Chapter 2842: with translation of title line (the first line? Actually title is given

2748.2638 Which Zheng Lao Ban? (Alliance Leader rests fennel add more 2)

The main mechanism by which celiac disease leads to comorbid illness is that when patients ingest gluten, it triggers an immune response that causes symptoms.

This protein is mainly found in grains such as wheat and barley. In serology, anti-gliadin antibodies, anti-deamidated gliadin peptide antibodies, and anti-endomysial antibodies, among others, can be detected as IgA and IgG.

Zheng Ren left a message for Wu Yuanzhang, asking him to contact the hospital in Nanshan City himself to find a place for the patient to undergo IgA-tTG testing and an intestinal endoscopy.

When he began to arrange these matters, Su Yun, feeling dissatisfied, started drinking with Chang Yue.

When he finished his meal, Su Yun's speech became somewhat unclear.

When returning home, Su Yun had already lost consciousness, and it was Zheng Ren who carried him upstairs.

Why drink so much when everything was fine? Zheng Ren felt somewhat helpless. These past few days, he had Gu Xiao Ran come to the house to help look after things, mainly to walk Heizi.

After opening the door, Gu Xiao Ran saw Zheng Lao Ban return, carrying Yun Ge'er on his back, and he jumped in fright.

What happened?! How did Yun Ge'er go abroad standing up and come back lying down?

However, the strong smell of wine that followed told Gu Xiao Ran the truth. He took Su Yun over, laughing and crying at the same time, and just smelling the wine made Zheng Lao Ban feel drunk.

"……" Translate as "……" (ellipsis). Keep as is.

"……" same.

In Nanshan City, Wu Yuanzhang looked at the task Zheng Lao Ban had entrusted to him, his face bewildered.

What the hell is this all about!

Wu Yuanzhang felt somewhat helpless; does a patient with a psychiatric illness need a gastrointestinal examination? How does Zheng Lao Ban seem a bit unreliable?

However, this matter was sought out by oneself; even holding one's nose, one must still do it.

He could imagine himself personally taking the patient around the city, and when nothing turned up, what expression Jiang Zhuren would have.

Intestinal endoscopy…… requires patient cooperation; for now, he set that aside, Wu Yuanzhang began to calculate. As for the IgA-tTG test, he didn't know which hospital in the city could perform it.

Although he felt nauseous inside, Wu Yuanzhang still steeled himself to contact the matter of conducting the IgA-tTG test.

Looking at the letters 'IgA-tTG' written on the paper, Wu Yuanzhang didn't know what they meant. Even so, he thick-skinnedly asked Zheng Lao Ban what those letters stood for. As he asked, he felt his face heat up, guessing it was already red.

The hospital director who answered the call also wasn't clear, but he noted it down, saying to ask the laboratory department.

Ah, how embarrassing; Wu Yuanzhang felt especially regretful, as if lard had blinded his heart—why bother Zheng Lao Ban over nothing? Others deal with high-end matters, yet he doesn't even know what a simple test is.

Could such a test be available in the city? Probably not. If it came to having to go to Di Du for it, and then nothing came of it, Zheng Lao Ban would be fine, but he himself would become a laughingstock.

From then on, at hospital weekly meetings and president's office meetings, he wouldn't dare speak, utterly lacking dignity.

But even if the end result turned out that way, he couldn't offend Zheng Lao Ban for no reason. Wu Yuanzhang feared being made a scapegoat and ending up caught in the crossfire.

Damn it, he emphasized a clear diagnosis—what could possibly be wrong?!

An undeserved disaster, truly an undeserved disaster!

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang, startling Wu Yuanzhang. He immediately picked up, and the person on the other end immediately said.

「Old Wu, are you trying to do a human IgA-anti-tissue transglutaminase antibody test? What's going on? 」

「Ah, it's not that there's a patient with persecutory delusions experiencing progressive weight loss, and the exam found no cancer; I wanted to look into this a bit more. 」 Wu Yuanzhang said, his mood somewhat low, without exposing the internal conflicts of the hospital.

「I checked, and there's none in the city; only the province has the relevant test kit. 」 That person said: 「This is a test specifically for celiac disease; I normally don't know about it, I heard it from our lab department head. 」

「Could you help me get in touch? 」

「Just let the patient's family buy it themselves. 」 That person said, 「But you guys at the psychiatric hospital have gotten this deep into work? Old Wu, I really have to look at you anew. 」

「Ah. 」 Wu Yuanzhang let out a long sigh, suppressing his grievances, and said: 「It's not that I consult Zheng Lao Ban whenever I don't understand something; Zheng Lao Ban suggested doing this kind of test. 」

「Zheng Lao Ban? Which Zheng Lao Ban? 」

「That Zheng Lao Ban. 」

「That one? 」

「That one! 」

The two exchanged a few brief words, like a secret signal, tacitly understanding each other.

「Then I'll contact for the IgA-tTG test kit. 」 That person said, 「Once purchased, I'll send it over. 」

「Too troublesome, too troublesome. 」 Wu Yuanzhang said politely. He felt torn, wanting to give the patient a test but also afraid. If they made a big fuss over the test and found nothing, how could he step down? He didn't even have a stepping stone.

「If you'd said it was Zheng Lao Ban's medical order earlier, we'd have contacted him already; it should arrive tomorrow morning. 」 That person said, 「I say, Old Wu, you're not bad—you can still consult Zheng Lao Ban on a case. 」

Wu Yuanzhang gave a bitter smile.

「I'll find someone to ask; send me the medical records. 」

After hanging up, Wu Yuanzhang felt some doubt; taking advantage of still having memory, he noted down the diagnosis of celiac disease. He first called the office director to have the patient's medical records sent over, then Wu Yuanzhang began to ponder the diagnosis of celiac disease.

Still sounding unreliable, he searched online. Ordinary popular science seemed unrelated to psychiatric patients; on a professional website, it took nearly an hour to register an account.

But after looking at it for just a moment, Wu Yuanzhang grew sleepy.

The professional jargon was like heavenly script; after two glances, his mind was a mush, his eyelids battling. Wu Yuanzhang, not being a business dean, simply couldn't understand.

He simply shut the computer and went to sleep. Whatever! Even if the sky fell, the worst would be being looked down upon; he would just honestly admit defeat to stay safe, and not argue with others—so be it.

Everyone thought the dean was like that—a strong dean! As a non-business dean, he really couldn't retort when given a hard time, and moreover, Jiang Zhuren was clearly about to retire, completely ignoring whether he was happy or not.

Feeling stifled inside, Wu Yuanzhang gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, he was awakened by a phone call.

It turned out the test kit had been sent from Sheng Cheng, specially delivered by the manufacturer. To Wu Yuanzhang, this was unimaginable. But to the executive vice president of the city's largest tertiary hospital, it was just a phone call away.

Wu Yuanzhang groggily got up, washed his face with cold water, and became somewhat clear-headed.

Go on, an invisible pair of big hands has pushed things to this point; even if he didn't want to show his face, he had to.

Wu Yuanzhang went to see what was going on, hoping to give the patient a definite diagnosis, thinking to himself.