Chapter 1708: 1650 One person taking on a group?

1650 One person taking on a group?

Zhao Wenhua felt a slight chill in his heart.

He's really not human—how could he have such a thought?

This daughter-in-law was just diagnosed with lung cancer, yet he worries about not knowing the savings‑book password……

Zhao Wenhua let out a long sigh, suppressed his anxiety, and asked, "When was Xiao Juan's last meal and drink?"

"Four hours ago," said Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin.

"Go back right now and tell Xiao Juan not to eat or drink." Zhao Wenhua instructed, "Have a diagnostic therapy this afternoon."

"What's diagnostic therapy?" asked Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin.

"Don't bother with it—hurry back, don't drink water now or you'll have to wait till tomorrow." Zhao Wenhua finally swore, impatiently saying.

"Okay." His cousin could see he was upset and immediately ran back.

What did I say! Zhao Wenhua sighed.

Why do I have to do diagnostic therapy this afternoon? Could Boss Zheng have bewitched me?

He knew it might have been his distant cousin's remark that provoked him.

But is Boss Zheng trustworthy? Bullshit! If he could be trusted, pigs would climb trees.

Don't judge by his honest looks—he's full of dirty tricks. Especially his assistant, who's the worst!

Zhao Wenhua cursed inwardly while reading an English case report.

It was a report published in The Lancet; the patient ultimately went to thoracic surgery and had the abnormal lung tissue removed.

Zhao Wenhua, upon finishing, seemed to grasp something.

So the conspiracy was here! I had been wrong all along.

The diagnosis isn't wrong; if the diagnosis couldn't convince people, I wouldn't have been fooled. The problem is that Boss Zheng says interventional surgery can be done, while the Lancet case used surgical treatment.

Truly vicious!

Petty person!

A petty person through and through!

Zhao Wenhua thought angrily.

He fabricated a fake procedure, then lured me onto the operating table. If I were curious, I'd surely have gone along.

In the end the surgery failed……

Although it's a relative, there'd be no medical trouble. But a disease like pulmonary sequestration that needs surgical treatment is being pushed for interventional therapy—saying that would be a laughingstock.

Academic standing and reputation are just being worn away bit by bit.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua felt a bit cold.

This mindset is incredibly deep, unfathomable, and utterly sinister.

The main point is—just after I finished looking at the images, Boss Zheng and crew came up with such vicious means against me.

Fortunately I'm smart and discovered the opponent's plot in time; Zhao Wenhua thought.

But what should I do? Zhao Wenhua hesitated a moment.

Just let it pass quietly? Pretend not to know? That's Zhao Wenhua's first thought.

He's tired, ready to face the sea, spring warm and flowers blooming—surely he doesn't want to engage in scheming with Zheng… or with Su Yun, that sly and deceitful opponent.

But Zhao Wenhua really can't swallow this anger.

He took my bed; that's not enough—does he want to drive me out too?

Not fighting back is no good; otherwise I'd become a soft persimmon that anyone wants to squeeze.

Zhao Wenhua took a deep breath and felt his heart rate a bit quick.

Want to duel Boss Zheng one‑on‑one?

One person taking on a group?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua almost burst into tears.

I'm the team‑leading professor of 912—how did I end up isolated and helpless?

A few days ago, Boss Zheng took the whole medical team to Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital to save Taiwan, and I heard about it.

Rumor has it the scene was ugly; afterwards Dean Liu treated Vice President Yuan to a meal, patting his shoulder and saying, "You've got a good doctor."

This saying has spread widely in 912.

Zhao Wenhua felt a bit jealous, but more so fearful.

Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital, a hospital of the same rank as 912—cardiothoracic surgery says it gets slapped in the face and it does……

He let out a deep sigh.

Or just forget it?

After going back and forth, Zhao Wenhua called several classmates in Modu and Rongcheng for advice.

Only one person had encountered pulmonary sequestration; reportedly at the time the thoracic department removed a lung lobe, saw no tumor, and finally the disease was diagnosed during a ward round.

Rare disease, surgical removal.

Zhao Wenhua even ended up lacking confidence to the point of searching a certain encyclopedia, seeing under treatment only a seven‑character line: "Surgical removal brings good prognosis."

Only then did he put his mind at ease.

How should I counterattack? Being forced yet unable to fight back—this is practically me at odds with myself.

Nor can I joke about the patient's safety, regardless of whether they're a relative. Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua thought of his distant cousin's face.

What the hell kind of people are these.

Or should I push this onto Boss Zheng and have him do the imaging?

Zhao Wenhua didn't realize that even if he hated Zheng Ren intensely, the thought that came to mind was Boss Zheng, not the little doctor from some god‑forsaken place he used to think of.

Over several months, having performed countless major surgeries without a single accident, Zhao Wenhua was also quite convinced.

At the very least, Zheng Lao Ban knows the importance; he wouldn't joke about patient safety.

Yes, let's do that!

Let him do the angiography, then after confirming, see what he does.

Interventional surgery? Hehe, basically there's no such treatment.

Not do it? He clearly said he could do it.

This is "using his own methods to treat his own body"!

Zhao Wenhua smiled, very happy.

Having thought it through, Zhao Wenhua walked back with his hands behind his back to the Intervention Department. He didn't rush back to the office, but went to the ward, clarified his cousins' fasting time, then returned to the doctor's office.

"Zheng Lao Ban, I've asked." Zhao Wenhua's smile was gentle, "The patient only needs to fast until Afternoon one."

Zheng Ren smiled and said, "You're preparing to do it this Afternoon? That's great."

Seeing Zhao Wenhua nod, Zheng Ren eagerly said, "Su Yun, tell Qin Tang, cancel this Afternoon's meeting."

"Okay!" Su Yun didn't hesitate, directly picking up the phone.

Zhao Wenhua felt that at the moment he learned that the pulmonary isolation disease would undergo angiography this Afternoon, Zheng Ren's Medical Team was like a tank, springing into action amidst the roar.

Qin Tang, of the Xianggang Qin family. Zhao Wenhua's eyes were a bit red; such a big boss, a meeting already set, just say cancel and cancel?

If it were me, I definitely couldn't do that.

He steadied his mind, put on a humble smile, bent his waist, and whispered, "Zheng Lao Ban, could you help me with something?"

"Huh?" Zheng Ren was taken aback.

"Pulmonary isolation disease, I've never encountered it. You see, can you perform the Shou Bing?" Zhao Wenhua asked.

Putting on a full act, he doesn't mind bowing before the surgery.

But contrary to his expectations, after saying that, he felt the surrounding atmosphere suddenly change.