Chapter 1650: 1594 Exceeds the Standard by 1000 Times

At 32:43, Zheng Ren leaned back in his chair, his face showing a relaxed smile.

"Are you sure this isn't postoperative scar tissue but a ceramic fragment?" Su Yun looked at the image and asked doubtfully.

"What do you think?" Zheng Ren didn't answer directly, but turned the question back.

"I'm only 60% sure." Su Yun spoke frankly.

"Let's see the results—is the eldest son of the Wang family here?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss Zheng, the eldest son just received a call from Dr. Richard at Massachusetts General Hospital and went to handle the matter you instructed," an attendant replied.

"How long will the test results take?" Zheng Ren asked.

"One hour; there are still 28 minutes left."

"Then let's wait and see." Zheng Ren sounded a little tired.

"Hitting people is more tiring than performing surgery—this was something Zheng Ren learned for the first time."

He had grown accustomed to the tension of surgery; on the operating table under the shadowless lamp, that was his stage. But beating someone was different—Zheng Ren couldn't even be sure his threats had any effect.

However, the effect seemed to be not bad.

He must never do this again; being gentle would be much better, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

"What's next?" Su Yun asked.

"Wait for the results; if a metal element exceeds the standard by more than a hundred times, we can confirm it's a ceramic fragment," Zheng Ren said.

"Hmm?"

"These tiny fragments are like sandpaper—every movement wears down the metal part." Zheng Ren said: "So after surgery, the patient developed metal‑toxicity symptoms such as hearing loss and blindness. You see, that's close to your guess. Although it's not poisoning, the end result is similar."

Su Yun thought for a moment, exhaled, and laughed.

The black hair on his forehead floated proudly.

Perhaps, but the idea was too far‑fetched; even if Zheng Ren said it, he himself wouldn't believe it.

"Boss Zheng, Dr. Richard said he's coming right over." The eldest son of the Wang family rushed back, his calm eyes unable to conceal the turmoil within.

Originally they had hoped to see a heated showdown, a dispute between doctors. But when Massachusetts General Hospital's Dr. Richard heard the situation, he immediately said he would fly over.

He couldn't even wait for the Wang family's private jet; he bought a ticket and flew himself.

The outcome was obvious at a glance.

"No time." Zheng Ren waved a hand and said: "Your father—that is, the patient—is in poor condition. If my hypothesis is proven, we need to perform surgery immediately to get the patient out of the heavy‑metal overload state as soon as possible."

"Surgery?" The eldest son of the Wang family blinked, thinking medicine alone would suffice.

"Of course, the hip joint inside is constantly releasing heavy metals. Hmm, this is my guess, which needs lab‑test support to confirm." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "As for whether to operate, listen to your family's opinion."

"My father's condition…" the eldest son of the Wang family hesitated.

"If we don't operate, he'll certainly die within a month. If we operate, there's a chance he'll survive." Zheng Ren laughed and said: "Doctors only make suggestions, especially for families like yours. Deciding on a specific treatment plan is no longer my concern."

The eldest son of the Wang family glanced at the time and fell silent.

"Let's go back to the ward; I want to observe the patient's condition to see if surgery is appropriate." Having said that, Zheng Ren strode out.

This domineering style rarely showed up in Zheng Ren before. Su Yun followed behind him, feeling that when the boss came out this time, he was releasing the little beast in his heart and had turned nasty.

He also didn't know whether they would get along in the future.

The eldest son of the Wang family wore an expression as still as water, walked beside Zheng Ren, and gave a brief introduction to the National Hospital here.

This is the largest private hospital in Nanyang, although it's called the National Hospital, it is not a public hospital established by the state.

"By the way, how is Chu Nu Ang Sai?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Um…" Su Yun exclaimed, and before the eldest son of the Wang family could speak, she immediately asked: "Why are you still worrying about this?"

"Just curious." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Master Chu Nu Ang Sai has fallen into a coma, and his condition is particularly bad." The eldest son of the Wang family said.

Zheng Ren said nothing.

Su Yun saw his hesitant look and knew what he was thinking. If it weren't for Song En being so pushy, he'd probably be going to see Master Chu Nu Ang Sai's condition right now.

But after that recent clash and fight, which spilled blood and injured over a dozen people, now he's scrambling over to check on a patient?

The aura of weakness is too obvious; afraid that if the patient isn't seen, they'll suffer.

This is indeed regrettable.

Rumors about feeding Gu worms with hot blood and such—Zheng Ren must be dying of curiosity about them.

Su Yun let out a long sigh.

Back in the ward, Zheng Ren looked over the data again. A few minutes later, the eldest son of the Wang family, unable to hide his emotions, torn up to the extreme, came to Zheng Ren's side and said: "Boss Zheng, the results are out. Cobalt levels exceed the standard by a thousandfold."

"Hmm, as expected." Zheng Ren didn't even lift his head, continuing to sort the documents.

Su Yun had no time to complain about Zheng Ren's pretentiousness; although Zheng Ren had given him a heads‑up, the news still far exceeded his expectations.

"Boss, what do we do next?" Su Yun asked.

"Perform surgery—do another hip‑joint replacement," Zheng Ren said.

The eldest son of the Wang family immediately asked: "Boss Zheng, after the operation, how long do you estimate until improvement?"

"After surgery, the level of metallic cobalt will quickly improve within 12 hours. Esophageal symptoms and fever will ease immediately, and heart insufficiency will improve in a short time. But vision and hearing will recover more slowly."

It's still regrettable; although the eldest son of the Wang family knows the surgery won't make his father young again, who could resist such a beautiful hope?

"The patient's condition is just like that—nothing special. It's poor, but without surgery he'll die soon; with surgery he might live, or he might die on the operating table." Zheng Ren turned, looked earnestly at the eldest son of the Wang family, as if explaining the condition to a patient's family in 912, and said:

"……" The eldest son of the Wang family hesitated.

"That's the situation—specifically, whether surgery is needed, and if so, whether Dr. Richard from Massachusetts General Hospital or I will perform it; discuss it among your family." Zheng Ren, unconsciously becoming much firmer, added: "I can wait 24 hours."

"Boss Zheng, thank you for your hard work, thank you." The eldest son of the Wang family repeatedly bowed and said.

"You're too kind." Zheng Ren stood, returned the gesture, and spoke gently.

In an instant, the role shifted, and Zheng Ren reverted to the gentle, honest Boss Zheng he had been in 912.

Then I will arrange for someone to send you and your friend to the hotel. Wang family elder said: 'The specific matters will be handled by my son Wang Nan; if you have any needs, just discuss them with him.'

After seeing Zheng Ren off, the Wang family elder stood in the ward, his expression fluctuating. Soon, the second uncle entered and asked: 'Brother, does Zheng Lao Ban really have a solution?'

'His claim is that Doctor Richard of Massachusetts General Hospital made a surgical error, causing his father's hearing and vision to be impaired.' Wang family elder said gloomily.