Chapter 205: 0200 The Boy with a Mole on His Mouth (2/5)

Life must go on; it won't stop because of some things.

Having endured another malignant event's baptism, medical staff had no time to grieve; the next day's sun rose as usual.

Zheng Ren slept well through the night and felt much better physically.

He felt a little uncomfortable, probably because yesterday he only wore Su Yun's sweater, walking back and forth in the cold wind and caught a chill.

Zheng Ren didn't think much of it; it was when his body was at its best, a slight discomfort didn't matter. What worried him was what to bring Xie Yiren when returning to Hai Cheng.

What Su Yun said made sense, and Zheng Ren knew it.

While on the IV drip, Zheng Ren pondered what to bring back.

This question was far more troubling for Zheng Ren than performing a high-difficulty surgery.

No matter how he thought, it was unlikely for this steel-straight man to come up with an answer. He finally decided that after the surgery, he would set aside a day to take Su Yun shopping for himself.

Seeing how popular Su Yun was with girls, he guessed he would also buy things for girls.

So for anything he didn't understand, asking Su Yun should be fine.

Once he had an answer, Zheng Ren relaxed, opened his phone calmly, chatting with Xie Yiren and the others in the group while reading a novel.

This time, with time to spare, he read the novel to his heart's content.

Su Yun lay on the bed in the duty room, fiddling with her phone, completely unaware that Zheng Ren was scheming about her in his mind.

Halfway through the IV, Su Yun suddenly said: "A few guys from General Surgery want to come see you; I told them to get lost."

"Huh? What do you want to look at me for?" Zheng Ren, immersed in the novel's world, asked casually.

"Of course it's because of Fang Lin's matter." Su Yun curled her lip in a sneer, "You're incredibly awesome, you know that, Boss Zheng?"

The three words "Boss Zheng" he spat out with heavy emphasis, mockery overflowing, a natural-born top.

Zheng Ren, however, was completely unaware, "I don't know."

"I told them you're on an IV, don't come show off; later when we go down, let's take a peek at General Surgery." Su Yun, not angry at Zheng Ren's soft rebuff, continued leisurely: "What do you want to eat for lunch? I'll take you out for a meal. Being in the capital, drinking with them every day is really boring."

"You even know boredom? Is it because you haven't done surgery in a few days and your hands are itchy?" Zheng Ren laughed.

"I don't have that problem of yours."

After saying that, Su Yun went back to playing with her phone, as if their conversation had never existed.

After the IV finished, Su Yun led Zheng Ren via the fire escape straight to the General Surgery Department.

As soon as they entered the gate, Zheng Ren heard a hoarse, agonized cry drifting over.

A resident pushed a gurney with a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy lying on it, clutching his stomach and rolling all over the gurney. The situation was urgent; they thought they needed to go for tests and hurried out.

After glancing at the patient, Zheng Ren stopped in his tracks.

"Hey, move, you're blocking my way." Su Yun kept her head down, following behind Zheng Ren, almost bumping her head into him.

"Oh." Zheng Ren acknowledged.

"What's up? Is there a problem with the patient?" Su Yun joked.

"Get the second-line team ready for emergency surgery." Zheng Ren said.

"Calling you 'boss' twice, you really think you're the big boss of the whole department, huh? Do you know what disease that patient has? I see you're increasingly showing signs of turning into a witch doctor; tell me ahead of time if you ever go dark, but for heaven's sake don't go dark on the operating table." Su Yun snorted habitually.

"Did you see the mole on the patient's lip on the gurney?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

What does that have to do with cutting open for surgery?

Su Yun blinked, his words cut off by Zheng Ren's interruption, and she forgot what she was about to say.

"Do you know there's a disease called melanotic polyposis syndrome? Also known as P-J syndrome." Zheng Ren asked while walking.

"……" Su Yun hesitated, which was rare for her.

"That patient looks about fourteen or fifteen, with dense black moles around the mouth and also on the fingers."

"Are you planning to do cosmetic surgery?" Su Yun obviously realized Zheng Ren was stating the patient's condition, but she still habitually threw out a jab, even though it would soon be contradicted.

"P-J syndrome is a hereditary disease mainly manifested as multiple polyps throughout the digestive tract, most commonly in the small intestine, with polyps also sometimes seen in the stomach, colon, and rectum." Zheng Ren said seriously.

"Wait……" Su Yun took a few quick steps to catch up with Zheng Ren and asked, "What's the connection to abdominal pain?"

"Most P-J syndrome patients have black moles on their hands, feet, and lips; those are actually polyps."

"Same as not saying anything." Su Yun glared hatefully at Zheng Ren, "I-ask-you-about-abdominal-pain-what-is-the-connection!"

He said each word with deliberate pauses, venomously.

"The polyps of this disease are mostly stalked; size varies, but having a long stalk leads to intussusception." Zheng Ren said: "Have you ever seen an ovarian cyst torsion?"

At this moment, Zheng Ren's sense of authority as a senior doctor exploded!

That's how doctors are; I can understand, you can't, naturally giving a great sense of superiority.

Su Yun felt a bit lost.

"What P-J syndrome? I've never heard of it. This rare clinical disease, I don't know how to study or differentiate it."

Even if he were Su Yun, it wouldn't work.

He used to be a graduate student in cardiothoracic surgery; this general surgery area, he's really not that professional.

"Yun Ge'er, here you come." The second-line inpatient chief, hearing Su Yun's voice, went out to meet her.

Seeing Zheng Ren, he immediately extended his hand enthusiastically, "Boss Zheng, finally you have some free time today."

"He's free now, you're busy." Su Yun said coldly.

The inpatient chief was about to shake Zheng Ren's hand warmly, but hearing Su Yun say that, he paused.

"May I ask your surname?" Zheng Ren extended his right hand, shook the General Surgery Department's inpatient chief's hand, and asked.

"Boss Zheng, you're too polite; my surname is Wang."

"Old Wang, ask the first-line team whether the patient's soles and palms have lots of black moles." Su Yun anxiously asked directly.

"Uh……" The inpatient chief blinked again, then realized something, furrowed his brow, and asked, "Suspect P-J syndrome?"

"Boss Zheng suspects it; you ask." Su Yun said.

I was originally considering strangulated intestinal obstruction, preparing to do a CT scan to rule it out, then emergency surgery. Wang Zong pondered, "If it's P-J Syndrome, then surgery must be done immediately."

P-J Syndrome is an extremely rare genetic disease. Although the top-tier hospitals in Di Du claim that difficult and miscellaneous diseases are common, P-J Syndrome is truly rare.

Because usually when people get sick, it's an emergency case; Wang Zong had only heard the professor mention it before, and when he first saw the patient, he completely failed to notice the black moles on the patient's mouth corners and fingers.

"Hey, it's me. Quickly check if the patient's palms and soles have any black moles."

Wang Zong is also a straightforward person; he immediately picked up the phone and called.

"Alright, after the examination, push him back immediately for pre-op preparation!"

After hanging up, Wang Zong gave Zheng Ren a strange look and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, the soles of the feet also have many black moles."

"Hmm, then you should prepare for surgery."