Chapter 2412: with translation of chapter title

Well…

"Let's go take a look together, Young Zheng Lao Ban… right, have you been to Xinglin Yuan?" Bureau Chief Zhao asked.

Wu Yuanzhang shook his head, looking bewildered.

The psychiatric hospital had no exposure to this matter; besides, having switched from a clinical post to a management post, although he knew of the Xinglin Yuan website, he had never visited it.

"Even I've heard of it." Bureau Chief Zhao's tone was slightly stiff, "When eating, occasionally I hear doctors mention that they not only do interventional surgery, but other surgical procedures as well."

Speaking, his tone sank a bit as he emphasized, "Performing Shou Bing, and it's live-streamed Shou Bing!"

Although they said they would go take a look, Bureau Chief Zhao didn't stand up, as if waiting for something.

After two Minute, the fax machine rang. A sheet of paper was ejected; Bureau Chief Zhao then stood up, took the paper, and quietly looked at it.

Wu Yuanzhang felt increasingly that something was off, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong.

Soon, Bureau Chief Zhao swished the paper over to him, saying in a low voice, "You must accept whatever Zheng Lao Ban says; don't talk back."

"…"

Wu Yuanzhang froze for a moment, took the paper, and looked at Zheng Ren's introduction above and a Rank below.

Di Du 912 Intervention Department professor, chief physician. So young and already a chief physician—impressive! Wu Yuanzhang continued reading.

United States Massachusetts General Hospital lifetime professor…

When he saw the second line, Wu Yuanzhang felt as if a thunderbolt struck his head.

United States… Massachusetts General Hospital, one of the top five hospitals worldwide; he still had some understanding of that. What is a lifetime professor? Although Wu Yuanzhang never expected to become one in a lifetime, let alone ten lifetimes, he still understood its meaning.

Further down, there wasn't much meaning, but those rows of titles that Lin Ge had helped Zheng Ren put together—titles even Zheng Lao Ban himself wasn't clear about—were indeed striking.

"Let's go." Bureau Chief Zhao said softly, "Let's go take a look together."

He also knew he had made a mistake; this was a great deity, not something that could be settled with a brief encounter.

It's also because no one knew beforehand; who would have thought that drawing lots could summon such a great deity?

Having taken the film, they came to the consultation room; Zheng Ren was leaning back, arms crossed, chin resting on his hands, looking at the medical records. Beside him was another person, with black hair gently swaying over the forehead.

Combined with the countless titles on that paper, Wu Yuanzhang sighed inwardly—indeed, he was so young!

"Zheng Lao Ban, you see I'm busy on that side, I've been neglectful; please don't mind." Bureau Chief Zhao said with a smile.

Zheng Ren frowned, lifted his head to glance at Wu Yuanzhang, nodded slightly, then his gaze fell on the film Wu Yuanzhang was holding.

"It's fine; let's first look at the film."

Having said that, he stood up, took the film from Wu Yuanzhang's hand, went to the side's film viewer, and inserted the film.

With a crisp "click," Wu Yuanzhang felt his heart being tapped.

Zheng Ren glanced at the film and said softly, "The situation should be quite clear."

"Hmm." Su Yun replied, "The child won't be delayed, will they?"

"Looking now, there should still be hope. Six months isn't too long. Moreover, judging from the Nuclear Magnetic Resonance film, the image shows only deposition, not a tumor. The tumor markers on the lab report aren't high either; likely, symptomatic treatment for a period will suffice." Zheng Ren said.

Listening to the two's simple yet vague conversation, which showed considerable rapport, Wu Yuanzhang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

So quickly, they've already judged it to be our hospital's problem?!

This isn't a joke, is it?

But he remembered Bureau Chief Zhao's words: say what you're told, and absolutely don't talk back.

He felt stifled inside—this wasn't just putting a chamber pot on our hospital's head, was it? Wu Yuanzhang thought resentfully. But he kept Bureau Chief Zhao's words in mind, swallowing all his grievances.

Obstacles piled up; he really wanted to have a big drink.

"The diagnosis is fairly clear; let's take a look at the patient first." Zheng Ren then took the film from the film viewer, and while bagging it, said:

The film viewer's light suddenly blazed, making Wu Yuanzhang unable to open his eyes.

"Zheng Lao Ban, how did you make the diagnosis?" Wu Yuanzhang asked, squinting his eyes and speaking softly.

"From the initial diagnosis to the later treatment, everything was wrong, delaying the condition and causing the child's condition to worsen. However, judging by the situation, there should still be room for salvation; let's first look at the patient." Zheng Ren's emotions were clearly low, his tone somewhat subdued.

"Uh…" Wu Yuanzhang froze for a moment, then instinctively stepped in front of Zheng Ren.

He then realized that doing so seemed provocative, and quickly smiled, asking, "Zheng Lao Ban, your diagnosis is…"

"It's a fairly typical hepatic lenticular nucleus degeneration, with half a year's treatment delayed and oral psychiatric medication taken…" Zheng Ren looked at Wu Yuanzhang with a somewhat stern gaze, "Your hospital's medical level still needs improvement."

"…"

"The imaging findings are already quite clear; can't you see them?" Su Yun looked at Wu Yuanzhang, her tone dripping with contempt that couldn't be dissolved, "Even if the initial diagnosis couldn't be made, that's forgivable, but you didn't even do a single related test?"

Wu Yuanzhang's mouth felt dry, the air he inhaled like a small knife, slicing the oral mucosa, causing a raw pain.

If a psychiatric hospital patient with mania came in and they ordered a bunch of tests, various complaints would likely bury them within a month.

One cannot perform excessive tests; this is a rigid regulation, a public outcry, and there's nothing one can do about it.

Wu Yuanzhang first gave himself an internal defense, but he didn't dare voice it. When faced with such a situation, what should one do? Just consider oneself unlucky; what else can be done?

"The last CT showed bilateral symmetrical low-density lesions in the lenticular nuclei." Zheng Ren stared into Wu Yuanzhang's eyes and said softly, "MRI has higher specificity than CT, showing low signal in the lenticular nuclei, caudate nuclei, midbrain, pons, thalamus, cerebellum, and frontal cortex on T1-weighted images, and high signal on T2-weighted images, with widened cerebral sulci and enlarged ventricles."

"Combined with the liver ultrasound performed during hospitalization at the city hospital, which showed cirrhosis with portal hypertension, the patient is clearly suffering from hepatic lenticular nucleus degeneration. Wu Yuanzhang… the patient isn't hospitalized in your hospital, is he?" Zheng Ren asked.

Wu Yuanzhang shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

"Bureau Chief Zhao, have the attending physician order a serum ceruloplasmin test to see the situation." Su Yun knew her boss definitely wouldn't remember the head of the neighboring health bureau, so she took over the conversation.

"Isn't it mania with a brain tumor?"

"It's not mania." Zheng Ren said, somewhat angrily, "You keep attributing every illness to psychiatric disorders; don't you do differential diagnosis?"

"We…"

"Slap~" Su Yun threw the medical record at him, it hit Wu Yuanzhang's chest, "Look closely at the case, hurry up with copper-chelation therapy; the child might still be saved."