Chapter 2616: 2517.2423 Came in a hurry, went in a hurry

2517.2423 Came in a hurry, went in a hurry.

"Oh, it's about the diagnosis." Zheng Ren said, "It's obviously lung cancer or stomach cancer—how could you not see that?"

Su Yun was speechless.

Su Yun didn't understand; this was a bit of a map cannon, the boss unleashed his ultimate move—King's contempt—knocking everyone in front over with a single pole.

Was the boss trying to lure him in by feigning indifference, or something else? Su Yun indicated he couldn't figure it out.

"Zheng..." Doctor Lavesen, hearing the simultaneous translation of Zheng Ren's words, felt both ashamed and angry. This was an outright insult to those in biological research—arrogant, utterly arrogant!

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

Faced with Sir Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian of the Bruhl Family, he dared not question Zheng Ren's words. Even with all that contempt, before Sir Ke Li it was merely a gentle gaze—truly insignificant.

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

"Doctor Lavesen's palm has begun showing a tripe-like change, a quite obvious clinical symptom," Zheng Ren said calmly.

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

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

Such a surface change wouldn't be found in textbooks.

Doctor Lavesen stared blankly at his own fingers and palm, wrinkled and crumpled—indeed a recent development.

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

When wrinkles crawl onto everyone's lips, face, and every part of the body, it means youthful vigor has faded and energy has drifted away.

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

How could this be a sign of illness?

"Doctor Lavesen's hand has a velvet-like appearance and wrinkles; I think it's because you're unfamiliar with clinical symptom changes that you haven't given them enough attention. Doctor, clinical work is very important."

「Doctor Lavesen's hands have a velvet-like appearance, also have wrinkles, I think it's probably because I'm not familiar with changes in clinical symptoms, so I didn't give enough attention. Doctor, clinical work is very important. 」

"I can't take it!" Doctor Lavesen thought. This remark clearly disparages the Nobel Prize for neglecting clinical work, giving everything to bioengineering and future trends.

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

"But Doctor Lavesen's presentation isn't like normal aging; the wrinkles have a clear demarcation—this is what clinicians call a tripe-like change."

Su Yun smirked, vaguely recalling having seen a tripe-like change in a top‑tier journal, but to claim it's common in clinical practice would be going too far.

However, seeing Doctor Lavesen's increasingly gloomy expression, Su Yun felt inwardly delighted.

Earlier, the 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 in front of them.

Only after returning from the mission did the boss, relying on a diagnosis of lead poisoning, turn the tide against the wind, letting everything fall into place and develop for the better.

"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's called a sign."

「Generally speaking, if the palm shows a tripe-like change, it can be considered as lung cancer or stomach cancer. Because of the invasion of cancer cells, the body's exterior shows changes, which is what is called a sign. 」

The whole venue fell silent.

Everyone except Su Yun works in teaching or bioengineering; they could understand Zheng Ren's words, yet still didn't grasp them.

Judging cancer based solely on a surface change?

That's a bit of a joke, isn't it?

"Hurry up and get a chest CT and an abdominal CT; send the films over when done." After Zheng Ren briefly explained, he gave a calm summary.

His tone was certain, leaving no room for doubt.

After speaking, Zheng Ren looked up at President Zhang—the only person in the group whose face had a slightly lighter mosaic.

"Oh, okay." President Zhang replied in a dazed tone.

Zheng Ren chuckled, patted Doctor Lavesen's shoulder, and said, "It's only been 88 days since your last checkup—shouldn't be a big problem. Hurry up and get examined; if the surgery is difficult, you can come find me."

After saying that, he forced the wheelchair's direction to change and handed it over to the person beside Doctor Lavesen.

The group, somewhat bewildered, had come in a rush, learned a piece of earth‑shattering news, and now had to leave in a rush—this truly is 'coming in haste, going in haste'.

Under Doctor Lavesen's gesture, they left in a flustered manner.

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

Along the way, watching the silent Doctor Lavesen, President Zhang repeatedly pondered the possibility of what the boss had said.

Being able to go head‑to‑head with the Nobel Prize review committee chair, the boss truly lives up to his youthful vigor. It's not the key point; the key is that he can still win!

President Zhang is far from the Nobel Prize, unaware of its details. But as a Nobel Prize nominee, he either must personally visit the Nobel reviewers to explain his project's details and gain their approval, or have recommenders lobby everywhere.

Each year each award has over a thousand nominees, every project extremely specialized and high‑end; the reviewers cannot possibly examine them all in depth.

This is still natural science; if it were a more subjective literary award, there'd be no need to mention it. As for the joke‑like peace prize… well, never mind.

This is still natural science; if it were replaced by a more subjective literary award, there's no need to say more. As for the joke-like Peace Prize…… better not to say.

Not visiting the reviewers, but rather the review committee chair himself coming to the door—after all this was reversed, President Zhang felt a sense of surreal unreality.

It looks like all his work was for nothing; the boss simply doesn't need it.

Earlier, the medical circles in Di Du said the boss had a bad temper, and someone, someone, someone got hit by a hemostatic forceps; although President Zhang just laughed, he unconsciously formed an impression of the boss as overbearing and arrogant.

Now it's clear the boss truly has the capability to be overbearing.

The Nobel Prize review committee chair, Doctor Lavesen, paid a visit, only to be scolded by the boss without leaving a trace—as if saying he should die early and be reborn early.

President Zhang had already twisted this matter to an unbelievable degree.

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

The CT machine scanned from chest to pelvis, as the boss had said.

A crowd piled into the operating room, each with their own thoughts; hardly anyone believed Doctor Lavesen really had a tumor, thinking instead that the boss was just shouting at him.

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

(Line 60 appears to be missing in the provided source; no translation needed.)

The space‑occupying lesion in the right lower lung was starkly visible, so conspicuous, so flamboyant!

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