Chapter 2108: 2035 Smoking, Drinking, Getting a Perm (Alliance Leader GZ86LG Bonus Chapter 2)

The night of 912 is not deep.

Many people come and go, staging the joys, sorrows, pleasures and pains of the human world. Although it's already late, countless ward lights remain on, with shadows moving inside.

Outside the Inpatient Department there is a smoking area; a thin figure stands with his back to the department's main door, holding a bottle in his right hand and a cigarette in his left.

This must be someone's caregiver, coming out in the middle of the night to smoke and drink, huh. That addiction is quite strong.

Su Yun smiled, about to leave. But out of the corner of his eye he saw Zheng Ren standing steady, not moving a muscle.

"Oh? Boss, when did you become interested in drinking?" Su Yun asked.

"No, I just feel that person's emotions are off," Zheng Ren said softly.

"In the middle of the night, smoking and drinking outside the hospital's Inpatient Department is indeed a bit problematic." Su Yun smiled helplessly and said, "Boss, your father-in-law is coming back tomorrow."

But this time, Su Yun's threat had no effect.

Zheng Ren rushed straight to the thin man, and Su Yun, helpless, followed behind.

"You know what it's like, following an energetic boss?" Su Yun and Lin Yuan complained, "Acquaintances come looking for him, keeping him busy like a dog. And that's not all—he even volunteers to meddle in other people's affairs when he's free."

Lin Yuan felt a bit lost, not knowing what had happened.

Zheng Ren came to the chair in the smoking area, sat opposite the man, and said with a smile, "Buddy, can I bum a cigarette?"

The man lifted his head and glanced at him.

His face was pallid and unshaven, his hair messy, his eyes bloodshot, and he reeked of alcohol. His face was lined with many wrinkles, showing a life of hardship, yet he was still relatively tidy.

Had it not been for the prompt on the System Panel, Zheng Ren would have considered some possibility; he normally wouldn't want to get close to someone drinking.

Just smelling the alcohol almost made him drunk.

"Help yourself," the man jerked his chin toward the cigarette pack and disposable lighter, grabbed the bottle of erguotou, and took another big gulp.

His hand was unsteady, trembling slightly, and a little liquor spilled onto his chest.

If it were someone like Qiao Feng, that gesture would be full of heroism and generosity; but in this man's case, it only expressed an indescribable desolation and loneliness.

Su Yun also sensed something was wrong, and he asked with a grin, "Buddy, what obstacle can't you get past?"

In the hospital, seeing someone like this usually means either they themselves are ill, or a beloved close relative is ill.

"You're drinking in the middle of the night without even peanuts?" Su Yun continued to nag, "Do you feel life is especially boring?"

The man, eyes red, looked at the three strange people before him and remained silent.

Su Yun gave a hehe smile, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, flicked his wrist, and a cigarette popped out.

Lin Yuan couldn't stand the smell of smoke and alcohol, frowned, wanted to leave, but his curiosity kept him there, so he stood aside, suppressing his discomfort.

"I feel like I've been penniless all my life, half‑understood, at a loss, and accomplished nothing," Su Yun said with a grin.

"You…" the man said, a bit angry.

But his anger vanished instantly; Su Yun was right.

"We're all the same; nobody's better than anyone else," Su Yun said with a smile, "Did you see that slick‑looking girl over there?"

The man, eyes red, glanced at Lin Yuan.

"A Doctor who graduated from Harvard in the United States—probably a top‑tier scholar back in school." Su Yun said, "But after returning, he's still exhausted every day, just like a bandit."

"What are you saying?" Lin Yuan grew unhappy.

"It's all the same—men and women alike are treated like beasts of burden." Su Yun continued, "Just speak up if something's wrong; don't let yourself be stifled and ruined."

The man took a gulp of alcohol and lowered his head.

Zheng Ren looked at the images beside him, and without waiting for the man to speak, snatched them away.

Lin Yuan was also speechless.

Normally you can't even get an appointment, yet this guy is here squatting and drinking, while Boss Zheng rushes over to look at the images.

"What are you doing!" the man burst out in anger.

"Oh, a lung lesion." Su Yun glanced at the lung CT image and chuckled, "No big deal—these days, a 1 cm lesion can just be excised; post‑op five‑year survival is over 80 %."

"……"

"Statistically, for someone who smokes, drinks, and gets perms like you, the chance of dying from cerebro‑cardiovascular disease within five years is far higher than the chance of metastasis after lung‑cancer resection."

Lin Yuan was curious; hearing Su Yun's nonsense, he leaned in to look at the images.

The patient's lung CT shows a shadow about 1 cm in the lower left lung, which looks like lung cancer, a fairly typical case.

Because the lighting wasn't good, she didn't see whether the mediastinal lymph nodes were problematic.

"It's fine—just remove it." Zheng Ren said solemnly, then produced another image.

"No, that's not—" the man started to say something, but only got halfway through before swallowing the rest, treating it like dried side dishes to go with his drink.

Su Yun was about to speak when he glanced at the image in Zheng Ren's hand, and his expression immediately turned grave.

The man's pelvic CT shows a solid echo mass measuring 5.0 cm × 4.5 cm × 3.2 cm in the lower right abdomen, with a fairly clear‑cut demarcation, indicative of a space‑occupying lesion.

"Uh… is this metastasis? Did the pelvic tumor spread to the lung, or did the lung lesion spread to the pelvis?"

Either way, it means the condition is severe and no longer amenable to surgical treatment.

Unless the tumor is surgically removed, pathology taken, and then radiotherapy/chemotherapy administered according to the pathological type.

But for patients in whom metastasis is detected, even if all available medical measures are used, the greatest likelihood is that they suffer greatly to no avail.

No wonder he's squatting here drinking in the middle of the night.

But it's also strange—why the middle of the night? He doesn't look like an inpatient. Su Yun began to ponder, and he stopped spouting nonsense.

If it were just a lower‑left‑lung cancer about 1 cm, one could say this man is psychologically fragile; removing it would be the end of it—what's the big deal?

What he said earlier sounded like a joke, but there was actually some truth to it; Su Yun wasn't completely talking nonsense. It's just that his tone was off, making people frustrated.

But if metastatic tumors are present, that's an entirely different matter.

The man's eyes grew redder, yet he did nothing to Zheng Ren or Su Yun; instead he desperately sucked on a cigarette and took another swig of alcohol.

Lin Yuan leaned in to examine the image closely; the pelvic mass shows blood supply, making malignancy more likely.

Moreover, from the size, it should be that the pelvic mass is the primary lesion, and lung metastasis has appeared.

It's standard advanced cancer; surgery is not recommended. One can do a needle biopsy to determine the pathological type of the pelvic mass, then see if there is a suitable targeted drug.

In an instant, Lin Yuan's mind conjured the follow-up treatment procedure.

Zheng Lao Ban probably thinks the same, Lin Yuan thought to himself.

This time it won't be wrong! She is full of confidence.

"Hmm, Su Yun is right." Zheng Ren said inexplicably: "It's just a matter of having surgery to get better; you're tormenting your body like this, the chance of future cerebrovascular accidents is greater."