Chapter 184: line with translation of chapter title

0179 Misdiagnosis? It doesn't exist.

"What?"

"Really not esophageal cancer?"

"Damn! Impossible!"

Several others were surprised; with such an obvious diagnosis, how could it be wrong?

"Anyway, the biopsy was sent to pathology today, so it can't be considered a loss." The red stethoscope shamelessly acted like a rascal, "Let's go to Gui Jie, have some mala xiang."

Upon hearing mala xiang, Su Yun's face changed.

Zheng Ren was delighted, secretly feeling a bit regretful; if it weren't for the misunderstanding in the emergency department that day, he would have had to rush back, and being able to personally witness Su Yun being drunk into oblivion by Chang Yue would have been great.

Just looking at Su Yun's face shows how great the harm was that day.

Critical hit +10086.

After a few words of discussion, the ride-hailing car had already arrived.

Destination—still Big Dong.

It was exactly rush hour; from the Fourth Ring Road to Dong Shi Tiao, they walked for nearly two hours.

Zheng Ren felt increasingly regretful; if it weren't for this bunch dragging him along, he would definitely have gained a skill point from reading.

Upon arriving at Nan Teng Warehouse, the front desk manager warmly welcomed them, appearing quite familiar with this group.

Entering the private room, Su Yun didn't mind, ordering seafood dishes all the way; just the foie gras alone he ordered three portions. The red stethoscope's complexion,

Growing darker……

Growing darker……

After ordering, everyone sat down, and Su Yun then introduced them one by one.

The red stethoscope's surname is Fang, given name Fang Lin, and he is pursuing a doctorate. The others are also pursuing doctorates; they met Su Yun during their graduate studies.

Zheng Ren vaguely recalled that Su Yun did his graduate studies at Xiehe, but why is his relationship with these people so familiar?

Although doubtful, he didn't ask. After all, given Zheng Ren's understanding of Su Yun, if he asked, he would surely get a bunch of sharp, sarcastic answers.

"Boss Zheng, today I must toast you a cup." Fang Lin ordered two bottles of Lafite, and politely said to Zheng Ren.

"No need to be polite, I don't drink alcohol." Zheng Ren refused.

"Forget it, if you want to drink I'll keep you company; he doesn't drink." Su Yun was also tactful, stepping in to smooth things over: "If you really get him drunk, tomorrow he won't be able to attend the research institute meeting, and that would be a big deal."

"Right!" Fang Lin slapped his thigh, saying: "I heard from Xiao Sun in the Urology Department that they're recently researching prostate interventional embolization, and they mentioned seeing your name, Yun Ge'er. I said, with your talent, that kind of place in Hai Cheng could never hide it."

Su Yun gave a slight smile, brushed back his black forehead hair, and said: "In terms of looks, even if I were in Siberia, the vast white snow couldn't conceal me, and even a cold front would become warm."

"..." Although they were quite familiar, everyone still stared in shock.

"However, for this research project, I'm following the boss." Saying that, Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren.

"Huh? They invited Boss Zheng? Who invited him?" Fang Lin still couldn't believe it at this point.

"Professor Pei Yingjie from Modu Liver and Gallbladder Hospital."

Fang Lin and the others exchanged glances, none really believing Su Yun's words.

Professor Pei Yingjie, that's a hot candidate for academician, a renowned professor in the field!

Just looking at Zheng Ren's age, although steady, he doesn't seem like someone who would be invited as an expert. But directly questioning would be especially impolite, and since they weren't familiar with Zheng Ren, everyone remained silent.

Zheng Ren didn't feel anything, staring at the empty table while recalling prostate anatomy. Being able to see the prostate's anatomical structure in a Lafite bottle, throughout history, only Zheng Ren could do that.

After three thousand prostate dissection experiences, Zheng Ren felt he had reached the level of butchering an ox.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward; Fang Lin said: "Boss Zheng's diagnosis is beyond reproach. When I went back, Boss Gu was preparing to do an endoscopic esophageal biopsy."

"Mm, your boss is very capable." Zheng Ren answered as a matter of course.

The atmosphere was again killed by Zheng Ren's sentence, losing all vitality.

"Boss is very capable? Is he praising his own diagnosis? Others praising is fine, but you praising yourself—what does that mean?"

Fortunately, at that moment roast duck and other dishes arrived one after another; Su Yun began toasting with Fang Lin and the others, and everyone thus tossed that boring Boss Zheng aside.

Talking about the past couple of years, everyone had lots of gossip; although Su Yun is sharp-tongued, Zheng Ren saw that others seemed to regret his departure and were reluctant, continually urging him to return.

Su Yun just drank, not responding.

One cup after another of iodine-flavored Lafite went down; those few guys had low alcohol tolerance, completely unable to keep up with Su Yun.

Two bottles of wine, Su Yun drank one himself, still feeling unsatisfied.

"If Chang Yue were here, that would be great." Seeing his regret, Zheng Ren naturally said.

Su Yun's facial muscles twitched, and he glared fiercely at Zheng Ren.

"Old Zhao keeps saying, when you come back he wants to find you for a good drink; we can't keep up with you." As they were about to reach their limit, Fang Lin and the others directly gave in, not knowing how many times in the past Su Yun had gotten them drunk.

It's rare for someone who can hold their liquor to have such a clear sense of their limits; Zheng Ren estimates Su Yun's standing in their hearts is the same as Chang Yue's standing in Su Yun's heart.

"What about Old Zhao?"

"Don't mention it; this noon, the boss directly dragged him off to do an elephant trunk surgery." Fang Lin said: "Originally he said he'd schedule fewer surgeries today to have a good drink with you. Who would have thought an emergency aortic dissection patient would show up, and he's probably still not off the operating table."

Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren and asked: "Is the patient brought in by emergency helicopter?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Fang Lin had drunk two glasses of Lafite, his tongue a bit thick, but his mind was still clear.

"Let me tell you, I've seen the emergency helicopter dispatched only a few times, countable on one hand. I never expected today to directly receive an aortic dissection. That patient's life is truly huge; reportedly he was discovered on a commercial flight." Fang Lin spoke with saliva flying.

At the wine table, talking about these gossips, which doctor isn't fired up?

"Exactly, last year on a D Airways flight, someone died suddenly. Afterwards it was likely also an aortic dissection aneurysm rupture, so that person didn't have today's patient's luck." Someone nearby said: "Also strange, going directly to the airport to pick up a patient—I've never heard of such a thing before."

Zheng Ren picked up a cherry-shaped foie gras and ate it slowly.

Roast duck and such, he wasn't interested. But this foie gras is really good, coated with a layer of fruit sauce, the greasiness of the foie gras is largely removed.

As for texture and such, Zheng Ren naturally couldn't discern it; he just knew the foie gras tasted very good.

And those few guys discussing things, he seemed not to have heard them at all.

"What's wrong with the little girl today? Tell me." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren didn't care at all, and also didn't bring up the patient with main Artery dissection, switching to today's little girl.

"She started having chest pain when she was losing weight in June this year, and it got worse when she ate. At the time no one paid attention, thinking it was just a minor issue like acid reflux, so they just gave her some medicine to take home." Fang Lin said, recalling the girl's condition, still feeling uneasy.

After all, a case of esophageal tuberculosis misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer with systemic spread…… Although everyone present was a doctor, everyone Understanding. Even PET-CT has a certain accuracy rate and cannot be fully assessed.

But a misdiagnosis is a misdiagnosis; besides the patient's parents, the one who most hopes the patient survives is the doctor.