Chapter 2110: 2037: To Become a Doctor, First Learn Physiognomy (Monthly Ticket 67000 Bonus Chapter ×134)

The three left, but Lin Yuan still felt uneasy, taking three steps and looking back at the middle-aged man.

"Don't look, it's fine." Su Yun said with a chuckle, "A psychological disorder is just like when you covered your eyes with your hand just now."

"How could they be the same?" Lin Yuan said unhappily.

She's a girl; it's normal for a woman to cover her eyes when seeing a fight. How could this guy lump himself together with a cryptorchid patient?

But her curiosity couldn't be contained, and she soon asked, "Boss Zheng, how did you make that judgment?"

"A physical exam doesn't have to be done by hand." Zheng Ren smiled, "To be a doctor, you must first learn physiognomy; didn't your instructor teach you that?"

Lin Yuan shook her head, bewildered.

Zheng Ren thought this rookie was truly a good novice, but she was serious, writing medical records to this point; it was appropriate to teach her a bit.

It's really not as reassuring as Old Liu would be.

However, imagine, Old Liu is a seasoned veteran of many years, honed through clinical grind, incomparable to Lin Yuan, a top-tier academy graduate.

"Sitting opposite the patient, I first noticed his hair was messy and long, suggesting he hadn't slept for 2-3 days. Normally at this point, one would expect a stubbly beard, but did you notice his beard is very sparse, to the point of being practically nonexistent?"

"..." Lin Yuan was bewildered.

"Of course, this can't be taken as a diagnostic standard, just suspicion. So after sitting down and seeing the film, the pelvic cavity showed a space-occupying lesion; first consider tumor, then consider cryptorchidism."

"On the CT image, did you notice there's a soft-tissue shadow about 2 cm? If the possibility of cryptorchidism weren't considered, this would be overlooked, because it means nothing for a tumor."

"But with awareness of cryptorchidism, seeing that soft-tissue shadow would raise the relatively low possibility of cryptorchidism a notch."

"Adding the speculation from our later conversation with him makes the truth easy to know."

Lin Yuan was dazed; she tried hard to remember every word Boss Zheng said, planning to review it repeatedly at home.

"Boss, do you think with us two here he'll be fine?" Su Yun said simply, but Zheng Ren knew his meaning was to expose a secret kept for years, an act that would provoke shame and anger.

"Even by myself I'd be fine." Zheng Ren laughed.

"Tsk~"

"You say, this minor ailment just needs a small operation; how many years has he delayed it himself?" Zheng Ren sighed.

This matter really isn't easy to say. Fortunately we ran into each other tonight; otherwise who knows what might have happened.

"There's no way, did you just see Lin Yuan's appearance? Seeing someone copy a wine bottle, they neither retaliate nor flee, they first cover their eyes." Su Yun said disdainfully, "You think it's because someone saw you bathing, so you just cover your face and that's enough?"

"How can you be so annoying?" Lin Yuan said dissatisfied, though she wasn't embarrassed.

"Don't make a fuss, hurry home to eat and sleep." Zheng Ren said, "There's still surgery tomorrow."

Lin Yuan drove, intending to give Boss Zheng and Su Yun a ride home, but was directly refused.

She returned home alone, pondering Boss Zheng's words along the way. Does becoming a doctor still require learning physiognomy first?

The man's appearance just now kept replaying in Lin Yuan's mind.

Hair disheveled, greasy all over, looking like it hadn't been washed for days. But who would notice how much beard a disheveled patient or patient's relative has?

Besides, aren't there plenty of men with little facial hair?

Did he leave that impression, and then upon seeing the CT naturally associate it with cryptorchidism?

Indeed, it's physiognomy.

Lin Yuan didn't know Zheng Ren was reasoning backward; she only felt Boss Zheng was amazing, that this could be done.

Invisibly, Boss Zheng's image was magnified once again.

Today's harvest was abundant; Lin Yuan pondered many things in her mind. Surgery—she had watched Professor Rudolf Wagner perform a few cases; once she felt proficient, she would ask to try as the lead surgeon.

Also, propofol can cause urine discoloration, which she hadn't known before. Adding to the recent lecture, to be a doctor one must first learn physiognomy.

Truly amazing.

Back at her building's entrance, Lin Yuan felt full of energy, not tired at all.

She got out of the car, walked to the elevator, and went home.

She took the key, opened the door, trying to keep the volume low so as not to disturb her parents' sleep. But she didn't expect her parents were still awake, sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Lin Yuan knew she was about to face another harsh battle.

But it's fine; a few meows would solve the problem, utterly incomparable to the struggle between her and Boss Zheng.

Such things, she's been used to since childhood, feeling no pressure at all.

"How come it's so late again?" Dean Lin frowned and asked.

"It's still okay." Lin Yuan smiled, "The doctor on night shift yesterday didn't get home much earlier than me. After a night shift, having worked a day, isn't that normal?"

Dean Lin felt somewhat helpless.

He knew his daughter was substituting concepts.

Whether others come home early or late, and her coming home early or late—how could they be the same?

Now the Tumor Hospital in the Imperial Capital still has two surgeries underway; in the dead of night, everyone is accustomed to it.

But others are others; our daughter can't keep pushing herself like this.

Under the pressure of his wife's gaze, Dean Lin coughed once, preparing to first take a roundabout approach.

"Is it that you write medical records every day? Pretty boring, huh."

"Not at all." Lin Yuan said with a smile, "Just now Boss Zheng and Yun Ge'er went to the hospital again; I learned a thing—being a doctor requires learning physiognomy first."

What nonsense is this!

Dean Lin looked helplessly at Lin Yuan; still talking about physiognomy—isn't that just nonsense?

Lin Yuan chuckled, recounting what had just happened, full of admiration: "Dad, you know, if that patient were me coming home, I'd definitely not notice when going out. But Boss Zheng took the initiative, went up, and settled the matter."

Recalling his daughter's account, Dean Lin mentally reconstructed it, and he too was surprised.

Boss Zheng isn't old, yet he reads people quite accurately; he really has a knack.

Casually striking up a conversation, offering a cigarette, he could tell the patient had cryptorchidism.

If it weren't for his daughter working like an ox for him, being treated as livestock, Dean Lin wouldn't want to offend him.

But now I can't do anything either; I can't just watch my own girl leave early and return late every day, not even getting a hot meal.

News of doctors dying suddenly appears from time to time across the country; Lin Yuanzhang has long grown numb to it.

Being a doctor, whether it's hard or not, how much money one makes—I know it myself. It's all money earned by risking one's life; just staying alive is not easy.

But my own girl absolutely cannot be like that.

To give up a good, comfortable life and instead work overtime at the hospital, even doing interventional surgery and swallowing wires—isn't that a sign of a sick mind?

Lin Yuanzhang's resolve was firm; he glanced at Lin Yuan and forced out a smile.