Chapter 2000: with translation of chapter title

Seeing Director Sun's timid look, Zheng Ren was also at a loss for words.

In fact, there's no blame on Director Sun; the longer you work in this field, the smaller your courage becomes.

When Zheng Ren first got the Big Pig Trotter, seeing the System Panel diagnose nitrite poisoning, he dared to administer it directly to Meilan.

But as time passed, the Big Pig Trotter kept showing its flawless diagnostic excellence, while Zheng Ren grew ever more cautious and careful.

If a mistake happens, the inner guilt and pressure from the patient's family combine to create double pressure.

Director Miao, go back and find some time to sit at home.

Zheng Ren suddenly drifted off.

"Director Sun, what's wrong with you?" Su Yun asked directly, without much sentiment.

"Little Su, let's go to the office and talk more." Director Sun said, "Really good, really good, you two are back."

Seeing Director Sun's expression, Zheng Ren and Su Yun both felt helpless.

Upon reaching the floor of the Xiao Hua Nei Ke, Director Sun peeked out, saw the hallway quiet and empty, took a key from his White Coat pocket, and opened the demonstration classroom door.

But he didn't turn on the light, feeling his way in the dark, and then opened an office inside the demonstration classroom.

How is this like a spy drama? Zheng Ren is somewhat curious.

Director Sun is also being overly cautious; perhaps he's encountered an obstacle he can't get past.

Upon entering the office, Director Sun finally let out a breath, his whole body on the verge of collapse.

"What's going on?"

"Chief Zheng, I have a patient whose diagnosis I think is problematic; I just performed a second surgery but saw nothing." Director Sun said, "The patient's family is about to explode."

Indeed, that's the case.

"You say, I'm about to retire, how come I'm not preserving my integrity in my later years?" Director Sun sighed.

"What patient? I'll look at the film." Zheng Ren said.

Director Sun plopped onto the chair, his whole body somewhat limp. He wore a mournful face and paused for a full minute.

Su Yun impatiently said, "Director Sun, it's the middle of the night, why are you keeping me here for a face-to-face? If there's nothing, let's go back to sleep."

"No need, no need." Director Sun immediately got up, forced himself to stay energetic, gave an apologetic smile and said, "I'll go get the images right away."

As he spoke, he opened the computer and said, "A few days ago we admitted a patient with abdominal pain; I'll find the images for you two."

"First, tell me the medical history." Zheng Ren frowned.

"The patient is a 56-year-old male admitted due to abdominal pain that worsened over 9 days, with aggravation over 3 days." Director Sun, while shivering as he searched the computer for images, described the patient's condition: "Nine days ago, the patient developed abdominal pain without an obvious trigger, prominent in the lower right abdomen, without nausea or vomiting. No diarrhea, no fever, no chest tightness."

"He came to our hospital for consultation; abdominal ultrasound showed appendicitis, and he was hospitalized for acute appendicitis and underwent an appendectomy."

"What about the lab tests?"

"The blood test shows white blood cells slightly elevated, with normal differential, but the B-ultrasound indicates appendicitis." Director Sun weakly defended himself in a low voice, especially afraid of Su Yun retorting him.

Su Yun's temper is really bad, and Director Sun knows this.

At Haicheng Shi Yiyuan Hospital, Su Yun can talk and laugh without getting angry; only two directors—the Emergency Department's Director Pan and the ICU's Director Qian—can do that.

As for others, if they disagree, they'll be retorted with a couple of sentences. But with their own director backing them, nobody can do anything to them. Moreover, the former hospital director Fu was his aunt's husband; anyone who sees him is like seeing a child.

"Director Sun, was the surgery successful?" Zheng Ren asked.

During the Shou Bing, the appendix measured about 5 cm in length, showed mild swelling and redness without purulent changes, and the Shou Bing proceeded smoothly. Yet five days after the Shou Bing, the patient still had no anal gas or bowel movement.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren and Su Yun both grunted.

It's just an Appendectomy; no gas passage five days post-op—could this be a postoperative bowel obstruction?

"Then what?"

Director Sun, with a worried and bitter face, found the patient's various examinations and said, "The patient's family is unhappy, very unhappy; they keep following me asking what's going on. At first it was just one or two people asking, quite polite. But later, over a dozen people came straight over, looking unfriendly."

"Yeah, anyone would ask you. The Shou Bing was done, you have no other judgment, why is it not good?" Su Yun said casually while sitting on the sofa.

The diagnosis should be fine; the Shou Bing…… the patient's subcutaneous fat layer is not thick; because the family is poor, I didn't choose laparoscopic Shou Bing, but performed a small-incision external Appendectomy.

"Continue." Zheng Ren pondered, hearing Director Sun's voice break off, then said coldly.

Director Sun shivered.

Chief Zheng's tone of speaking is like that of my old professor from school.

That kind of "I'm the only one" aura cannot be cultivated by just a few Shou Bing.

He still remembers listening to the old professor say that Confucianism cultivates the righteous qi, while medicine also has its own qi; performing many Shou Bing naturally gives rise to an aura.

Director Sun has always remembered this saying, but in his lifetime he has never seen anyone with such an aura.

It's not that there's none at all; it's just too weak to feel, completely incomparable to that old person.

But Chief Zheng, at such a young age, actually has his own aura—this is truly enviable.

He merely sighed, then was suppressed by Zheng Ren's aura, immediately standing straight and proper, like a junior doctor reporting medical history to a senior director: "The Shou Bing went smoothly; upon opening, the appendix just popped out, without turning the intestines to look for the appendix, so I think the possibility of bowel obstruction is low."

"An upright abdominal fluoroscopy was done post-Shou Bing, and no signs of bowel obstruction were seen."

Zheng Ren stood up, sat down at the computer, and began to look at the images.

"Director Sun, please continue." Zheng Ren said.

"Before the Shou Bing, the patient's family was in good spirits, but after the Shou Bing the patient showed no improvement, the condition progressively worsened, and they could no longer contain themselves." Director Sun said somewhat innocently.

"Have you had someone else look at it?" Zheng Ren flipped through a few image files, just as Director Sun said, there's nothing much.

"I did, but just said over the phone, and I also sent the images over for a quick look." Director Sun said, "They didn't give any opinion."

"Director Sun, are you delaying this because you want to invite the Boss to do the Shou Bing?" Su Yun asked with a chuckle.

"Hmm." Director Sun answered honestly.

"Impressive! Really worthy of praise." Su Yun said.

Director Sun's face twisted like a bitter melon.

"Su Yun, don't go off topic, what happened later?" Zheng Ren continued flipping through the patient's lab report.

Later I placed the patient on gastrointestinal decompression and gave an enema, but the patient still showed no improvement. Afterwards, their relatives all came, causing a noisy uproar in the ward. I just didn't—

"You say the condition, but it doesn't look like paralytic intestinal obstruction—how did you handle it?" Zheng Ren coldly interrupted Director Sun's nagging, continuing to interrogate.

Director Sun sighed, his face overcast with gloom.