Chapter 2231: then translation of title

"Li Lao, what do you think?" After discussing another case, everyone had stated their opinions, and the patient's condition was basically confirmed. A director politely consulted Li Lao.

"……" Li Lao stared for a moment, realizing he had spaced out.

Really getting old; this wouldn't have happened when I was young.

"Li Lao, you're feeling unwell, right? Want to rest a bit?" several doctors said at once.

Back when Li Lao was head of the Department of Internal Medicine, he led the ward rounds for years. At that time, the junior doctors who reported conditions and scrambled up the knife mountain have all grown up, becoming team-leading professors or directors.

No matter whose chair they sit on now, their reverence for Li Lao remains the same.

Seeing Li Lao's rare hesitation, they thought he was unwell. Given his age, still attending the internal medicine ward rounds to exert his remaining energy is indeed somewhat strained.

Especially some extremely complex cases, which drain one's mental energy.

"It's fine." Li Lao waved his hand, "I just got lost in thought."

Several directors exchanged surprised glances, not knowing what had made Li Lao so absorbed.

"Here." Li Lao took out the A4 paper in his hand and said, "Let's do the ward round first, then you can look at this material after."

Everyone present was very curious—what strange case is this?

Li Lao took it out with great care, saying the material to review after the ward round must be some world‑class research achievement.

The subsequent ward round proceeded a bit quickly.

Originally the toughest and most doubtful cases would be brought up first; later cases were relatively milder. Moreover, everyone was a bit curious, so the language became more concise.

The ward round ended half an hour earlier than usual. A director rushed to Li Lao, picked up a stack of A4 paper, and began to read.

The more she read, the more astonished she became, her expression gradually freezing.

When the director of the Rheumatology and Immunology Department picked up the A4 paper, her shock grew stronger.

"Li Lao, this is……" she asked in surprise.

However, the Rheumatology and Immunology Department director quickly realized this must be a little joke Li Lao was playing on her.

Surely Li Lao had already judged the patient's condition earlier and then painstakingly written all this.

No, that's not right—there are too many teasing and sarcastic remarks, not Li Lao's usual style.

Could it have been written by someone else?

The Rheumatology and Immunology Department director took the paper from others' hands, looking at it sheet by sheet; the more she looked, the worse her complexion became.

The paper contains so many sharp, sarcastic remarks that they take up at least half of it.

A proper case discussion, proper speech—couldn't we just do that? Which professor came to cause trouble!

It's also impossible; they're all adults, and whoever could write this must be an industry bigwig, who wouldn't use such an obvious tone to provoke. This language is too childish.

When the Rheumatology and Immunology Department director saw the end, whether diagnosis or treatment matched her own thoughts exactly, she couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.

"Li Lao, this is a joke, right?" the Rheumatology and Immunology Department director asked, torn.

"No, this was given to me by the patient's family before I came to the ward round." Li Lao paid no mind to the "boring" remarks in the A4 paper, she said with a smile.

The patient's family……

If you have this ability, why come to the hospital for treatment? You could treat yourself at home.

The Rheumatology and Immunology Department director muttered to herself.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly recalled that the paper contained many guesses about the test data. It seemed the doctor who wrote it had not yet obtained some clinical test results when writing.

Lacking objective evidence, yet daring to spout nonsense? The Rheumatology and Immunology Department director was even more displeased; this is simply too unscientific.

In a hospital, we face patients, living individuals—how can we be so unsound?

Although it turned out that what "that person" said matched what I thought, the subtle differences could still be distinguished.

"Xiao Wang, call the patient's family to come over." Li Lao said.

"Okay, I'll call the on‑duty staff right away."

"Oh, he's a young man in his twenties, his left leg makes walking a bit inconvenient." Li Lao added Feng Xu Hui's appearance.

"Li Lao, what do you think?" a director asked after reading, feeling inexplicably astonished.

"Judging by the tone, it seems like a project team from some hospital in Di Du. Xiao Sun, does Rheumatology and Immunology have any new projects lately?" Li Lao asked the Rheumatology and Immunology Department director.

"Li Lao, lately the projects from other hospitals in Di Du aren't particularly special." The Rheumatology and Immunology Department director also felt puzzled.

"Boss," that word she saw clearly. Which Rheumatology and Immunology bigwig dares to come stir up trouble?

Who have I offended lately? Or is it just a coincidence?

A series of questions lingered in everyone's minds, unable to settle, yet no one had any answer.

The junior doctors were eager to rush back to work and revise orders, but more than half stayed behind to see how things would develop.

Although they hadn't seen what was written on the A4 paper, they had all guessed something.

More than ten minutes later, a limping young man appeared at the doorway. He looked cautious, careful, slightly humble.

This is the typical image of a patient's family, not greatly different from what everyone had guessed.

What kind of senior doctor could a young person like him know? And he clearly knows a very capable doctor—why not go directly there for treatment, but instead come to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital?

When the limping young man appeared before them, everyone's doubts grew, and countless thoughts arose.

"Young man, have a seat." Li Lao said calmly.

"Feng Xu Hui?" The Cardiology Department's Director Xu saw the limping figure, his heart skipped a beat, then after seeing the person clearly, he greeted him.

"Um, Director Xu, greetings, greetings." Feng Xu Hui bowed his waist and put on a professional smile.

"Oh? Director Xu, do you know this young man?" Li Lao asked curiously.

"Oh, he's the Manager of Longwind Micro‑creation, but not responsible for this side of the business." Director Xu said.

Li Lao looked at her, saying nothing.

Director Xu smiled, "That wasn't Zheng Lao Ban who did the intracardiac intervention surgery in room 912 a few days ago? I went over to observe, and saw him following along into the operating room."

Saying this, the Rheumatology and Immunology Department director suddenly recalled something, her head throbbed. Could it be that arrogant, domineering Zheng Lao Ban who, single‑handedly, went to Cardiothoracic Surgery for an intervention to pull out a bullet?!

No wonder some of the words on the A4 paper are so arrogant and overbearing.

Sure enough, just as the legend says, they simply don't follow the rules—truly arrogant!