Chapter 199

Just a remark from Bu Ruotian that Doctor Zheng is an insider made everything clear.

Some things don't need to be said outright.

"Mr. Bu, you're too polite," Zheng Ren smiled, "In the ER, I'm really grateful for your care."

"It's nothing," Bu Ruotian laughed loudly, "The follow-up results came out yesterday; I'm very happy. I was originally planning to return to Hai Cheng to thank you in person, but after my daughter contacted me and learned Doctor Zheng happened to be in Di Du, I thought it better to just meet today than pick another day. Please forgive my abruptness, Doctor Zheng."

In the upper right of Zheng Ren's vision, the system panel showed Bu Ruotian's status as light green, indicating sub-health, not fully recovered. But the system gave no hint that a tumor still existed at any certain location.

That makes sense, after all it was a surgery at peak condition, estimated to have approached the limits of human capability. Although it can't be said to be a 100% cure, the vast majority of people can still have the tumor completely removed.

As for possible recurrence... Bu Ruotian is taking the targeted drug sorafenib, isn't he?

With superlative surgical means and enormous financial resources, it's indeed possible to exchange for a vibrant life.

Xiao Liu was busy on the side, playing the role of a waiter.

Only when the dishes arrived did Xiao Liu sit down, her eyes bright and lovely, matching Bu Ruotian's words to adjust the banquet atmosphere just right.

Having come out to eat, Zheng Ren didn't care much about what to eat, had no interest, and just found it boring.

If Zheng Ren had the choice, rather than eating at a secret club in Di Du, it would be more refreshing to eat in the duty room, having the meal Xie Yiren made herself.

Xie Yiren... had been gone for two days, and Zheng Ren suddenly missed her.

The meal passed without incident, Zheng Ren didn't drink, and it was plain and flavorless. Fortunately, Bu Ruotian and Xiao Liu are business elites, so the atmosphere wasn't awkward.

After the meal, they cleared the cups and bowls, moved to the tea table, and Xiao Liu began brewing tea.

The faint aroma of Jin Jun Mei tea spread, and Zheng Ren felt it was like the sweet potato taste of his childhood, somewhat familiar.

"Doctor Zheng, I have a connection in Sheng Cheng who recently fell ill and would like you to take a look," Bu Ruotian said without ceremony, his expression calm, as if he and Zheng Ren were old friends.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded, saying, "It's nothing."

Xiao Liu immediately took out a notebook and inserted a disc.

Without patients, there's no way to judge the condition via the system—this big pig trotter—and Zheng Ren also felt helpless. But the enhanced MRI images were of the liver; having seen thousands of such cases since becoming a doctor, they weren't unfamiliar to him.

The patient's diagnosis is clear; it should be liver cancer.

However, this cancer is tricky; the patient likely has hepatitis B, with numerous cirrhosis nodules scattered in the liver tissue, each resembling but not quite malignant transformation.

"The preliminary diagnosis is liver cancer; I'd like to see the patient," Zheng Ren said.

"He's in Sheng Cheng; the diagnosis from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital is also liver cancer, unsuitable for surgical treatment, so the best option is interventional procedure," Bu Ruotian said. "Doctor Zheng, are you also considering that?"

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded.

Bu Ruotian and Xiao Liu are both businessmen, not doctors, so talking to them about this wouldn't mean much.

From the enhanced MRI, the patient's condition isn't definitely liver cancer, because cirrhosis nodules at a certain stage appear extremely similar to liver cancer on ordinary imaging.

"We need interventional angiography for a final diagnosis," Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Mm, thank you, Doctor Zheng; I'll pass your opinion to my friend," Bu Ruotian said. "As for the decision, it will depend on his opinion. If anything comes up then, I may have to trouble you further, Doctor Zheng."

"You're welcome."

"By the way, even Xiao Liu said Doctor Zheng saved a liver cancer patient; he truly embodies benevolent heart and skill." After looking at the images, Bu Ruotian seemingly casually shifted the topic to Zheng Yunxia.

Zheng Ren was puzzled; according to reason, someone like Zheng Yunxia from the lower strata of society shouldn't have caught Bu Ruotian's eye.

Zheng Ren paused, then nodded and said, "It was just a coincidence; she was lucky, and Longwind Micro-creation's free promotion made the surgery go fairly smoothly."

"Doctor Zheng, you're also here in Di Du to do research on interventional procedures, right?"

"Mm."

"Young and accomplished, young and accomplished," Bu Ruotian said with palms together and a smile. "If my old friend needs anything, I'll have to ask Doctor Zheng to go the extra mile."

"I have no problem with that; I just worry that your friend, Mr. Bu, might look down on the small hospital in Hai Cheng," Zheng Ren said seriously.

Bu Ruotian naturally considered that as well, offered a polite remark, and continued drinking tea with Zheng Ren.

After a while, Zheng Ren received a call from Su Yun asking if he had finished eating, and if so, someone wanted to see him.

Seeing Zheng Ren had business, Bu Ruotian and Xiao Liu didn't insist he stay; after exchanging a few pleasantries, Xiao Liu escorted Zheng Ren to a Japanese restaurant called Xuewei near the stadium.

After saying goodbye, Zheng Ren entered the shop, asked the waiter, and went straight to the private room Su Yun had reserved for him.

Several people were drinking until they were flushed, and the table was littered with over a dozen whiskey bottles.

Eating Japanese food, no sake? Although Zheng Ren doesn't know much, he still has some grasp of this basic common sense.

Truly, birds of a feather flock together; it would be great if Chang Yue were here.

Zheng Ren now misses Chang Yue especially.

"Boss Zheng, come on over," at some point Su Yun switched his address for Zheng Ren to "Boss."

It seems that only after meeting an old friend at the guesthouse did Su Yun start calling Zheng Ren "Boss."

"Oh, is this Boss Zheng Ren?" a burly man shot up to his feet—standing 1.85 meters tall, broad-shouldered and long-armed, with a full beard, looking somewhat fierce.

"You're welcome," Zheng Ren replied with a slight smile.

"He's the chief of cardiothoracic surgery here, Zhao Yun, soon to be promoted to associate professor with a team," Su Yun said, sitting cross-legged with no intention of standing, pouring alcohol while introducing, "The patient with the aortic dissection aneurysm you discovered on the flight—his surgery was performed by him. Fang Lin is his junior disciple."

"Hard work, hard work." This time Zheng Ren's attitude became much more sincere.

Type 1 main Artery dissection Artery aneurysm needs to undergo Shou Bing treatment; how difficult is the Shou Bing…… Zheng Ren hasn't done it, but the official name of the Shou Bing is ascending main Artery+main Artery arch artificial Blood Vessel replacement Shou Bing+improved stent elephant trunk Shou Bing.

Just this string of names is enough to make people feel intimidated.

Seeing Zhao Yunlong under forty, able to independently perform as lead surgeon for such a difficult Shou Bing, Zheng Ren also greatly admired him.

It is estimated that his expertise in Cardiothoracic Surgery Shou Bing has already reached master level.

"Sit, sit." Zhao Yunlong warmly greeted, "I thought Su Yun this son of a bitch was joking, but I didn't expect Zheng Lao Ban to be so young. Today, thanks to you for the matter concerning Fang Lin and Gu Boss."

"Just a coincidence." Zheng Ren Gang just finished eating, had no special fondness for tempura and sashimi either, said silently and humbly.