Chapter 1606: 1555 A False Alarm (The Sect Leader Is Xiao Cao Jun, Extra Chapter)

A Volvo XC60 stopped in front of the Emergency Department Building of Haicheng City First Hospital; Zheng Ren got out, and a familiar smell hit him.

Wang Zong stood at the gate, the hem of his white coat speckled with blood spots; it looked like he had just gone through an emergency rescue.

He opened his arms, smiling.

Zheng Ren didn't have time to savor the memories the Emergency Department Building gave him, hugged Wang Zong briefly, and asked, "Where's the director?"

"On the IV." Wang Zong said seriously, asking, "Boss Zheng, are you really okay?"

"Yeah, that's what the scan shows." Zheng Ren said hurriedly.

"……" Wang Zong was speechless.

Are the scan I looked at and the scan Boss Zheng looked at the same one?

With such an obvious lung space-occupying lesion, the scan showing a high likelihood of malignant tumor, Boss Zheng actually thought it was nothing?

"What did you order?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Antibiotics; the director now has a fever and high white blood count." Wang Zong said.

Zheng Ren nodded and headed straight to the director's office in the Emergency Department.

"Still getting used to it here?" Su Yun put her arm around Wang Zong's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"I'm fine, Yun Ge'er. Have you looked at the scan?" Wang Zong whispered to Su Yun.

"I have. It's a typical malignant lesion. But the boss insists it's an infection of Marniphil bacillus, and he's sure the director caught it eating a wild bamboo rat while passing through the Qinling Mountains on his way back from earthquake relief." Su Yun didn't hide anything, speaking frankly.

"Uh……" Wang Zong made a strange sound from his throat.

"What?" Su Yun's arm tensed slightly.

"Director Pan said that, together with Tian Nan Sheng's 120 emergency rescue vehicle, they went to Qinling, and indeed he had eaten wild bamboo rat, or rather he personally trapped it." Wang Zong was somewhat surprised.

But what the heck is Marniphil bacillus? Wang Zong looked bewildered.

He had never heard of it before.

Su Yun laughed, thinking it was probably true, not made up. Although she had already looked up Marniphil bacillus on her phone, hearing Wang Zong say that Director Pan had the experience Zheng Ren mentioned put her at ease immediately.

"Yun Ge'er, you're thoracic surgery, feeling……"

"The boss stopped your gastroenterology surgeries a couple of days ago." Su Yun shifted the topic.

But Wang Zong immediately understood what Su Yun meant.

One shouldn't deny the boss's diagnosis. Our surgeries, he says stop and they stop. Who can halt a surgery? Not only must the diagnosis be solid, but one also needs stature in the martial world.

MD! That's stopping emergency surgery—Wang Zong instantly got interested.

"What disease?" Wang Zong asked curiously.

"Intestinal obstruction." Su Yun said with a smile.

Wang Zong fell silent at once.

Intestinal obstruction?! It's truly hard to deal with when it flares up.

"Who did it? Is it the kind where the intestines stick together into a mass?" Wang Zong asked.

In his view, an intestinal obstruction where the intestines clump together is already a heaven-level difficulty.

"The diagnosis of intestinal obstruction was finally called off by the boss. He said the consideration was that it primarily acts on smooth muscle rather than skeletal muscle myasthenia. Later, a neostigmine test confirmed this."

"The surgery? I did it, removing the thymus in 23 minutes—just ask if you're convinced." Su Yun said with a grin.

Myasthenia gravis…… Wang Zong went dumbfounded.

I guess the scan is just that typical; otherwise, with layers of review in the department, there wouldn't be a misdiagnosis issue.

Seeing Wang Zong's expression, Su Yun guessed what he was thinking and said, "Would you dare to stop Professor Feng's surgery?"

"……"

Wang Zong felt that as soon as they met, he was hit with a barrage of blows.

Boss Zheng directly stopped Professor Feng's surgery; it seemed he had only been in Haicheng a few months, yet he couldn't imagine that this was his own hospital.

"Don't be down." Su Yun smiled: "I've never heard of Marniphil bacillus. I asked an infectious disease specialist, then got a few case reports passed to me, and looked them up online before I knew. So, whatever the boss says, I can question it—you just keep your ears open."

Wang Zong immediately discarded the damned myasthenia gravis and intestinal obstruction, stopped thinking about them, and focused on Director Pan's condition.

"Really not?" He still couldn't believe it.

"Who knows? Believe it or not, I don't care—I believe it anyway." Su Yun followed Zheng Ren into the director's office.

Zheng Ren sat at the bedside, looking at Director Pan, and said, "Director."

Director Pan blinked open his eyes dazedly, saw Zheng Ren, and asked weakly, "How come you're back?"

"Really, if there's a problem you should have said earlier; I've been suffering here." Zheng Ren didn't answer Director Pan's question but just started complaining.

Just like a son working away from home complaining about his parents—exactly the same expression.

"Nothing, just a cold." Director Pan coughed twice and said.

"What cold, don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said unhappily: "Necrotic papules on the forehead and chest—I didn't know, yet I'm toughing it out here. Wang Zong, go get a box of voriconazole."

As he spoke, Zheng Ren paused, called out to Wang Zong, and said, "Or just give a slow push of da fu kang."

"Just a slow push?" Su Yun asked, worried Zheng Ren might rush and make a mistake.

"We've already delayed too long; first use drugs to suppress the fungal infection."

"I just ordered antibiotics less than two days ago—why switch to antifungals?" Director Pan asked.

"Director, this isn't a cold or inflammation; it's Marniphil bacillus." Zheng Ren smiled, his urgency eased from when he first arrived, "I'll give you a checkup soon to confirm."

"What more tests? Just a few antibiotics would fix it." Director Pan muttered, but his fever wouldn't drop, he felt terrible, and he had neither time nor energy to fuss.

Zheng Ren ignored Director Pan; how to diagnose and treat wasn't up to him.

Now at home, he makes the decisions.

Have Su Yun contact the bronchoscope, while Zheng Ren starts training in the system operating room.

Because Director Pan's infection focus isn't central, bronchoscopy is a bit tricky. But this doesn't stop Zheng Ren; after ten practice runs, he's become adept.

Bronchoscopy took a tissue sample, performed a frozen section, and also conducted a pathogenic examination.

It took four hours.

Zheng Ren, under the microscope, personally saw typical broom-shaped branches, growing in double whorls, scattered, with 2–7 stalk bases, each bearing 2–6 bottle-shaped stalks, relatively short and straight; the bottle bodies were somewhat enlarged, the stalk necks short and straight, single bottle stalks visible, growing directly from the aerial hyphae, their tips bearing single chains of conidia.

After confirming several times, it was typical Marasmius basket-shaped fungus, not lung cancer, definitely not lung cancer; only then did Zheng Ren relax.