Chapter 187: line with translation of chapter title

At seven o'clock the next morning, Feng Xu Hui arrived punctually to deliver breakfast.

Zheng Ren wasn't yet accustomed to such warmth, but Su Yun felt it was entirely natural, and without standing on ceremony with Feng Xu Hui, she simply began eating by herself.

"Boss Zheng, Professor Gu said he wants to see you," Su Yun said while eating.

"Professor Gu?" Zheng Ren exclaimed in surprise. Who is that? Could it be that I was so focused on my thoughts yesterday that I forgot something?

"Oh, that's the patient with esophageal tuberculosis I met the day you first showed up, the boss who had a needle biopsy." Su Yun simply said, "It wasn't until later that Fang Lin went back and saw Boss Gu doing a needle biopsy under esophagoscopy, and then he went around telling everyone about your diagnosis."

He also thought it was tuberculosis, which was good, Zheng Ren thought to himself. A young woman in her prime—if she were actually diagnosed with advanced esophageal cancer, it would be a terrible shame.

"Professor Gu is very curious, so he wants to meet you and exchange a few words," Su Yun said while gulping down soy milk and fried dough sticks.

Zheng Ren broke into a sweat, losing even his appetite for food.

Professor Gu wasn't ashamed to seek advice, wanting to talk with me. I certainly couldn't claim it was a diagnosis dictated by the system interface, could I……

If I encounter something like this again, I'll have to be careful, Zheng Ren thought to himself. But I still have no idea what to do.

"Hurry up and eat, today Professor Gu is seeing patients as an expert; once clinic starts he won't have time to talk," Su Yun said while taking big bites of breakfast and urging Zheng Ren.

Is this the big platform? Zheng Ren suddenly recalled Director Pan's words and drifted off in thought.

Feng Xu Hui stood to the side, listening to Su Yun and Zheng Ren talk, his heart burning with passion.

It looks like Chief Zheng's abilities are truly outstanding; only a few days after arriving, he's already supposed to be exchanging ideas with a professor from the capital.

This is a thick thigh; I must cling to it tightly.

After hastily eating a few mouthfuls of rice, Zheng Ren was pulled by Su Yun to the outpatient clinic.

Although it was still early, the registration desk already had a long line of patients stretching as far as the eye could see.

Some people with shifty eyes wandered around, occasionally chatting with those who looked anxious.

"These are all ticket scalpers; a specialist appointment can be resold for up to 5,000 yuan in their hands," Su Yun said.

Zheng Ren clicked his tongue.

"5,000 yuan is the friends' price; for urgent cases it can go up to tens of thousands," Su Yun sneered. "I once thought about quitting Xiehe to become a ticket scalper, but realizing how many interests are involved, I'd rather open a pet clinic and be free."

"You always bring up the pet clinic, yet you haven't actually opened one," Zheng Ren complained, annoyed by Su Yun's talk about the pet clinic.

"My family won't allow it, but I want to open a pet clinic; my grandmother is threatening to kill herself over it," Su Yun said, brushing back her black hair, feeling somewhat helpless.

Each lost in their own thoughts, Zheng Ren continued reviewing last night's CT scans, trying to find a solution. Su Yun, unusually, wasn't glued to her phone; her gaze wandered, her mind full of concerns.

After nearly half an hour, Fang Lin, holding a red stethoscope, and a kind-faced, benevolent old professor entered the outpatient corridor.

"Hello, Professor Gu," Su Yun said, immediately pulling Zheng Ren to his feet to greet him.

Fang Lin opened the door to the consultation room, and several people went inside.

The hallway lights were off, leaving it somewhat dim. Just as the four of them entered the consultation room, a person wearing black sunglasses appeared out of nowhere and followed them in.

"Get out! Get out!" Professor Gu exclaimed, his face full of disgust, shooing the person away like a fly without letting him speak.

The man in black sunglasses hesitated, but seeing that Professor Gu would brook no negotiation, his face twisted with menace, and Fang Lin shoved him out.

He spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and left without looking back.

Zheng Ren looked puzzled; although the man seemed a bit odd, Professor Gu's attitude seemed inappropriate.

"It's a ticket scalper," Su Yun whispered, seeing Zheng Ren's bewildered expression.

"Hmph!" Professor Gu snapped, his face dark. "Xiao Fang, don't let these people into the examination room again."

Fang Lin quickly agreed, peeked out, saw that the man had already left, and then closed the consultation room door.

Zheng Ren seemed to have realized something.

However, ticket scalpers are a world away from Zheng Ren, and he has no direct experience with them.

Thinking of the long line at the registration desk, the shifty-eyed ticket scalper, and the man in black sunglasses tailing him, Zheng Ren felt somewhat helpless, yet he also deeply admired Professor Gu.

"Please have a seat," Fang Lin said after closing the door, and Professor Gu's expression eased a little.

"Hello, Professor Gu. I'm Zheng Ren from Haicheng City First Hospital," Zheng Ren said, bowing deeply as he introduced himself sincerely.

"Please have a seat," Professor Gu said, now having calmed his anger, chuckling. "Do you remember the patient with esophageal tuberculosis?"

"I remember, I remember," Zheng Ren replied, nodding.

"I heard from Xiao Fang that you diagnosed esophageal tuberculosis at the time; tell me your reasoning," Professor Gu said.

"Esophageal cancer isn't the most malignant; in its early stages, it usually causes a sensation of food getting stuck when swallowing, and few people delay treatment," Zheng Ren replied, having prepared his explanation on the way, and he answered immediately when Professor Gu asked.

"Hmm, and then?" Professor Gu mused.

"Moreover, esophageal cancer tends to metastasize mainly to the liver, lungs, and brain, with bone metastasis being rare; when it does occur, it mostly affects long bones, and spread to the ribs is uncommon. When Dr. Fang looked at the PET-CT, I noticed multiple lesions on the ribs, which makes me lean toward a tuberculosis diagnosis."

Zheng Ren's argument was logical and well-supported, though a bit forced, but still acceptable.

Professor Gu smiled as he discussed the patient's condition with Zheng Ren, deliberately hanging up the PET-CT and MRI films for careful study under the viewbox light.

Su Yun's expression was cold; glancing at his watch, he silently muttered, "This guy is definitely just guessing."

Fang Lin, on the other hand, listened with great interest.

This patient had come to see him; after a quick glance, Fang Lin tended to agree with the local doctor's diagnosis—esophageal cancer with multi-organ metastasis.

However, this Zheng doctor from Haicheng and my own teacher, Professor Gu, disagreed; the biopsy sample looked like tuberculosis rather than tumor. A major misdiagnosis was thus avoided, and while feeling relieved, Fang Lin listened carefully to their discussion of the case.

That's what doctors are like—progressing and growing through constant mistakes.

Even Elder Qiu Fazhu, when he was young, felt remorse for the rest of his life after a patient died from an appendectomy he performed.

Be careful and cautious, try not to make mistakes. If you do make a mistake, remember it well.

That's all a doctor can do.

Soon, half an hour passed.

During that half hour, Zheng Ren also benefited greatly.

At first, Zheng Ren could still interject, saying a sentence or half a sentence. After five minutes, it was completely Professor Gu giving the lesson, and Zheng Ren could only listen.