Chapter 180: 0176 Stay at the Reception Hall

No matter how unexpected, Feng Xu Hui still managed to do what a professional manager should do.

Under his guidance, Zheng Ren and Su Yun smoothly found Professor Pei's car.

An unremarkable red-flag sedan, likely a model from ten or twenty years ago.

"Little Zheng, this way." Seeing Zheng Ren approach from afar, Professor Pei opened the car door, got out, and greeted him.

"Professor Pei, you're being too polite." Zheng Ren hurried a few steps forward to show his respect for the elder comrade.

"You've really given me a tough problem." Professor Pei laughed heartily, showing no sign of difficulty.

Zheng Ren felt a bit embarrassed and gave a shy smile.

By rights, Zheng Ren and Professor Pei were merely passing acquaintances with no deep ties; on the plane, having the tower contact Professor Pei was a helpless move, betting on the professor's compassion as a doctor of several decades.

As expected, Zheng Ren won the bet.

Thanks to Professor Pei's kindness, and his own…… the system's diagnosis was accurate.

"Being a doctor is like that; you always encounter various emergencies. You should act when needed, but you mustn't let today's social atmosphere corrupt you." Professor Pei patted Zheng Ren's shoulder, his smile somewhat serious: "Just because it's not your licensed practice location doesn't mean you can't treat patients—what nonsense rule is this!"

"Little Zheng, I'm very pleased with you."

Professor Pei was referring to a few years ago, when an obstetrics and gynecology doctor helped deliver a baby on a train, succeeded, but was then sued by the family, claiming that a licensed physician's practice location does not include trains or the train's location at the time.

The matter ended with compensation and the revocation of that doctor's medical license.

After that, whenever the broadcast calling for medical personnel on a train sounded, many doctors and nurses would pretend not to hear.

That's how the atmosphere gets corrupted.

It's obvious that Professor Pei does not support this practice.

As a doctor, when encountering a sick patient, how could one not treat them?

He expressed his approval of Zheng Ren through his words and actions.

"It's only proper." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"Professor Pei, should Chief Zheng go to the guesthouse or the hospital first?" Feng Xu Hui stood aside, asking opportunistically: "I've booked a guesthouse for Chief Zheng."

"Not the guesthouse, but the hospital's reception hall." Professor Pei waved his hand, got into the car, gesturing for Zheng Ren to sit in the back. Su Yun glanced, then together with the driver placed the luggage in the trunk and took the front passenger seat.

Feng Xu Hui wanted to cry but had no tears.

To give Zheng Ren, this promising young doctor, a feeling of being welcomed like an honored guest, he even fronted part of the cost and booked him a five-star hotel.

Who would have thought……

Reception hall……

This name, so ancient that many post-2000s have never heard of it, carries a rustic air, as if transporting one back thirty years.

Poor Chief Zheng, passing up a five-star hotel to stay in a reception hall.

Although he thought that, he absolutely could not show it on his face.

Manager Feng Xu Hui, with a professional smile, watched the black red-flag sedan depart, then got into his own car and followed, kicking up dust all the way.

In the red-flag sedan, Zheng Ren sat upright, chatting casually with Professor Pei.

"Little Zheng, I didn't expect your diagnostic skills to be this good." Professor Pei chuckled, "An aortic dissection isn't something just anyone would dare diagnose. Moreover, you actually dared to call it type A."

"I've seen two cases and read some literature reports." Zheng Ren said politely.

"How confident are you?" Professor Pei asked curiously.

"Eighty percent?" Zheng Ren hesitated, then gave a number. The diagnosis from that "Big Pig Trotter" of the system should be fine, but he couldn't claim full confidence.

Putting himself in others' shoes, on the plane, with no auxiliary diagnostic equipment and relying solely on experience, he would absolutely not believe anyone could accurately diagnose a type A aortic dissection aneurysm.

"You're quite confident." Professor Pei lightly tapped his knee with a finger, as if thinking, then after a few breaths said, "The reason I trust your judgment is because I've seen you perform surgery."

Su Yun's ears twitched; sitting in the front passenger seat playing with his phone, he seemed distracted, his focus entirely on the conversation between Professor Pei and Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"As long as you're confident, that's fine. This time I mobilized a helicopter rescue, and I've put my old reputation on the line. If the diagnosis is wrong, those old-timers will probably laugh me to death."

Those in the medical field are essentially no different from tech geeks; the only difference is that tech geeks face computers, while medical workers face all kinds of different people.

But deep down, they all worship technology.

Accurate diagnosis and proper treatment make such a person an object of worship for countless people.

But if one is overconfident, and the judged condition differs greatly from reality, although they may not say it outright, various kinds of secret contempt are inevitable.

And those who don't value technology…… all end up as hospital leaders.

Professor Pei's meaning was already clear; Zheng Ren thought for a moment and asked, "How is the patient now?"

"The blood pressure is under control, and they're undergoing a 64-slice CT." Professor Pei said.

……

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Meanwhile, inside the 64-slice CT room of a certain hospital.

A white-haired old professor sat with formal composure, seemingly oblivious to the faint noise from the machine before him, fully focused on the images on the screen.

"Teacher, the patient has been safely sent to the ward." A doctor in his thirties hung up the phone, walked in from outside, and spoke softly.

"Prepare for the surgery." The old professor gazed at the screen and said calmly.

"Diagnosed?" The young doctor exclaimed, the screen showing only a plain CT helical scan image, while the 64-slice three-dimensional reconstruction was still computing in the system software.

"It should be a type A aortic dissection aneurysm; timely diagnosis and treatment have effectively controlled the tear." The old professor said, pointing to a cross‑section image and adding, "Here, you can see the subtle changes."

The young doctor frowned; it was obvious the professor's words had surpassed his understanding.

"When will your senior brother's surgery be?" the old professor asked.

"Today there are three outpatient surgeries, and we're doing the second one."

"Tell him to cancel the outpatient surgeries and reschedule." The old professor said: "First do this emergency case; after opening, I'll go guide the surgery."

"Elephant trunk replacement?" The young doctor was eager to try. Obviously, he was especially interested in the biggest surgery in cardiothoracic surgery.

"Mm."

As they were speaking, the 3D reconstruction image had already been completed; frame by frame, images were uploaded and displayed on the monitor.

At a point 5 cm from where the Artery leaves the heart, a tear appeared before everyone.

The tear was not long, about 3-4 cm, and its severity was not serious; everything remained within controllable limits.

The old professor muttered, "Old Pei that guy, he really let him guess correctly."