Chapter 185: 0180 The Old Professor's Treatment

Later, that girl felt severe pain while eating, which happened about twenty days ago, and she went to her hometown hospital for a check-up. Fang Lin said: "They ran various tests, and the results were disappointing."

Fortunately, I ran into Zheng Lao Ban. Another person smiled and said.

No, wouldn't Fang Ge's boss also need to do a needle biopsy? Zheng Ren said.

If I were seeing the patient alone, I definitely wouldn't do a high-risk needle biopsy. Fang Lin recalled the patient's various images and said frankly: "First, PET-CT can confirm the diagnosis; second, the tumor's blood supply in the esophagus is too rich, I'm afraid the bleeding wouldn't stop. Zheng Lao Ban, if you personally perform the surgery, how big is the chance of an accident?"

I won't do it. Zheng Ren spoke frankly: "I'm a general surgery doctor, currently serving as the inpatient chief in the emergency department."

I don't have extra skill points to study thoracic surgery, Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

'...' Everyone at the table except Su Yun threw astonished glances.

An inpatient chief of the emergency department in a third-tier small city? How low a rank is that? Among the several million doctors nationwide, his rank is just the first step onto the career ladder, far below the doctoral students at the top hospitals in Di Du and Modu by an unknown multiple.

These aren't the key points; the key point is that they specialize in general surgery.

Damn...

The strong psychological disparity made the atmosphere at the table fall silent again.

Zheng Ren really stirred things up with his ability, a formidable badass.

'Not talking about that.' Su Yun poured herself a glass of Laffeg, tasted its distinctive iodine wine flavor, smiled and said: "For this research, who knows how far it's progressed?"

Fang Lin and the others were dazed for a moment, then a young doctor sitting by the door said: "My boss was consulted a few days ago for the next step plan, but there's still no breakthrough. The current difficulties center on the prostate lacking supplying arteries; as for capillaries, first, there are too many to embolize; second, they are too fine, imposing strict material requirements; third, the demands on the surgeon are extremely high."

Several big bosses have ideas, it's wishful thinking, I'm not optimistic about this project. Fang Lin raised his cup and clinked it with Su Yun's.

After that bold move, however, he didn't down it in one gulp but took a small sip.

I heard that Boseng International is developing finer guidewires and catheters, and they're conducting research work on the Modu side.

Oh? Why? Zheng Ren blinked.

Performing prostate embolization surgery, the patient pool is necessarily small. Especially with newly developed guidewires and catheters, this means high prices that ordinary people can't afford, making it even harder to recoup costs.

There are too many opinions about this. Fang Lin laughed and said: "For ordinary prostate hyperplasia, just scoop it out—no need for such a troublesome invasive method. Those who can use it are only the elderly who also have blood clotting dysfunction or heart disease; once they receive pain stimulation, cardiac arrest may occur, and if they can't eat, they might have to be carried out."

Zheng Ren suddenly understood.

Although Fang Lin didn't spell it out directly, he's already said this much—how could Zheng Ren still fail to grasp the crux?

I heard the research institute has gathered many industry bigwigs; originally it was an offhand move, but now the big bosses are somewhat stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Speaking of being stuck between a rock and a hard place, Zheng Ren noticed everyone's gazes turning toward him.

Their gazes held complex emotions, such as pity...

Could it be that I'm supposed to take the blame?

Zheng Ren didn't think so. If he were to take the blame, his shoulders aren't broad enough to bear such a huge pot.

They chatted a while longer, discussing hospital gossip—who performed what surgery, which department's deputy chief, lacking a path for promotion, went to another hospital to become a head, putting the original department and hospital at odds like fire and water.

Zheng Ren just stayed silent, eating the cherry-shaped foie gras, wondering in his heart whether, if Xie Yiren got to eat this foie gras, she would ponder whether he made it.

That little foodie.

Thinking of Xie Yiren, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth.

Hey, who are you thinking about, smiling so ambiguously? Su Yun stood up, already having had three rounds of drinks, preparing to leave—after all, she has surgery tomorrow. Even if she goes to outpatient clinic, seeing over a hundred patients a day is hardly any easier than performing surgery.

Oh. Seeing everyone about to leave, Zheng Ren also stood up and put on his outer garment.

The outer garment was bought by Xie Yiren; it feels great, though I don't know what fabric it is. Before heading back this time, I should get Xie Yiren a small gift—what should I buy?

Zheng Ren zoned out again.

When it came time to pay the bill, Fang Lin stopped being stingy and reluctant, quickly walked a few steps to the front desk, took out his phone and prepared to pay.

Sir, someone has already paid your bill. The front desk cashier manager said politely.

Huh? Fang Lin blinked.

It must be that guy Su Yun, who paid the deposit first and then had him settle the bill.

Just thinking about that made Fang Lin unhappy.

Hey, I'm telling you, buddy, why are you being so distant? Fang Lin turned around and rebuked Su Yun.

What's up? After downing a bottle of Laffeg, Su Yun seemed fine, lightly trailing behind Zheng Ren.

When did you pay the bill? I didn't know about it. Fang Lin said: "For you… and to welcome Zheng Lao Ban, you rushed to pay the bill—do you really have to do that?"

Su Yun shrugged her shoulders, flicked the black hair from her forehead, gave no explanation. But Zheng Ren read countless contemptuous words from her gaze.

At that moment, a familiar figure appeared at the front desk; Zheng Ren blinked, and after two seconds he reacted.

Chief Zheng, I've already paid the bill. Feng Xu Hui smiled professionally.

This is really embarrassing. Zheng Ren said.

This is Zheng Ren's first time experiencing someone else paying his bill; the key is that Manager Feng Xu Hui didn't even join the drinking table, but kept watch at the front desk, lonely and cold, waiting for the drinking party to end, just to say this line.

Su Yun smiled and said, "Then thank you."

This person is… Fang Lin guessed Feng Xu Hui's position but didn't know his company, so he asked.

Generally speaking, having someone stand outside to pay the bill is a treatment enjoyed only at gatherings of big‑boss level people.

Moreover, in most cases the boss has to make a personal phone call; otherwise, which company's salesperson would rush over to wait three to five hours, spending several thousand dollars, just to show their face?

But looking at Zheng Ren and Su Yun's expressions, it seems they didn't notify that company's salesperson; the person really rushed over to pay the bill.

The several doctors present all knew the ins and outs; there's no such thing as a free Big Dong—this meal costs at least seven or eight thousand.

A gift given always expects something in return.

Fang Lin glanced at Zheng Ren; if Zheng Ren refused, it would mean the other party's request of him is too big—this little amount of drink money is nowhere near enough.

After exchanging glances, Su Yun saw clearly; although several people's thoughts twisted and turned, they couldn't hide it from him.

He impatiently said: "Manager Feng, thanks. I'm leaving, I'm leaving, going back to sleep."