Chapter 2152: 2078 The Subtle Flavor (Alliance Leader's Origins and Endings, Self‑Wrought Fate, Extra Chapter 2)

The hospital-wide consultation ended.

Lin Ge and Zheng Ren exchanged a few words, then hurried off to prepare for what came next.

Su Yun pulled Professor Gu aside, not going elsewhere, but found a quiet spot outside.

"Big White, why are you so stubborn?" Su Yun burst out.

"They also see patients?!" Professor Gu said scornfully, his tone… similar to Su Yun's.

Zheng Ren spread his hands.

"Su Yun, why do you call Professor Gu Big White?" Zheng Ren asked.

"His name is Gu De; after that Big White appeared a few years ago, everyone started calling him that." Su Yun said with a smile: "Boss, look how stubborn he is—he's annoying to watch, but calling him Big White makes him seem cute."

Professor Gu glared at Su Yun, clearly unhappy with the nickname. But he didn't protest; presumably he had tried before to no avail.

"Why are you meddling in this?" Su Yun said scornfully: "Look at your director—I bet he'd just suggest a renal tissue biopsy."

The many subtleties here are hard for outsiders to grasp.

The patient came to 912 for diagnosis and treatment due to nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea; after discovering an abdominal teratoma, they surely thought it was a tumor stimulating the intestines, producing similar symptoms.

This is precisely one of the most common problems in medicine—an issue is found on examination, yet it doesn't match the patient's chief complaint.

In this S-rank medical dispute, the patient feels wronged.

The patient themselves had nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, progressive wasting; after a top‑tier tertiary hospital made a diagnosis, they were overjoyed, thinking surgery would cure them.

But after surgery, the condition didn't improve—it got worse.

After numerous tests, the hospitalization costs were like a bottomless pit; the family gritted their teeth and kept throwing money in.

Yet the situation wasn't good at all—it deteriorated day by day; who could accept that?

As for doing a renal needle biopsy… would they have to keep spending money? Or, regarding organ biopsy, once they were told a renal biopsy could cause bleeding or death, the patient's family immediately refused.

This is all imaginable. Is it wrong? Certainly not.

But the doctors also feel wronged.

Many patients with nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea had undergone gastrointestinal endoscopy locally, with no clear diagnosis, suggesting it wasn't a gastrointestinal issue.

The tests revealed a teratoma; the diagnosis was accurate, reflecting the standard of a top‑tier tertiary hospital.

Having found a teratoma, what are we waiting for if not surgery?

As for other tests, the patient at that time showed no signs indicating similar problems.

Doing every test on each patient? That's simply impossible.

Address whatever problem is found—that's a normal, reasonable approach.

After surgery the patient's condition worsened; the relevant department judged it might be systemic lupus erythematosus, so they decided to run checks.

But when the family heard there were huge risks, they refused outright.

The mismatch of positions and viewpoints led to the current situation. Meanwhile, doctors of average ability, unable to clearly determine the patient's diagnosis, adopted a lax attitude.

This is a huge hassle; if possible, avoid getting involved.

But Gu De, this young professor, could understand and employed the relevant means for diagnostic therapy.

His luck wasn't great; this drug dosage didn't improve the condition—it made it worse.

Professor Gu also felt some regret about this.

If Zheng Lao Ban hadn't been present, firmly supporting his view, the patient might have died, and a post‑mortem medical accident would have haunted him.

This is a particularly helpless point for doctors.

Clearly the correct path to success had been found, yet due to various human interferences, it ultimately failed.

The crux of the problem can't be explained in a few words; especially the details, only insiders understand the subtle flavor.

"Sigh." Professor Gu, who understood everything, didn't rebut Su Yun's words; he just let out a long sigh.

"Boss, look at this coward—if you hadn't just helped him out, he probably wouldn't catch his breath for five years." Su Yun laughed.

"Big White's diagnosis is correct, his level is high." Zheng Ren, speaking from above, gave Professor Gu his assessment.

Professor Gu felt the situation was somewhat absurd.

He had graduated with a doctorate from a top medical school, spent a few years establishing himself at 912, and became the earliest team‑leading professor among his peers—surely someone exceptionally talented and hardworking.

Yet today he was to be "evaluated" by a doctor younger than himself, who said his level was high.

Professor Gu felt a slight indignation, but thinking that the other now leads a Nobel Prize‑winning project team—excelling in surgery, diagnosis, and treatment—he found no grounds to rebut.

"Zheng Lao Ban, you said you'd find time to contact Su Yun for a get‑together." Professor Gu said sternly, "I didn't expect to run into you like this."

"Don't talk like that—my boss is busy." Su Yun said from the side, "Just keep an eye on the biopsy; even if the family consents, results take a long time. If they really end up in the ICU, trouble will be big."

"Hmm." Professor Gu naturally knew the crux; after thinking, he said: "Director Lin can resolve the issue, persuade the family, and I'll personally perform the renal biopsy, with results in three hours."

"Tsk tsk, do you really think you're a team‑leading professor just because you're doing it yourself?" Su Yun said scornfully: "Hurry up—keep an eye on Director Lin; with the boss around, he'll likely have to break face with the family."

Regarding that, Professor Gu also didn't quite understand.

He understood how Director Lin needed to talk to the family.

Basically, under video surveillance, obtain evidence that the family refused the renal tissue biopsy, then tell them that if the patient dies, an autopsy will be performed; if they refuse the autopsy, even in a lawsuit they'd have no grounds.

But if an autopsy were done and it showed systemic lupus erythematosus, they wouldn't get a penny.

Words like these, if spoken by Director Lin, would perhaps better match the family's thinking—after all, he's a professional.

Watching the Medical Department act so tough, it's actually a do‑or‑die, back‑to‑the‑wall move.

Before Zheng Lao Ban appeared, Lin Ge didn't dare do this, because he trusted no one's diagnosis—not even his own.

Yet Zheng Lao Ban, with just a few words, had Director Lin ready to go all‑in; the gap was so large that even Professor Gu found it hard to believe.

"Then let's settle this matter and meet again another day." Gu De sighed, his enthusiasm not high, greeted once, then turned and left.

The gap between people really is large; as he walked, Professor Gu thought to himself.