Chapter 2471: 2384 Boss Zheng Doesn't Understand

"Boss, find time to go out and play." Su Yun lay lazily on the sofa in the operating room, speaking weakly.

Zheng Ren focused on performing surgery, each day checking the completion progress of Fame Under Heaven's fourth stage, nothing more. Although life was repetitive and somewhat boring to others, for Zheng Ren, as long as he could see Xie Yiren, life had meaning.

"When will the next batch of training doctors arrive for the Lan Ke department?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow!" Su Yun said impatiently.

"Oh, then let's wait two more days before going out to play." Zheng Ren said, "First take care of proper business."

"A person lives one lifetime, plants one autumn. Besides eating, drinking, playing, what is proper business?" Su Yun asked with a look of disdain.

"When will Bu Ruotian arrive?" Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's request to go out and play, changing the topic as if he felt nothing.

"Today." Su Yun said weakly.

"Oh, he can't open his eyes; you say, could it be myasthenia gravis?" Zheng Ren asked while cutting the film, the mouse clicking in his hand as if providing accompaniment.

"Probably not." Su Yun said, "Myasthenia gravis rarely starts with the eyelids; as for severe myasthenia gravis, it's already severe, respiratory muscles are equally affected. Without breathing difficulty, we don't consider it."

"Just mentioning a possibility." Zheng Ren had certainly thought of this too; he said, "The possibility of ALS also exists."

"Ocular myasthenia is milder in the morning and worse at night; I casually asked, and he was worst in the morning." Su Yun directly cut off all of Zheng Ren's thoughts.

"Then let's discuss it when we meet." Zheng Ren didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder; he just wanted to divert the topic Su Yun brought up.

It was already the end of July; the time to complete the fourth stage of Fame Under Heaven was drawing nearer, as was the time for the Nobel Prize notification call.

As for going out to play, Zheng Ren knew Su Yun was just saying it casually; if she really wanted to go out, she would have booked it directly, never asking for his opinion.

Now asking himself whether to go out to play, Zheng Ren judged that Su Yun was somewhat tense and anxious about the impending Nobel Prize. Although she didn't say it, one could still tell a little.

After cutting the film and uploading it, Zheng Ren and Su Yun went to change clothes and return to the department.

Returning to the Intervention Department, Gao Shaojie, Lin Yuan, Gu Xiao Ran, and other resident physicians were waiting for Zheng Ren to come back and explain the film.

This had become a habit since Gao Shaojie arrived: after surgery each day, Zheng Ren would cut the film and then explain to everyone the shortcomings in the surgical procedure.

Lao Gao's surgery was fine, but many problems were shared by all; explaining them clearly, everyone's surgical skills improved quickly.

Everyone gradually became accustomed to this lecture format.

Previously, some people would go listen to Su Yun give lectures to foreign experts and doctors. But after the navigation system printed 3D models, surgical practice moved to the community hospital; listening to Su Yun's lectures was less practical than having Zheng Lao Ban perform a surgery using the 3D model.

The Medical Team's progress was genuine, but it was all funded by money.

The intra‑operative navigation system and reconstructed 3D models obtained by Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian were estimated to cost a great deal, but he asked for no money.

Zheng Ren knew this was a favor he had to repay using the True Eye.

But he didn't think about repaying it now; the affairs of the Bruhl Family were never urgent. They had been like this for thousands of years—why rush now?

As for Lao Luoqie's friendship… Zheng Ren thought it was fine to leave it at that; Lao Luoqie was old and crafty. Understanding this sentence literally is enough—taking it too seriously is not good.

"Xiao Ran's progress is great." Zheng Ren pointed at Gu Xiao Ran's surgical silhouette and said, "But here, your hand shape still needs to be a bit gentler, too…"

As he spoke, someone knocked on the door.

"Zheng Lao Ban." Bu Ruotian appeared at the doorway, wearing a Chinese‑style cross‑collared outer garment, his complexion sallow, smiling but somewhat stiff.

"Mr. Bu, please come in." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Then let's get to work." Gao Shaojie whispered beside Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren nodded.

Bu Ruotian saw that Zheng Ren had shed the immaturity of half a year ago, secretly marveling at how swiftly life passes, and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, time really is a wild donkey; you young talents have risen to prominence so quickly."

Zheng Ren smiled and didn't respond, instead speaking softly: "Mr. Bu, what's been uncomfortable lately?"

"Zheng Lao Ban, I wake up in the morning unable to open my eyes. It's almost laughable—I can't open them, but if I pry my eyelids open with my hand, I'm fine. During the day I don't feel anything unusual; it's just like usual."

Su Yun had just said this; Zheng Ren nodded.

What he had previously considered was similar to what Bu Ruotian said. His system panel clearly displayed Meige syndrome, making the diagnosis fairly clear.

Meige syndrome is a relatively rare neurological disorder clinically, a type of segmental dystrophy, also called idiopathic blepharospasm‑oromandibular dystonia syndrome.

It mainly causes various forms of muscular tension disorders in the eyelids, facial muscles, lower jaw, and neck muscles, commonly seen in middle‑aged and elderly people.

"What medication have you been taking lately?" Zheng Ren then asked.

Bu Ruotian looked at Zheng Ren and gently shook his head.

"Have you had a head nuclear magnetic resonance scan?" Su Yun asked from the side.

"The examination done at East Tumor twenty‑three days ago showed nothing." Bu Ruotian said.

Afterwards, a middle‑aged person carried the film over to Zheng Ren and handed it to him with both hands.

"Let's take a quick look first," Zheng Ren said, picking up the film and placing it on the viewer.

The surgery performed with the System Peak Experience still showed good results; the follow‑up revealed no signs of tumor tissue metastasis. Moreover, the cranial nuclear magnetic resonance showed no abnormalities, only a few ischemic foci, not even mild cerebral atrophy.

"That shouldn't be," Zheng Ren muttered, gripping his shoulders and staring fixedly at the film.

"Mr. Bu, what has your recent life been like?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Quite ordinary—aside from seeing patients, it's just watching TV at home and doing some meditation." Bu Ruotian sighed, "Bu Li is a girl; my son, you know, is good‑for‑nothing. With this body of mine, I can't even prop myself up."

After saying that, he sighed again.

Zheng Ren began to ponder Bu Ruotian's condition, starting from postoperative diet and medication, all the way to what examinations were done at each follow‑up, even asking what contrast agent was used.

An ordinary person would surely not be able to answer Zheng Ren's questions, but Bu Ruotian's secretary was very capable, answering Zheng Ren's inquiries clearly without needing to look at references. However, the secretary only provided information concerning tumor follow‑up and treatment; regarding the cause of Meige syndrome, Zheng Ren ultimately could not get to the bottom of it.

"How strange, that shouldn't be"—Zheng Ren, who had been able to trace conditions backward since obtaining the system, was stumped for the first time.