Chapter 1705: 1647 Able to Live Until Death

Days passed one by one.

The Community Hospital had gradually gotten on track; the Inpatient Chiefs and Deputy Chiefs under the department heads Zhou Chun Yong had summoned from various places took on the responsibility of frontline clinical doctors, working diligently and taking night shifts.

Capital Medical University, an anatomy teaching Lesson beyond imagination, completely convinced them.

They were all veteran clinical doctors, and they clearly understood the gap between their own level and that of Doctor Su, who was like a hot online celebrity.

The gap was huge.

But that wasn't all—Doctor Su was actually just an assistant!

As for Zheng Lao Ban…

Doctors, after all, talk about skill and level.

Doctor Su's level was high, but from seeing how he spoke with Zheng Lao Ban, one could tell Zheng Lao Ban's level was beyond one's guess.

It's a sin to look down on experts, especially after coming to Di Du, where hidden dragons and crouching tigers lurk; to remain clueless about the depths would be going too far.

So they worked diligently, nobody daring to say anything strange, only hoping to truly master TIPS Surgery.

Lin JiaoJiao admitted the patient; the surgery was performed personally by Zheng Ren, with the assistant… being Zhu Liangchen.

The postoperative outcome was excellent, with no complications at all, completely different from the patients Zhu Liangchen had operated on.

Originally I thought Zheng Lao Ban's surgery was a bit rough and had some complaints, but after seeing the patient's condition, Zhu Liangchen was utterly convinced.

As the second batch of "trainees" returned to all parts of the country and the world, Zheng Ren discovered that the progress of the Fame Under Heaven fourth stage task was also advancing rapidly.

Everything proceeded naturally toward a better direction, days passing in an orderly fashion.

Zheng Ren was like that, but others were not necessarily so.

Zhao Wenhua was somewhat troubled.

People from the hometown came; a distant relative had hemoptysis, diagnosed as bronchiectasis, and came to Di Du seeking medical treatment.

Bronchiectasis is caused by chronic purulent inflammation and fibrosis of the bronchi and surrounding lung tissue, which destroys the muscular and elastic tissue of the bronchial walls, leading to bronchial deformation and persistent dilation.

Typical symptoms include chronic cough, coughing up large amounts of purulent sputum, and recurrent hemoptysis.

The hometown relative had no purulent sputum but did have hemoptysis; twenty years ago, severe bronchiectasis would have required lung lobectomy.

Otherwise, hemoptysis could also be fatal.

But with the rise of interventional surgery, one can use embolization to block the bronchial artery and treat bronchiectasis; the surgical outcome is excellent, and this is also a major branch of organ interventional surgery.

But after Zhao Wenhua admitted the relative to the hospital and performed an enhanced chest CT, he looked at the images and was dumbfounded.

The right middle lobe and left upper lobe showed mild bronchiectasis, the left lower lobe had bronchial pneumonia. An occupying lesion in the basal segment of the right lower lobe was considered, suggesting lung adenocarcinoma.

It's not bronchiectasis, but lung cancer!

In the office, Zhao Wenhua looked at the films, and the more he looked, the more troubled he became.

Although it was a distant relative, nobody wanted to be the crow that brings bad news.

There was no choice; he had to summon the hometown relative and feign a solemn explanation of the condition.

After briefly explaining the situation, Zhao Wenhua sighed and said, "The diagnosis is lung cancer, and there's not much we can do; I'll contact thoracic surgery to see if resection is possible."

The patient's husband, who was also a distant cousin of Zhao Wenhua, was left bewildered by his words and asked in a daze, "Brother, didn't you say it was bronchiectasis?"

"Ordinary films don't show it clearly." Zhao Wenhua also felt annoyed.

He looked down on people from his hometown from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't just ignore them, which left him scratching his head.

If it were merely bronchiectasis, rushing to surgery would make postoperative hemoptysis improve quickly, and he'd gain face.

But who would have thought it would turn out to be lung cancer.

This matter is a mess!

"Possibly we need to remove the right lower lobe, but nowadays the surgery is thoracoscopic minimally invasive, so you don't need to worry too much; recovery after the operation is quick." Zhao Wenhua said.

"Brother, Xiao Juan won't die, will she?"

"Who doesn't die!" Zhao Wenhua snapped irritably, "There's no one in the world who doesn't die."

His distant cousin fell silent for a moment, then asked again, "Brother, tell me the truth—how long can Xiao Juan still live?"

"Live until death!" Zhao Wenhua blurted out harshly.

With other patients, Zhao Wenhua would certainly not do this, but with the hometown relatives—poor and troublesome—he felt annoyed deep down.

It was already eleven o'clock, yet he still had to rush to contact thoracic surgery and find a bed—these were all matters of personal favor.

But he couldn't bring himself to say those words.

Only by handling things lightly and smoothly could he show that he had connections in Di Du and could save face before his hometown folk.

Wanting to keep face is really hard.

"It might also be an inflammatory pseudotumor; let's wait for the postoperative pathology." Zhao Wenhua gave a random reassurance, then sent his distant cousin packing.

Afterward, Zhao Wenhua personally went to thoracic surgery and asked Fang Lin for a bed. Bed 912 was tight; there was never talk of an empty bed.

Even if Fang Lin agreed to arrange a bed, one would have to wait for someone to be discharged first.

Returning to the ward, Zhao Wenhua suddenly saw Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner standing before the viewbox, pointing at the film he had forgotten to take down and saying something.

He startled a moment, then immediately laughed, "Zheng Lao Ban, is the surgery done?"

Saying that, he squeezed in front of the viewbox to take the film away.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was tall and sturdy; Zhao Wenhua squeezed in, but the professor didn't budge.

"Professor Zhao, is the surgery done?" Zheng Ren smiled and then continued speaking to the professor: "This disease is just like that; you've done plenty over there, Fugui'er."

"Not much; ordinary doctors, blowing their own trumpets, can't spot this disease." Professor Rudolf Wagner pointed his finger at the film, "It's not that rare, but most cases are misdiagnosed."

Misdiagnosed? Zhao Wenhua shuddered.

"In our backwater, once they cut this disease straight out in thoracic surgery. During the operation they used an endoscope to look, but no matter what they couldn't find the tumor. Everyone ended up foolish, coming to find me for a consultation." The professor said, "After I diagnosed it, they still insisted with five horses and spears that it was wrong."

"Well, it's indeed easy to mistake it for lung cancer and do surgery. Though the postoperative results of surgery aren't bad either." Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "Have you tried interventional surgery treatment?"

"There are too few patients; I can't keep them on my side." Professor Rudolf Wagner felt some regret.

"Professor Zhao, is this patient yours?" Zheng Ren smiled, asked.

Zhao Wenhua was very cautious, looked around, Su Yun was not there.

It's good that that sinister guy isn't here; probably it's not some trap.

He cautiously nodded, then carefully examined the film.

Listening to the exchange between Zheng Ren and Professor Rudolf Wagner, it seemed he was saying he had misdiagnosed.

Is this meant to openly slap himself in the face?

Zhao Wenhua thought carefully, he hadn't offended Zheng Lao Ban recently, everyone was peaceful, and it could still be considered Harmony.

Is this that he finally couldn't bear it and was going to act against himself? Zhao Wenhua felt the temperature suddenly Decrease 20 degrees, winter was approaching.