Chapter 1707: 1649: Disaster Looms, Everyone Scatters

Zheng Ren placed the previous film on the viewer and compared the two films.

"It's obvious; the film from three months ago shows no obvious change compared to now," Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, your way of speaking doesn't inspire trust," Su Yun said disdainfully: "You should say, compared to the previous film, the admission CT enhancement showed no change. Tumor markers are also normal, so the preliminary diagnosis is not lung cancer."

"That's about it," Zheng Ren said with a smile: "Professor Zhao, it's pulmonary sequestration, a typical symptom."

"……" Zhao Wenhua was speechless.

He was a bit anxious, anxious to find a place to look through books, or go to the online library to find some related information on pulmonary sequestration.

His reserved knowledge was insufficient, causing him to be at a disadvantage in this face-to-face consultation duel.

Zhao Wenhua sighed, "Duel? What a joke—I'm just getting completely crushed by Boss Zheng!"

"If fasting time is enough, this afternoon..." he said, as Zheng Ren pulled out his phone to check the time, "In two or three hours we can do an arteriography; arteriography is the gold standard."

"I... I'll go ask... ask." Zhao Wenhua stammered.

"Sure," Zheng Ren smiled, "Then thank you, Professor Zhao."

"No trouble," Zhao Wenhua felt a chill.

Why is Boss Zheng being so polite when speaking to me? Does he have some ulterior motive?

This is my patient; him being so courteous definitely means he has something up his sleeve!

The more he thought, the more wrong it felt, as if a huge conspiracy loomed before him; taking a single step forward would be like stepping into an abyss.

Zheng Ren took the films down, arranged them in chronological order, handed them to Zhao Wenhua, and his gentle, honest smile never changed.

Zhao Wenhua picked up the films, went to the ward, and gave them to his cousin.

"Brother, are you busy?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin asked anxiously.

"Not bad." After saying that, Zhao Wenhua turned and walked out.

His cousin didn't notice how anxious Zhao Wenhua was, following behind with a dark complexion.

Zhao Wenhua saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun chatting in the office, seemingly talking about pulmonary sequestration.

He didn't want to go back in, so he could only go out, looking for a quiet place to use his phone to search for the clinical manifestations of pulmonary sequestration.

Zheng Ren's warm, honest smile constantly appeared before his eyes, and Zhao Wenhua felt a chill in his heart.

What would I do if I found someone else's misdiagnosis?

For people with a good relationship, I'd pat them on the shoulder, mock them a bit, then feign modesty while explaining the condition and why they made the mistake.

The reason for feigning modesty is to conceal my inner delight.

If the relationship is bad, I'd pick a moment when many people are around, pretend to call his name offhandedly, and let him lose face directly.

As a doctor, if you can't even make a diagnosis, do you deserve to lead a team in 912?!

But Boss Zheng lowered his posture, just needing to go on stage to look at his own surgery. What the hell is this?

It definitely isn't pulmonary sequestration; he's luring me into a misdiagnosis, then the surgery will fail, making me a laughingstock for everyone!

Zhao Wenhua felt he had uncovered the truth of the matter.

Thinking this through, Zhao Wenhua felt enlightened. All of this had been an act! Surely it was that effeminate Su Yun who set up the trap.

First, they used Professor Rudolf Wagner, this foreigner, to increase trust, making the condition easy to understand; then Su Yun came in, deepening the impression once more.

The reason they urged me to rush and watch the surgery was to prepare for me to agree to it while I was flustered, then seize the opportunity to cause trouble during the surgery.

What a damned scheming move!

Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

MB, how can I work under the same roof with such people? Zhao Wenhua felt exhausted, mentally drained.

"Brother, tell me how Xiao Juan got this disease?" Zhao Wenhua's brother followed beside him, complaining repeatedly.

Only then did Zhao Wenhua notice his distant cousin had been following him all along.

In an instant, Zhao Wenhua wanted to slap him, chase him away, the farther the better, ideally out of sight.

"Alas, the child is still young, and there's no one to tend the family's fields. This year's harvest is done; how will we get by from now on?" his distant cousin nagged.

"It's not necessarily lung cancer," Zhao Wenhua said absentmindedly.

While saying that, he hurriedly walked toward the outside of the inpatient department, trying to shake off this annoying distant cousin.

"Brother, I know you're comforting me." His distant cousin said, "Tell me, how long can Xiao Juan still live?"

Zhao Wenhua felt disgusted inside, walked out of the inpatient department, and the sunlight was blinding.

He narrowed his eyes, came to a shady spot, and took out his phone.

"Brother, you said Xiao Juan could still live? Can she live three months?" his distant cousin continued to nag.

"Should be fine."

Zhao Wenhua said, then began searching an English website for pulmonary sequestration.

"Brother, tell me the truth—has it metastasized? If it has, this disease is untreatable." His distant cousin said: "Whether it's treatable or not doesn't matter much; in the end they'll tear down the house and sell the land, and people won't stay."

Zhao Wenhua ignored his cousin's nagging and found several related articles.

His foreign language ability isn't low, but reading pure professional material is still somewhat difficult. Fortunately, knowing what the disease is made the search not too troublesome.

If he didn't know what pulmonary sequestration was, even given a year he wouldn't be able to find it.

"Old Li from the neighboring village, how miserable. His wife says whatever, just accepts fate; they sold the house and land, the family is so poor they can't even lift the pot lid, and when he died, they couldn't even afford a burial shroud." His distant cousin continued to nag.

Zhao Wenhua found the article, opened it, first didn't look at the English information, but scrolled down to start looking for image data.

Generally, literature comes with image data, simple and easy to understand, increasing persuasiveness.

The image he was looking for was a case of left lower lobe pulmonary sequestration. On the picture, the author thoughtfully circled the location of the pulmonary sequestration and used arrows to indicate it.

Even someone with little knowledge of imaging could see it at a glance.

The film……was so similar to the one he had just looked at.

Could it really be pulmonary sequestration? Zhao Wenhua stared blankly for a moment.

"Brother, what should we do if Xiao Juan dies?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said anxiously.

Zhao Wenhua felt annoyed, but he still had to utter a couple of perfunctory sentences.

"Don't worry, it's not yet confirmed whether this illness is really cancer." Zhao Wenhua suppressed his anger and said irritably.

"Don't lie to me, brother." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said: "You said the family bankbook is all in Xiao Juan's hands; if she dies, I won't know the password—what are we supposed to do about this?"

Note: These last words were told to me in person by a relative of a patient I knew during the Influenza A outbreak. At that moment my heart turned cold, I was utterly speechless. People!