Chapter 2827: 2624 Sense of Ritual (Alliance Leader's Time Sand Hourglass Water Flow Extra Chapter 3)

Doctor Nicole was organizing the patient's files; she now judged the patient's condition to be much worse than expected, and there was basically no need for admission.

The research progress seemed to have been delayed a little again, and Doctor Nicole felt somewhat annoyed.

When looking at the patient's imaging data earlier, I felt we could place a bronchial stent via an interventional approach, but the patient's condition progressed incredibly fast—within just a few days the airway was already blocked.

It's fine; there are plenty of similar patients. What's lacking isn't relevant patients—there are tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of cancer patients worldwide. Doctor Nicole doesn't think she'll fail to find a suitable trial subject. But the delay isn't just worldly; it's also financial!

While organizing the files, the door was pushed open.

Doctor Nicole was very unhappy; without turning her head she coldly said, 'Get out, this is where doctors work.'

But in an instant, the corner of her eye saw the members of the medical team beside her all stand up at once.

"Doctor Nicole." Johannes Mandi said.

Doctor Nicole stared for a moment—how could it be Johannes Mandi?! What is he doing here!

She immediately stood up, turned and smiled, "Mr. Mandi, hello."

"This is Doctor Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, and his medical team. Doctor Zheng says your patient still has treatment value." Johannes Mandi said.

"Treatment value?!" Doctor Nicole exclaimed in surprise, "The patient's airway is almost completely closed; they cannot possibly undergo interventional surgery. Not only surgery, even the irritation of a bronchoscope cannot be tolerated!"

Her tone was full of surprise and bewilderment.

I had just tried the interventional procedure; when the bronchoscope barely passed the vocal cords, the patient could not endure it and began to thrash.

Such a patient cannot even be intubated, so Doctor Nicole used her experience to judge that there is no treatment value at all.

I had already reported this to Johannes Mandi by email, and he had agreed to forego treatment. This is an incident, after all, volunteers will receive a substantial compensation regardless.

No, Doctor Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize with the TIPS procedure, says treatment can still be carried out?!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Doctor Nicole's mind.

"Let me take a look at the data." Zheng Ren walked in and said, "Trouble."

Doctor Nicole glanced at the young doctor standing before her; he indeed resembled the photo, so it must be him.

Indeed, he is that young and full of vigor. Looking at him, saying he is a Nobel laureate really seems unbelievable; to say he is my own doctoral student would be about right, Doctor Nicole thought.

"Sorry, I'd like to look at the patient's data." Seeing the doctor in front of her make no move, Zheng Ren's smile faded and he spoke sternly.

He didn't raise his voice specially, but Doctor Nicole suddenly 'woke up,' feeling that something was off about the atmosphere.

Does this young doctor really think he's omnipotent?

Doctor Nicole didn't think he could successfully operate on the patient. I had just tried it myself—the patient couldn't even accommodate a bronchoscope, couldn't tolerate the irritation at the vocal cords, and after the attempt I did another imaging scan, finding that the middle part of the airway was basically completely blocked.

The patient has only about 3–5 days left to live; they will ultimately die of suffocation. It's like a drowning person, except this process lasts hundreds of times longer, and the suffering is correspondingly hundreds of times greater.

But that's the condition; there's nothing I can do. As for this Nobel laureate… he won't have any solution either.

Although Doctor Nicole thought this, she said nothing, merely stepping back a few steps to clear the computer.

Zheng Ren sensed Doctor Nicole's resistance; although she didn't say anything outright, this silent noncooperation revealed her true inner thoughts.

But it didn't matter; Zheng Ren simply sat down in the chair, repeatedly clicked the mouse with his right hand, and opened the patient's data.

The final CT slice showed the patient's condition to be quite severe; even if the patient could tolerate surgery, the guidewire might not be able to advance.

If it were an esophageal tumor, we would certainly need to do an upper gastrointestinal contrast study to see if there are any gaps.

But this is an airway tumor; we cannot perform the corresponding examination. As long as the patient is still alive, it proves the airway isn't completely blocked, so there is still a chance.

"Mr. Johannes Mandi, may I perform surgical treatment on the patient?" Zheng Ren asked while looking at the latest lab reports and imaging data.

"If Doctor Zheng feels it's necessary, everything will be as you wish." Johannes Mandi replied softly.

Saying that, he glanced at Doctor Nicole and her medical team.

Doctor Nicole's expression already clearly told herself her judgment of the condition—there is simply no possibility of surgery.

"Rudolf, do you think there's a chance to perform surgery?" Doctor Nicole asked the professor with a slight look of disdain.

Professor Rudolf Wagner frowned at the images; if it were him, he would certainly not think treatment possible. But the person sitting at the computer looking at the imaging data is his own boss, who said it could be done, so it should be fine.

Moreover, the boss had just explained the preparation process for the surgery, and the professor also gave it considerable approval.

He stared into Doctor Nicole's eyes and said, "Nicole, I believe the boss will pull it off."

Doctor Nicole didn't continue speaking; she simply sat down coldly in another chair, silently watching everything before her.

Surgery on this kind of patient? It's practically a century‑long joke!

Doctor Nicole, who personally operated the bronchoscope, still remembers the patient's suffocation back then; together with the later follow‑up imaging, everything indicates that this patient no longer has any treatment value.

I can't do it, Rudolf can't do it, and even Doctor Zheng, who just won the Nobel Prize for the interventional technique, can't do it!

Medicine belongs to the natural sciences; it follows natural laws, not something you can just assume you can do.

She silently gazed at that young face, a faint gleam seemingly diffusing.

"Su Yun, call Xiao Feng over." Zheng Ren said.

"Okay." Su Yun glanced at Johannes Mandi and said, "The medical team members, in our patient's ward, please send someone to fetch him to the operating room."

"Doctor Su, whatever you need we have here." Johannes Mandi emphasized.

"No, you don't know the boss's habits. You know, every outstanding person has their own little quirks." Su Yun smiled.

"Is this the legendary sense of ritual?" Johannes Mandi was a bit puzzled, but he remembered Master Ke Li's words and immediately sent someone to fetch from Xiao Shitou's ward the person Su Yun mentioned.

"Let me take a look at the patient, then prepare for surgery." Zheng Ren said after finishing viewing the images and standing up.