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2523.2428 Don't mess around!

"Boss, you wouldn't want to perform Shou Bing on him, would you?" Su Yun asked.

"Normally speaking, it wouldn't be." Zheng Ren answered very rigorously, like he was explaining the condition to a patient's family, saying a sentence that sounded like he was stating something, but actually it was meaningless.

"Don't mess around!" Su Yun's voice grew much stricter, she said: "Recently many reporters have been interviewing in the vicinity, you know about this, right?"

"I know."

Zheng Ren refused all interviews, including that of Tangxiu, chief editor of the Hai Cheng urban newspaper, and even the request of Sun Zeli, the reporter who had accompanied him to the front lines during Earthquake Relief, was outright rejected.

For Zheng Ren, standing before a camera and microphone is worse than letting him do a few more Shou Bing. That's too difficult, at least for him it's really too difficult.

Moreover, the most crucial point is that Zheng Ren believes it's unnecessary.

Propaganda and such are secondary; doing the Shou Bing well is the real deal.

Media people have a keen sense of smell; Zheng Ren refused all interviews without hesitation, but the people around him were not so resolute.

Su Yun knew that Fang Lin alone had accepted over a dozen interviews about their Boss, and Zhou Litao's side also had some.

This is to shape the Boss's image from various angles; Su Yun cautiously monitored the surrounding situation.

He worried that the Boss's stubborn temper would invite disaster.

The right to speak is always the most important. Sometimes whether the Shou Bing is done well or not is not that important.

Su Yun was vigilant like a night-watch soldier, observing the surrounding situation. But all feedback so far has been relatively positive; it's not that no one has opinions about the Boss, it's said that Director Sun Chao of the Blood Vessel Department at the Medical University Affiliated Hospital had an unpleasant altercation with a reporter over this matter.

Sun Chao seems okay; next time I won't need to smash him with forceps, Su Yun thought. However, the biggest implication of this matter is that someone in a dark corner is eyeing the Boss, eyeing the entire Medical Team.

Now, all the way until next year, is a time when no mistakes can be afforded.

No one knows how many pairs of eyes are fixed on our Boss; if nothing goes wrong, out of admiration for strength, everyone will speak well of him. Countless words of praise push his academic standing to a certain height.

But once something goes wrong, the scenario of beating a drowning dog could occur; the Boss and the entire Medical Team would be that poor drowning dog.

Apart from reporters like Sun Zeli, who are Comrade-in-Arms style, and Tangxiu, who are patient-family style, who wouldn't rush over at the First Time to eagerly see what mistake the Nobel Prize laureate has made?

Su Yun even came up with a relatively dark headline—Is the Nobel Prize laureate's skill really that high? Beneath the fame, it's actually hard to live up to……

Adding a simple summary phrase of a medical accident, a sensational news story is born.

The Nobel Prize laureate, this shining subject, attracts the eyes of the onlookers; everyone happily clicks to read the news.

If that happens, it will surely dominate the hot search list's first place for at least a week.

Paying to take down the hot search? That simply doesn't exist!

Su Yun shuddered at the thought.

"Boss, don't mess around, be careful." Su Yun warned again.

"Hmm, don't worry." Zheng Ren said lightly: "The Shou Bing probably can't be done; Xiao Shitou's mother said bringing the data back would be too heavy and meaningless, so she gave it to me."

Su Yun knew the Boss's temperament; looking at him, there's no thought of just saying it and leaving it. Next step will surely be to carefully study the condition, then use the intraoperative navigation system and 3D printing system to fabricate a simulated person, and begin Surgical Training.

But this really has no meaning; Su Yun shook his head.

Shi Jian's condition is said to be complex, it's complex to the extreme. But if we put it simply, a few sentences can sum it up.

After the New Year this year, the little boy said his stomach felt Uncomfortable, but no one paid attention at the time. Later, due to chronic diarrhea accompanied by weight loss, he came to the Hospital for diagnosis and was diagnosed with gastric cancer, liver cancer, and colon cancer, accompanied by lymph node metastasis.

No one knows where the primary lesion is exactly. By the time it's discovered, it's already late stage, with tumors filling the abdomen.

This was also the situation when they first met the little boy in Director Qi's clinic.

Afterwards, Wen Xiaonuan took Shi Jian to travel across the nation's major tertiary hospitals; some places tried treatment, others directly advised them to go back.

Targeted drugs and first- and second-line chemotherapy were all used. The effect……can't be said to be none; at least Shi Jian is still alive now.

But even with enormous expense, Shi Jian endured tremendous suffering torment, yet still inevitably arrived at the final step of life.

Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren, took a quick look at the patient's condition, and shook his head repeatedly.

Zheng Ren, however, inserted the most recent examination film into the viewer.

The chest and abdominal cavities were a white expanse of tumor, impossible to count how many. Gao Shaojie glanced, frowned, and said: "Zheng Lao Ban, does this patient have any point in further treatment?"

No meaning? Probably so, Zheng Ren thought to himself. He held his arms while viewing the film, saying nothing.

Gao Shaojie stared for a moment; Su Yun repeatedly and earnestly cautioned Zheng Lao Ban, at this time we absolutely cannot make a mistake. How could I feel that Zheng Lao Ban, facing this end-stage cancer patient, wants to do Shou Bing?

Can this be done as Shou Bing? Gao Shaojie slowly stood up and carefully examined the film.

Actually, there's no need to examine closely; a glance shows there's no therapeutic value left. The patient has already reached the brink of life's end—perhaps in a month, a week, a day, or an hour—he will die from multi-organ failure.

It's fundamentally impossible to perform Shou Bing; even interventional perfusion chemotherapy is unnecessary. In this state, the patient's heart might stop as soon as he enters the operating room.

Gao Shaojie carefully asked: "Zheng Lao Ban, how are you considering this patient?"

He really feared that Zheng Ren would tap the film on the viewer with his finger and say to admit the patient, preparing for imminent Shou Bing or the like. Even in Zheng Lao Ban's manner, he might outright say one-two-three-four-five, clearly stating the benefits of Shou Bing.

Normally, if the patient's family wanted to try, they could attempt to resect the tumor near the airway to relieve airway pressure, or place a tracheal stent. But either way, it would be palliative Shou Bing.

As for the current situation, Su Yun is right; calm down and wait for the Nobel Prize results, and absolutely avoid any unexpected trouble or further disturbances.

"The Shou Bing can't be done." Zheng Ren sighed and said.

Perhaps this is the first time facing a patient for whom Shou Bing cannot be done; Gao Shaojie would not feel regret but rather be glad that Zheng Lao Ban hasn't been carried away by repeated victories, making an erroneous judgment.

"If it can't be done, just put it away." Su Yun, without a word, removed the film from the viewer and without hesitation placed it into the film bag.