Chapter 2617

2518.2424 The Little Flower About to Wither (Alliance Leader Senri_akane bonus 5)

When Doctor Lavesen walked out of the CT room, he saw everyone's grim faces.

He realized something and immediately asked, "What happened? Is there really a tumor?"

"Doctor, in your CT image, one can see…" an assistant of Doctor Lavesen explained haltingly, speaking slowly, organizing his words as he spoke.

"The film, I want to see the film! I want the most authoritative diagnostic analysis!" Doctor Lavesen had already seen his future, and he involuntarily shouted loudly.

Like a traveler walking in the dark using his voice to bolster his courage, Doctor Lavesen panicked at that moment.

But when the film appeared before Doctor Lavesen, this person who didn't understand medicine at once saw the shadow of a space-occupying lesion about 3 cm in size in the right lower lung.

Malignant tumor! A tumor that didn't exist 88 days ago!! Zheng's words were actually correct!!!

Doctor Lavesen felt his head a bit dizzy; what was originally a 'vicious' curse had become reality!

And Director Zhang and his entourage had not yet emerged from the negative emotions of astonishment, shock, panic, and incomprehension.

Doctor Lavesen immediately demanded to return home, feeling he was cursed rather than ill.

Coming to the capital gave him lung cancer; if he didn't leave quickly, delaying two days might make it advanced lung cancer, with nothing much that can be done to treat it.

By then, it would be too late to regret.

At this moment, Doctor Lavesen had already fallen into extreme regret and could not extricate himself.

Had I known Doctor Zheng was someone who could… with Master Ke Li… no, that's just one of them. He is the person who can treat the witch Ma Li Si's illness; how could I dare offend him!

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Zheng Ren had not received the imaging data, and he was not in a hurry. Doctor Lavesen's illness should not be treated in the capital.

After chatting with Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian, the sky had already turned dark.

Taking advantage of the lack of sunlight, they sent Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian away; Ma Li Si stayed in the capital, waiting for Zheng Ren's treatment.

Actually, Zheng Ren felt the entire 3D scan and image reconstruction were already perfect; whoever performed the surgery would do, but it required meticulous, slow work.

But both Thus term: Thus term: Kelisidian and Ma Li Si refused this; as Ma Li Si said, Zheng Ren possesses a pair of hands that have been kissed by Heaven, and letting someone else do it is not acceptable.

Then so be it; Zheng Ren also had no choice but to accept this "big job".

A few days later, Zheng Ren performed the first surgery on Ma Li Si; the trauma was not large, transplanting 302 grams of fat.

This is the first step of a surgical process as lengthy as moving mountains to fill the sea.

Through postoperative observation, Zheng Ren refined and fine-tuned the surgical method, feeling his way forward step by step.

Regarding Ma Li Si's surgery, Zheng Ren dared not be careless in the slightest; this had nothing to do with her being a legendary witch.

Because this surgery needs to be performed many times, if each surgery's completion rate were 95%, Zheng Ren worried that the cumulative completion rate would drop to an appalling level.

But looking at her postoperative recovery, which was quite good, and with no complications arising, everything was progressing toward the better.

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Days remained the same, except that as work hours at 912 lengthened, the surgery broadcast time lengthened, and Zheng Ren's surgical volume grew ever larger.

Recently, Zheng Ren has hardly had any free time to stroll around the Emergency Department.

Not to mention the Emergency Department; even the leisurely habit of sitting by the window in the afternoon, basking in the sun while holding the Fifth Edition of External Medicine to read in the System Library, has become rare.

Morning TIPS surgery, afternoon live broadcast of external surgery; although busy and mundane, Zheng Ren did not feel anything in particular.

The newly opened energy value never dropped below 1000 points, and Zheng Ren felt deeply satisfied with his constant vigor.

That day, there was only one surgery in the afternoon; after finishing, Zheng Ren sat in his usual seat, feeling a sense of emptiness inside.

Perhaps it's because he's been doing too many surgeries lately and has had no time for cultural pursuits; Zheng Ren thought so. Once switching from a busy state to an idle one, he really felt a bit unaccustomed.

It seems he hasn't read novels for a long time; Zheng Ren sat quietly in the sunlight, and such a thought suddenly arose in his mind.

Indeed, it's been a long while; the last time he read novels seemed to be when he was the Inpatient Chief in Hai Cheng.

After that, he carried out missions, went to 912 for earthquake relief, and upon returning, he strove all the way for TIPS surgery and the Nobel Prize.

A hobby, almost the only hobby, just got abandoned like that? (Note 1)

Zheng Ren smiled, took out his phone, and opened the novel-reading app.

He still remembered that back then he followed over a dozen books, raising them for a little over a year, and didn't know how many were still alive.

Sure enough, more than half of those dozen books had been killed off by Zheng Ren's care, which is rather regrettable.

He opened a novel he once liked, but which left an angry single chapter as its ending, and he read it with full regret.

Between the lines, Zheng Ren could sense the author's resentment; grievances piled up in his heart, evoking feeling.

What a pity, Zheng Ren thought.

As he read on, his heart stirred; what had become of that little boy?

Long ago, when he had just arrived at 912, he encountered a little boy with end-stage tumor. The boy mischievously played games while his mother and Director Qi were talking, and had Zheng Ren watch over him.

Afterward, for a period of time, his QQ status updates seemed to mention his illness constantly improving.

Zheng Ren was somewhat doubtful; he thought of a certain possibility.

Although the hospital had seen many life-and-death partings, and people gradually became calm, yet faced with this quirky little boy, Zheng Ren could not bear to watch him wither so early.

So, not knowing from when, Zheng Ren had stopped logging into Q and no longer looked at the boy's status updates.

This afternoon, the sunshine was splendid; Zheng Ren, whose heart was usually as hard as stone, felt a soft spot warmed by a ray of sunlight, and his whole person softened a little.

He switched the interface to the QQ login position and pondered for a long time.

Although when seeing patients, performing surgery, or conducting emergency rescues, Zheng Ren was calm to the point of indifference, and indifference to the point of ruthlessness; that was merely professional competence and demand.

On such an afternoon, facing a little flower that would wither before it even bloomed, he hesitated and could not move forward.

Finally, Zheng Ren pressed the login key.

Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was destiny, perhaps it was that warm ray of afternoon sunlight that changes people's hearts.

Zheng Ren, after landing, saw in his friend's status that 12 minutes ago the little boy had just updated a status.

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Note 1: When establishing the Q group, I felt the pressure suddenly increase. I used to play a mobile game for two and a half years, and it was just abandoned like that. Occasionally I think of it, but it can only be a memory; the beautiful memory resides in my past life.