Chapter 2162: 2087 Professor Zhao, let me look at the film again

2087 Professor Zhao, let me look at the film again.

He smoked a cigarette, Zheng Ren and Su Yun left.

When passing by the rescue room, Zheng Ren poked his head in and took a look; the patient's vital signs were stable, and the sedative had taken effect. There were no other diagnoses on the System Panel, so it should be fine.

Let's go to the Inpatient Department for a detailed examination and treatment; Zheng Ren no longer thinks about this patient.

Having made an appointment with Zhou Litao for this afternoon to go to Cui Lao's home, he directly returned to the ward.

In the office, that ponytail swung back and forth behind the computer as usual.

"Boss, Chang Yue definitely needs to rest a few days; I'll get one or two people over right away." Su Yun said, "Don't wear out that beast inside."

"What beast or not a beast." Zheng Ren frowned.

"To be frank, what's there to be unhappy about." Su Yun said, "Have you calculated Fugui'er's daily working hours?"

"Should be fourteen hours?"

"You know, I thought you didn't know." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"If you want to win the Nobel Prize, what else can we do?" Zheng Ren spread his hands.

Su Yun thought it over, recalled a few candidates, and prepared to transfer to the Headquarters to help write medical records.

Making rounds and handing over shifts, the busy and orderly work kicked off the day.

The work of most clinical doctors is extremely dull and boring, clinging to a few routine procedures, doing them over and over until old age.

Performing thousands of gallbladder removals and thyroidectomies over a lifetime is what successful Specialty doctors do.

As for the Intervention Department, doctors who perform thousands of liver cancer interventional embolization treatments and radiofrequency ablation are also quite common.

Seeing almost the same thing every day, having grown sick of looking at it, thus things like driving in the Operating Room are merely a kind of emotional self-regulation.

Otherwise, one would truly grow weary.

Zhao Wenhua also felt a bit weary, but he sought to divert his attention in other ways.

For example, how many Shou Bing procedures he performed this year, his Shou Bing volume ranking nationwide, whether he could obtain the title of Fellow of the American College of Surgeons, etc.

The Interventional Medicine Discipline belongs to an emerging Discipline, barely countable as surgical Shou Bing? At least in Zhao Wenhua's mind it is that. Fellowship of the American College of Surgeons is Zhao Wenhua's ultimate dream.

Recently he avoided provoking Zheng Lao Ban; when they met, he merely nodded and smiled, his days were rather moist, and life returned to its former rhythm.

No matter how prosperous Zheng Lao Ban's side becomes, it has nothing to do with me? That's not necessarily true.

Zhao Wenhua watched helplessly as Lin Ge, who had been a salted fish for over a decade, turned the tide against the wind, and he also felt some regret.

During the Earthquake Relief, Director Kong led others to the frontline for support, while he stayed behind to oversee daily work.

When Zheng Lao Ban just returned, it would have been great if I had responded with more kindness. Perhaps at this time, everything Lin Ge could obtain, I could also obtain.

In this world, there is no regret medicine.

Zhao Wenhua can only occasionally think about it. Now he dare not dream of hitching a ride on Zheng Lao Ban's tailwind, singing all the way.

He only thinks to avoid attracting Zheng Lao Ban's attention at all costs, especially that assistant Doctor Su, who is really damn sneaky.

Handing over shifts, making rounds, Zhao Wenhua's resident physicians led the patients to Shou Bing.

He wasn't in a hurry; today someone from his hometown came to look at the film.

After finishing rounds, the ward door opened, and the person from his hometown came in carrying the film.

Zhao Wenhua and he weren't familiar either, but since he is a professor in Di Du, it's only natural that people keep coming to him for medical consultation. He had long grown accustomed to it, and he also rather enjoyed the admiration and flattery from his hometown relatives.

"Professor Zhao, Greeting, I am a friend of Xiao Sanzi." The person from his hometown found Professor Zhao and said respectfully.

Xiao Sanzi is a distant relative of Zhao Wenhua; he himself doesn't even know how to address him.

This is a relation as distant as can be; Zhao Wenhua doesn't really care either. He took the film and placed it on the viewer.

Zhao Wenhua did not directly look at CT or Nuclear Magnetic Resonance, but first glanced at the ultrasound report.

Abdominal ultrasound confirmed a heterogeneous mass of 3.0-3.4 cm in liver segment VI, suggesting a high possibility of hepatocellular carcinoma. Lung CT reported old tuberculosis.

And the patient's alpha-fetoprotein level was normal.

Not all hepatocellular carcinoma cases have elevated alpha-fetoprotein; Zhao Wenhua glanced at the lab sheet and began to examine the film.

There is CT, there is contrast-enhanced Nuclear Magnetic Resonance; his words are still quite credible there, and Zhao Wenhua expressed satisfaction with that.

Nuclear Magnetic Resonance showed a heterogeneous low-to-isointense mass on T1-weighted images, and on T2-weighted images it appeared isointense to hyperintense.

Looking at the enhancement pattern, after contrast agent perfusion, the lesion showed centripetal enhancement, indicating blood supply.

A very typical image of hepatocellular carcinoma.

Zhao Wenhua looked at it for a dozen seconds, then took the film down, put it into a bag, and asked, "Where is the patient?"

"Professor Zhao, my mother is at home; it's inconvenient to bring her to Di Du, so I brought the film first for you to have a look."

"Send him over for Shou Bing." Zhao Wenhua said, "The diagnosis is quite clear."

The patient's family already knew the diagnosis was hepatocellular carcinoma; coming to Di Du was just to let Zhao Wenhua take a look, but actually the main purpose was to find him for Shou Bing.

Seeing Zhao Wenhua agree, he bowed deeply, still wanting to say something while holding the film bag.

"I have to go to Shou Bing." Zhao Wenhua felt this person was utterly clueless; after looking at the film he didn't leave, wanting to drag him into conversation.

Do you know how busy I am every day!

"Professor Zhao, I didn't see the film clearly; could I take another look?" Zheng Ren, sitting in his usual spot, suddenly said.

Zhao Wenhua's heart skipped a beat.

The last time with pulmonary isolation syndrome, Zhao Wenhua's memory was fresh.

Looking at films in the office is not uncommon either; Zheng Lao Ban, every day handing over shifts and making rounds, sits in his familiar spot holding the Fifth Edition of External Medicine for a while before going to Shou Bing.

But previously he never spoke, and the two were like strangers.

What's going on today?

Zhao Wenhua certainly doesn't believe such nonsense about not seeing clearly.

The film is a very standard, very typical liver cancer; if Zheng Lao Ban's level couldn't see that, then he'd have seen a ghost.

Could Zheng Lao Ban be planning to strike at me? Zhao Wenhua's first thought surfaced in his mind.

No!

He immediately dismissed that thought.

What means would Zheng Lao Ban use to deal with me? Even interventional surgery on fetal patients inside the palace can be done by others; this is a crushing superiority between levels, so I shouldn't always have a persecution complex.

But could I have been mistaken?

Impossible!

Zhao Wenhua frowned, slightly stunned for two seconds.

"Professor Zhao? Do you have an opinion?" Su Yun asked in a sarcastic tone.

Zhao Wenhua shivered.

Don't provoke this little ancestor; I wouldn't dare have an opinion, I'm just recalling whether the film might have a problem.

"No, no." Zhao Wenhua's face immediately broke into a smile as he said: "Usually I never get a chance to ask Zheng Lao Ban for a hand; today it's rare that Zheng Lao Ban is in the mood."

"Oh? You mean the Boss is not approachable, always giving you the cold shoulder?" Su Yun said coldly.