Chapter 2053: with translation of chapter title

The patient had a request, so we just checked. However, she came in the afternoon, and the person accompanying her changed. In the afternoon, we did two consecutive rechecks, both negative, and the patient got upset, standing in the hallway and started cursing. Zheng Ren said calmly.

'Aren't you angry?' Lin Yuan thought of that situation and felt uncomfortable; as for the topic of conversation, it had long been forgotten.

'I'm angry, but there's nothing I can do.' Zheng Ren said, 'Later I persuaded her for a long time, discussed with her, and finally decided to do one last check.'

'Then what?' Lin Yuan became curious.

'I found the cleaning lady and asked her to keep an eye on things.'

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'As it turned out, she had secretly swapped the urine sample, and the female friend who came with her had the test done on the sample she provided.' Zheng Ren spoke as if recounting someone else's grievance, saying it calmly.

'So after you found the truth, did you yell back at her?' Lin Yuan got so excited she almost jumped up, as if she herself had been scolded by the patient and was about to retaliate.

'No.' Zheng Ren smiled, 'I just told her that if she kept causing trouble, I would send the urine sample for genetic testing.'

'Um... why? Genetic testing is very troublesome.' Lin Yuan was completely bewildered.

'To keep her from causing trouble. I just told her I could tell the urine sample wasn't hers.' Zheng Ren said.

'Why didn't you call her out to her face? She just scolded you!' Lin Yuan looked indignant, as if she herself had been the one scolded.

'It's none of my business to manage someone else's household affairs.' Zheng Ren said: 'I don't know her situation, but there's no need to expose this publicly; what if she suddenly couldn't bear it?'

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with contempt, too lazy even to sneer at him. This guy sometimes has water in his brain; with that mindset, listening to him makes you want to beat him up.

Lin Yuan had a dazed, cute expression; to her, these things were simply amazing, something no professor had ever lectured about.

'Then what?'

'Then the patient just left.' Zheng Ren said: 'She had both negative and positive urine test slips; she knows what to do next.'

'Then why make a fuss?'

'In the morning, the person accompanying her was from the man's family—either a sister or a sister-in-law, for crying out loud. The man wasn't home, the woman had a stomachache, and the exam revealed she was pregnant.' Su Yun couldn't bear to listen any longer; the logic was simple, so why couldn't she understand?

Lin Yuan has a solid theoretical foundation, but her clinical experience is pitifully lacking.

A doctor who graduated from Harvard is certainly worth showing off, but to establish a foothold domestically, absolutely no less than three to five years of training is required.

These things aren't taught in textbooks; you can only rely on personal insight to gradually figure them out.

'Worldly wisdom is the same as writing'—that's the point. In a hospital, especially in the Emergency Department, just seeing patients is far from enough.

Like today's incident, Yu Zong thought it was feigning illness but couldn't find the flaw. Zheng Ren and Su Yun agreed, which is what is called clinical experience.

Lin Yuan thought back and still didn't understand, but there wasn't much to ask about.

Feigning illness and feigning health are both based on some personal need.

Su Yun explained the situation of that female patient with urine HCG, but what about today's old gentleman? Why is he feigning illness?

Whether it's Zheng Lao Ban or Su Yun, their diagnoses make logical sense, yet they are utterly unbelievable.

As for whether they're correct, we still have to wait for Yu Zong's results.

Returning to the ward, not seeing Liu Zewei's bald head, Zheng Ren felt a bit unaccustomed.

Watching him rub his bald head for a long time, it seemed he gradually accepted it, treating that action as part of the department.

Lin Yuan came back and hurried to write the medical record, while Chang Yue continued chatting with the patient's family, happily, like a few old friends who hadn't seen each other in years sitting in the afternoon sun chatting about past events.

Zheng Ren found a comfortable spot, basked in the sun, and pretended to read the fifth edition of Surgery.

The afternoon was peaceful and tranquil, and Zheng Ren didn't feel particularly sleepy.

Although he hadn't slept all night, looking back, his heart felt sweet.

What Su Yun said was wrong; many details were off.

But one thing is correct: spending more time with Xiao Yi Ren, going out and looking around, leaving countless memories—that's what real life is.

The connection between the two people becomes close because of these little bits and pieces. Years later, when they are dried up and occasionally recalled, it will be very sweet.

Just thinking of Xiao Yi Ren leaning in his arms, the two of them on a mountain peak with biting sea breeze watching the sunrise in the east, Zheng Ren felt his heart warm.

First he sent a message to Xiao Yi Ren, waited a few minutes with no reply, and Zheng Ren guessed she must have gone to catch up on sleep.

Along the way, he was idle, but Xiao Yi Ren drove all night.

When should he take a turn at the steering wheel? Then, next time they go out to play, they can take turns driving, so Xiao Yi Ren won't be so exhausted.

Thinking of Xie Yiren's sleeping appearance, Zheng Ren smiled and then went into the System Library to start reading.

Having time to read a bit is better than idling. The books in the System Library can be described as vast as oxen carrying books, and they increase every day.

Usually, having to find so much material consumes a great deal of effort.

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Zong's voice came from the doorway.

'Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er.'

Zheng Ren raised his head and saw Yu Zong with an excited expression.

'Got an answer?' Zheng Ren asked a pointless question.

'Mm.' Yu Zong said happily: 'I told Director Liu about the situation; at first Director Liu didn't believe me, so I had to say it was the plan from Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er.'

'Don't mention me; you're using the boss's banner to do bad things, dragging me into taking the blame.' Su Yun said while playing with her phone.

'It was originally the diagnosis you two gave; when I mentioned it to Director Liu, he started pondering. Later I asked the patient's eldest son, cross-referencing with previous details, and finally confirmed the old gentleman was feigning illness.' Yu Zong ignored Su Yun's words and said cheerfully.

'Why feign illness?' Lin Yuan asked in surprise, not expecting that Zheng Lao Ban would actually guess correctly.

'From the looks of it, the old gentleman probably has two sons. It's not about the family having lots of money; it's about fighting over inheritance or such. So whenever things start to kick off, the old gentleman gets admitted for hematuria. It's said there's even a will or something; I wanted to listen, but the director kicked me out.' Yu Zong felt somewhat regretful.

'What's the point of listening to that?' Su Yun said with contempt: 'Just a trifling matter, a bit of money, causing brothers to turn against each other, wives and children to be separated.'

'A publicly traded company, with a market value of several billion.'

'Tch.' Su Yun scoffed: 'It's just a scheme to suck money from shareholders; you really think there are a few legitimate publicly traded companies? This is about as good as a financial product with a 130% annualized rate—claiming it's worth several billion, but can it be liquidated? No, you'd have to put up collateral with a bank; frankly, it's all a scam.'

'That's still money, Yun Ge'er.' Yu Zong said with a chuckle: 'If I were his kid, fighting over the inheritance, just give me a little bit and I'd have enough to last a lifetime.'

'Can't you have some ambition?' Su Yun said: 'Just do a good job as the Inpatient Chief; in a couple years lead a team or something, earn your own money and spend it—better than being unsettled.'

'Hehe.' Yu Zong chuckled: 'Zheng Lao Ban, Yun Ge'er, then I won't disturb you.'

"Hurry up and get busy, contact me if anything comes up." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

After Yu Zong left, Lin Yuan looked at Zheng Ren, then at Su Yun, and asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, how is the patient feigning illness?"

Zheng Ren was also quite helpless.

It was explained so clearly, yet she still didn't understand.

"Constrictive pericarditis, with calcification of the pericardium. When intrathoracic pressure increases, it's equivalent to a sudden worsening of the calcification—do you understand that?" Zheng Ren asked.

Lin Yuan nodded.

Then, assuming the most severe controllable constrictive pericarditis, everything falls into place.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment, sighed. Without speaking, he continued writing the endless medical records.

Su Yun lowered her head, playing with her phone; the black hair on her forehead fluttered lightly, looking extremely pleased.

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In Northern Province, at a hotel beside the Medical University Affiliated Hospital in the provincial capital, Dahungya wore a humble smile as he accompanied Xiao Liu while they ate.

After being scolded for several hours, Dahungya's facial expression never changed; his humility sank to the dust. No matter how Xiao Liu scolded him, he wore a face that could not strike back or talk back.

"Liu Ye, you're tired from scolding, have something to eat." Dahungya said, taking advantage of the brief pause.

"You..." Xiao Liu laughed and cried at once.

I really wanted to go up and kick him, to make him behave properly and stop causing trouble all the time. What era is this? If he keeps causing trouble, who knows how many grasshoppers will be tied to a single rope.

Seeing a turn in the situation, Dahungya wanted to say something more, but just as he was about to speak, his throat felt itchy and he coughed hard twice.

Xiao Liu frowned, and Dahungya immediately turned away and coughed hard twice.

But when he saw a black insect fly out of his own mouth, he was completely stunned.

No, he must have been mistaken; Dahungya quickly reassured himself.

Just two coughs—how could there be an insect?!

He must have been mistaken; he quickly composed himself, forced out a faint smile, and intended to turn back to continue listening to Liu Ye's scolding.

Dahungya also felt a bit wronged; he was just trying to scare people, and if one were to be strict, he had at least kept those white‑collar workers with their parents, fulfilling some filial duty, so it wasn't really wrong.

How come as soon as Zheng Lao Ban speaks, Liu Ye comes running to the provincial capital, all eager, to point at my nose and scold me? Besides, it's not murder or robbery, just cheating a little money… Moreover, if the people don't report, the officials won't investigate—surely nothing will happen.

Just after he had muttered that complaint in his heart, the little black insect flew out again, hovering before his eyes, as if reminding Dahungya not to forget himself.

Dahungya felt disgust, pinched it with both hands, and with a smack killed the little black insect.

Afterwards he turned around, his smile unchanged as if it had never faded. Dahungya wiped his hands on his clothes, brushing off the insect. At the same time, his throat felt itchy again, and he couldn't help but start coughing.