Chapter 2512: with translation of chapter title

2423 Came in a hurry, left in a hurry.

"Oh, it's about the diagnosis." Zheng Ren said, "It's quite obvious lung cancer or stomach cancer, you didn't notice?"

Su Yun was speechless.

"It's not your fault; those in biomedicine and those in clinical work deal with different fields." Zheng Ren seemed to realize something, smiling as he said.

Su Yun was puzzled; this was a bit of a sweeping statement, the boss unleashed his big move—royal contempt—directly knocking down everyone present with a single blow.

"Is the boss playing hard to get, or is it something else?" Su Yun expressed that he couldn't figure it out.

"Zheng..." Doctor Lavesen, hearing the simultaneous translation of Zheng Ren's words, felt somewhat ashamed and angry. This is an undisguised insult to those doing biological research, arrogant, simply too arrogant!

But he only uttered a meaningless sound, then fell silent.

Facing Lord Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian of the Bruhl Family, he dared not question Zheng Ren's words. Even with his abundant contempt, in Lord Ke Li's presence it was merely a gentle gaze, utterly unimportant.

"Here." Zheng Ren grabbed Doctor Lavesen's wrist and raised his hand.

"Doctor Lavesen's palm has begun to show a tripe-like change, which is quite an obvious clinical symptom." Zheng Ren said calmly.

He spoke in Chinese, and the simultaneous interpreter unconsciously translated his words into English.

Tripe-like change?

Such a superficial change is not found in textbooks.

Doctor Lavesen stared blankly at his own fingers and palm, wrinkled and creased; indeed, this had only recently appeared.

He had always thought it was due to aging; people do get older, after all.

When wrinkles creep onto everyone's mouth corners, face, and every part of the body, it signifies that youthful vigor has faded and abundant energy has departed.

This is a natural, objective law that no one can change.

How did this become a sign of illness?

"Doctor Lavesen's hands have a velvety appearance and also wrinkles; I think you haven't given enough attention to these clinical changes because you're unfamiliar with them. Doctor, clinical work is very important." Zheng Ren said earnestly.

Zheng Ren said earnestly.

"I can bear it!" Doctor Lavesen thought. This remark clearly disparages the Nobel Prize for neglecting clinical work, giving everything to bioengineering and future development trends.

"But is that wrong?" Doctor Lavesen felt annoyed and ashamed.

"But Doctor Lavesen's presentation differs from normal aging; the wrinkles have a clear demarcation, which is what clinicians commonly call a tripe-like change."

Su Yun curled his lips; he vaguely recalled seeing tripe-like changes in a top-tier journal, but to claim it's a common clinical finding is excessive.

However, seeing Doctor Lavesen's increasingly gloomy expression, Su Yun felt secretly pleased.

Previously, our boss had no interest in the Nobel Prize, delegating everything to him; Su Yun knew how much resistance the Nobel project faced.

And that resistance basically came from Doctor Lavesen right before us.

Only after returning from the mission did our boss, relying on a single diagnosis of lead poisoning, turn the tide against the wind, after which everything proceeded smoothly toward a better direction.

"Generally speaking, if the palm shows a tripe-like change, one can suspect lung or stomach cancer, because cancer cell invasion alters the body's exterior—this is what is called a sign."

"..."

The entire venue fell silent.

Besides Su Yun, everyone present was engaged in teaching or bioengineering; they could understand Zheng Ren's words, yet still didn't grasp them.

To diagnose cancer based solely on a superficial change?

This is a bit of a joke, isn't it?

"Hurry up and get a lung CT, also a full abdominal CT; after it's done, send the images for me to take a look." Zheng Ren finished his brief explanation and then gave a light summary.

His tone was very certain, leaving no room for doubt.

After saying that, Zheng Ren looked up at Principal Zhang. He was the only one in the group whose face had a slightly lighter mosaic.

"Oh, okay." Principal Zhang responded in a daze.

Zheng Ren smiled, patted Doctor Lavesen on the shoulder, and said: "It's only been 88 days since your last checkup; there shouldn't be a big problem. Hurry up and get the examination; if the surgery turns out to be difficult, you can come find me."

After saying that, he forcefully turned the wheelchair a bit and handed it to the person beside Doctor Lavesen.

The group was somewhat bewildered, having come in a hurry, only to learn a piece of earth-shattering news, and then they had to leave in a hurry. Thus, they came in haste and left in haste.

Under Doctor Lavesen's indication, they left in some haste.

Principal Zhang immediately arranged the examination matters, contacted the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, and drove over.

Along the way, looking at the silent Doctor Lavesen, Principal Zhang kept pondering the possibility of what Zheng Lao Ban said.

Being able to go head-to-head with the Nobel Prize review committee chair, Zheng Lao Ban indeed lives up to his youthful vigor. That's not the key point; the key is that he can still win!

Principal Zhang is far from the Nobel Prize, and he doesn't know the details. But as a Nobel Prize Nominee, one either personally visits the Nobel Prize reviewers to explain the details of one's project and gain their approval, or has recommenders travel around lobbying.

Each award has thousands of nominees each year, and every project is extremely specialized and high-end. The reviewers cannot possibly examine every one in depth, conducting thorough research and comparison.

This is still natural science; if it were a more subjective literature award, there would be no need to say more. As for the laughable peace prize… better not mention it.

But Zheng Lao Ban is really mighty!

Not visiting the reviewers, but instead the review committee chair personally came to the door; after all this was reversed, Principal Zhang felt a sense of unreality.

It looks like my work was for nothing; Zheng Lao Ban doesn't need it at all.

Before, the medical community in Di Du said Zheng Lao Ban had a bad temper, and someone, someone, someone got hit by Hemostatic Forceps; although Principal Zhang just laughed at those words, deep down he also unconsciously formed an impression of Zheng Lao Ban as overbearing and arrogant.

Now looking at it, Zheng Lao Ban truly does have the capability to be overbearing.

The review committee chair Doctor Lavesen paid a visit, and was given a scolding by Zheng Lao Ban that left no trace, seemingly saying he should die early and be reborn early?

Principal Zhang has already misinterpreted this matter to an unbelievable degree.

Arriving at the Capital Medical University Affiliated Hospital, a green channel was arranged, and Doctor Lavesen was sent for examination.

The CT machine scanned from the chest to the pelvis, as Zheng Lao Ban had said.

A crowd piled into the operating room, each with their own thoughts. Almost no one believed Doctor Lavesen truly had a tumor; they thought Zheng Lao Ban was just scolding him to his face.

But they didn't wait long; soon the lung CT image appeared on the screen.

The right lower lung's space‑occupying lesion was starkly visible—so conspicuous, so ostentatious!

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