drastic changes in blood pressure and hormones had not yet improved.

Su Yun silently looked out the window.

"I'll take a look." Zheng Ren said solemnly.

Su Yun hesitated a moment, then still handed the phone to Zheng Ren.

The image was very clear; no need to enlarge—upon sight one could see the left lower lobe, a space-occupying lesion about 5 cm in diameter.

Zheng Ren released Xie Yiren's hand, feeling her slightly reach forward, as if she still wanted to hold his hand.

He lightly patted the back of Xie Yiren's hand, indicating he was fine.

He switched the phone to his left hand, used his right to open the image, and Zheng Ren began reading the films.

He zoomed in and out, examining it extremely carefully.

Normally Zheng Ren reads films carefully, but this time it was Director Pan's images; he seemed to want to dive into the phone's pictures, viewing frame by frame.

The transmitted images were not many; from Hai Cheng, Su Yun received the most typical six images—three lung windows and three mediastinal windows.

Zheng Ren looked over them repeatedly for nearly an hour.

There was little silence in the car; Xie Yiren kept driving at the speed limit, eager to return home.

"Su Yun." Zheng Ren felt his voice still wasn't right, coughed twice, then said: "Su Yun, ask that side for all the images."

"……" Su Yun opened her mouth to retort Zheng Ren, but she directly held back.

Big brother, all the images, just the transmission, how long will it take!

The phone just has enough memory; downloading a few hundred or even a few thousand images… the key is that Su Yun thinks it's meaningless.

It's a typical lung cancer; the image shows a shadow in the lower lobe of the left lung with spiculations around it, and after reconstruction, the tumor Blood Vessel can be vaguely seen.

Around there are also two points suspected of metastasis; it's estimated that Zheng Ren is unwilling in his heart and still wants to desperately prove that it's not tumor metastasis.

If it's just lung cancer……

MD! 5 cm, that's already big enough.

If surgery is done immediately, the 5-year survival rate is no more than 30%. Even if the surgery is performed by myself and Zheng Ren together, Su Yun thinks to herself.

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Note: Life cannot be as good as you imagine, nor as bad as you imagine. I think people's fragility and strength are beyond imagination. I don't remember who said this, and I haven't looked it up.

Zheng Lao Ban, in a sense, is just a coward.

Feng Xu Hui, Director Miao, and then Director Pan.