Chapter 2279: 2202 Peaceful Late-Stage Cancer Patient (Alliance Leader - Stop Beating - Extra Chapter 3)

"The foreign object in the trachea actually had such a strong smell, it almost knocked a person out." Lao He also found it a bit unbelievable.

"The rotting gas is all inside the machine, wrapped up, undergoing a chain chemical reaction. If not opened, only a little leaks out, not a big problem. I guess Lin Yuan opened it out of curiosity and took a look." Zheng Ren estimated.

"You say, how could this girl be so curious, courting death herself?" Su Yun said disdainfully.

Zheng Ren thought of Lin Yuan, feeling a bit headache.

Does this count as an occupational injury?

He took out his phone, found Director Kong's number, and dialed.

"Director."

"I have something to report to you."

"Okay, I'll go to the office right away."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"You guess whether the director will scold you?" Su Yun said with a smile.

"No way." Zheng Ren wasn't worried at all; saying a couple of sentences won't kill anyone. Besides, who could have guessed today's events would be so absurd, baseless, and ridiculous… sigh.

I've heard before that gastrointestinal surgeries sometimes caused hydrogen sulfide poisoning among doctors and nurses, but that's rare, with a very low probability.

After calling Xie Yiren, Lin Yuan had already been sent back to the Intervention Department and was resting in the nurse duty room.

They said it was nothing, and Xie Yiren told Zheng Ren not to worry.

Not worried… sigh, Zheng Ren sighed again.

It's hard to manage the team.

I myself want to stay calm, but I still need to explain things to Director Kong.

After returning, I first glanced at Lin Yuan; Zheng Ren saw her system panel's red had begun to fade, knew she was fine, offered a few words of comfort, then went to Director Kong's office.

"Boss, all right?" Su Yun asked after leaving the duty room.

"All good." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"You've made a fuss over this; you really need to be stricter from now on." Su Yun nagged, "Everyone's gotten so used to it, no organization, no discipline."

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and thought he was the most improper of all.

Not even doing a TIPS surgery—just too much.

Arriving at Director Kong's office door, Zheng Ren knocked lightly.

"Please come in." Director Kong's voice came through.

Zheng Ren pushed the door open and saw a late-stage tumor patient sitting in a chair beside Director Kong's desk, saying something.

The patient's system panel showed alarming red, with many diagnoses: primary liver cancer, intrahepatic metastatic cancer, lung metastatic cancer, portal vein thrombosis, and bone metastatic cancer, etc.

Zheng Ren didn't finish reading the diagnoses, simply estimating at least seven or eight metastases with a large amount of ascites.

The patient was thin but had a big belly; however, his mental state was good, chatting with Director Kong, wearing a smile that came from the heart.

It's somewhat strange; even if one is optimistic and resigned to fate, one wouldn't have such a peaceful smile.

Moreover, he's already in the late stage of cancer—really doesn't have many days left.

Zheng Ren even dared not affirm how long he could live; with late-stage liver cancer, one could go to the bathroom, stand up, and die instantly.

Perhaps this patient could die in Director Kong's office the next second—who knows.

"Director Kong, you're busy, so I won't disturb you." The man rose from the chair with some effort.

But his whole demeanor was gentle and composed, composed like a healthy person, as if he didn't know he had a fatal illness.

"Okay, let's leave it at that." Director Kong personally took down the films hanging on the viewer and placed them one by one into film sleeves.

Zheng Ren glanced and knew the patient had reached the terminal stage, with no need for further treatment.

In other words, it's the time when the doctor says, "Eat whatever you want," and you do.

"Take care of your health at home…" Director Kong said habitually, then paused and gave a bitter smile.

"Thank you, Director Kong." The man was quite polite, and as he left he still forced a bow to express thanks.

Just as he bent his waist, the pressure rose slightly, the ascites pressed against the diaphragm, causing breathing difficulty.

"Don't be so polite." Director Kong, not knowing what else to say, could only see him to the door and wave goodbye.

Director Kong kept watching his back disappear before returning to the office.

"Director, who was that? Why are you being so polite?" Su Yun asked with a chuckle.

"He's a patient who came for a checkup last year." Director Kong sighed slightly and said.

"Oh?" Su Yun chuckled, "Did the surgery go wrong?"

Usually only when surgery fails and one reaches the point of being helpless does one act like Director Kong.

"If only surgery had helped." Director Kong walked into the office with his hands behind his back, saying, "Have a seat."

"What's going on?" Seeing Director Kong low-spirited, Su Yun hurriedly asked.

"He came for a checkup last year, had no family, only himself." Director Kong said, "Back then you all hadn't arrived yet."

That was a bit long-winded, but Zheng Ren and Su Yun stayed silent, listening to Director Kong recount a past event. This matter was clearly not a happy one.

"The patient's diagnosis was clear: primary liver cancer. At the time it was only mid-stage, and with interventional surgery there was a 60% chance of surviving five years or more."

"Back then I didn't think much of it, I issued an admission slip for the patient. But he didn't go to the hospital; three days later he came straight to the ward to find me."

"He asked me, 'Can this disease hold out for another year? Just one year is enough.'" Director Kong said in a low voice.

Zheng Ren remained silent.

Liver cancer, once detected, is usually already mid- to late-stage. Survival time is only 3–6 months; ordinary people, upon discovery, definitely need to be hospitalized for treatment right away.

No matter what, one would set it aside. Nothing is more important than life, especially one's own.

Discovering liver cancer and not coming to the hospital… Zheng Ren has encountered this before; it's usually people who can't afford medical care.

That middle-aged man just now, although his ascites was heavy—like being ten months pregnant—his attire, calm and gentle demeanor, and perceptive gaze made him seem nothing like someone who couldn't afford a few interventional surgeries.

The same doubt also appeared in Su Yun's heart.

Director Kong sighed lightly and said: "When liver cancer was discovered, he was a bit dazed. After going home and thinking carefully for two days, he felt that the possibility of him living more than three years was not great, and he wanted to leave something for his wife and children."

"……"

"His time is running short; it cannot be all spent on doing Shou Bing."

Zheng Ren shook his head.

"Those in business, there are still some outstanding debts outside that cannot be recovered. If he were well, he would probably collect them normally; even if he had to wait three or five years, it wouldn't be a problem. But since he discovered liver cancer, he Worry that if he dies, his wife and children will have no money and will have to endure hard days."

"So he gave up treatment at that time, began traveling across the country to pursue the debts."

"Has he collected them now?"

"Hmm, but the person is also no longer okay." Director Kong said.

"……"

"……"

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