Chapter 2121: 2048 You're not dead yet?

2048 You're not dead yet?

Boss, Director Wei looks just as cowardly as you. Su Yun laughed loudly.

I'm not like that. Zheng Ren watched Director Wei's retreating back, feeling he had nothing in common with him.

Not talking about far away, just yesterday—do you know how cowardly you acted? Su Yun asked disdainfully.

I didn't warm up beforehand, so I was a bit awkward at first. Later on, Yi Ren said my performance was almost perfect. Zheng Ren said confidently, "Last night when I went back, Yi Ren said Aunt Lin praised me repeatedly."

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren and let out a long sigh.

This guy's luck is fantastic; the key is that the surgery was flawless.

Forget it, forget it, there's nothing to say about him.

Zheng Lao Ban, what are you doing? Director Kong walked into the ward, saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun standing at the dressing room door, and asked strangely.

Isn't this Director Wei's varicose veins wanting surgery? Zheng Ren explained the recent events to Director Kong as he walked.

Director Kong also felt both amused and exasperated.

Arriving at the office door, a middle-aged man bowed his waist and politely said, "Director Kong, I've come to see you."

Director Kong paused, feeling the man looked familiar.

After all, he sees dozens of patients each day, plus their families, so he doesn't have a memory good enough to remember everyone.

You are...

I'm Sun Chuangui from Hexi Province; I came to see you for treatment three years ago. The man said humbly.

Um... because you had no money and refused surgery no matter what? You're still not dead? Director Kong exclaimed in surprise.

For someone like Director Kong, a veteran of the medical world, that remark was terribly inappropriate.

It seems Sun Chuangui left a fairly deep impression on him back then.

Sorry, you look in decent shape. Director Kong quickly masked his surprise and said with a chuckle.

It's fine, I also think it's a miracle I'm not dead. Sun Chuangui showed no anger, instead chuckling, "I just felt fine lately, had some money, so I got a scan for a follow-up."

And then? Director Kong opened the door to the director's office and let Sun Chuangui in.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun, curious, also followed him inside.

The doctors where I'm from said I'm fine, but I don't believe them, so I came for you to take a look.

Director Kong changed into a white coat, sat down, took the film, and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, this patient came to our hospital for treatment three years ago. At that time, there was a 12×10 cm tumor in the right lobe of the liver and a 3×4 cm tumor in the left lobe."

... Zheng Ren looked at the patient's system panel, compared it to Director Kong's explanation, and was slightly startled.

Back then I told him he needed at least ten interventional surgeries to see any effect, but his family had no money and insisted on discharging him to go home. Director Kong produced the film, looked at Sun Chuangui, and said, "Is that right?"

For such tumor patients, going home after discharge is hardly different from waiting to die.

Zheng Ren suddenly understood; no wonder Director Kong ended up asking that.

You have a great memory. Sun Chuangui gave a smug hehe laugh and said, "You still remember after all these years."

Director Kong was also curious and swiftly slipped the film into the viewer.

The film showed the left-lobe tumor had almost completely atrophied and necrosed, while the right-lobe tumor was largely necrotic, leaving only a 3×4 cm active lesion.

Looking at the result, it's indeed good; even if Zheng Ren performed the surgery himself, he'd need about five times to achieve this effect.

Yet Sun Chuangui achieved this recovery without any surgery, which is simply exaggerated.

Director Kong, take a look—has it healed?

It's much better. Director Kong said.

"Healed" and "much better" are two different words.

But Sun Chuangui didn't catch the distinction; he gave a hehe laugh.

How was it treated? Director Kong asked.

There's a barefoot doctor back home who said my condition is life‑threatening; without treatment I'd have only three months to live. He has a folk remedy that might cure me.

Zheng Ren froze for a moment. "A folk remedy?"

What folk remedy? Director Kong asked.

Buckwheat skin mixed with arsenic trioxide, applied to the belly for half an hour each day. Sun Chuangui said, "People say folk remedies can treat serious illnesses; Director Kong, you see this actually makes sense."

Arsenic trioxide, also called arsenic trioxide, is something everyone knows. It's a poison that has existed from ancient times to the present, appearing in many legends.

In traditional Chinese medicine, arsenic trioxide is a medicinal agent that uses poison to counteract poison.

Boss, the effect is good. Su Yun looked at the film and said firmly.

Sun Chuangui heard that and gave another few hehe laughs.

Director Kong, I read reports saying that when interventional surgery was just starting domestically, someone tried using arsenic trioxide to necrotize tumors. Zheng Ren asked.

Director Kong nodded and said, "Indeed, it was tried."

Oh? You've used that too. Su Yun expressed surprise; he is a thoracic surgeon and isn't very familiar with the history of interventional surgery.

Well, supposedly the effect wasn't there, but it's hard to control the dose between necrotizing and toxic levels. Zheng Ren said.

Exactly—if the dose is too low, there's no effect; if it's slightly too high, the patient gets poisoned. Director Kong said, "So in the end arsenic trioxide was phased out and replaced with carboplatin, cisplatin, oxaliplatin, irinotecan, and other chemotherapy drugs."

Liver cancer lacks effective first‑ or second‑line chemotherapy drugs; even injecting platinum‑based agents into liver tumors yields only a minimal effect.

But the advantage is that patients suffer fewer side effects, and if problems arise they aren't as horrifying as arsenic trioxide.

If a few media or self‑media outlets ran a story—horrifying, Doctor 912 actually gave a patient arsenic trioxide.

Such a story could stir up a huge storm, but it's hard to say.

Likewise, this could apply to doctors at other hospitals.

No one dares to try to find out what dosage of this "poison"—arsenic trioxide, which effectively necrotizes liver cancer tumor cells—would be appropriate.

As for the folk remedy, Zheng Ren had already smelled arsenic trioxide on the patient's body.

Although there are signs of mild chronic poisoning, the patient has nevertheless lived many more years; it cannot be denied that this is a miracle.

This patient is really lucky; Zheng Ren feels quite moved.

Buckwheat skin mixed with arsenic used as an external application; although its toxicity is not as strong as direct injection into the tumor, over time it also possesses toxicity.

It can kill most tumor cells while staying within the range the human body can tolerate; such precise dosage control, Zheng Ren does not believe a rural barefoot doctor could achieve.

In conclusion, it's still Sun Chuangui who has good fortune.

Many so-called folk remedies are like this: if one's fate is good, they get better; if fate is bad, it's because the illness is too severe.

Sometimes Zheng Ren even thinks Wang Daoshi's choice is really awesome!

Simple and easy, it can still cure diseases and save people, pointing them toward a bright path.