Chapter 3061: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren didn't know that after his group left, Kanghua Hospital still had so many things; he returned to Di Du, and his days continued as before.

The day of the award was drawing nearer; he had booked an Airplane Ticket for the 7th, preparing to go to Stockholm to accept the award.

This time Zheng Ren was uncharacteristically generous; he told Director Kong to apply, suspending all Shou Bing, and from the 4th he would stop taking new patients, focusing on preparing to bring the entire Medical Team to accept the award.

It had been a while since he'd seen Fugui'er, and Zheng Ren missed him a little.

That guy probably attends banquets and gives lectures every day, plays golf, and cruises the Mediterranean on his yacht. His days are quite comfortable; if you ask him to come back to do Shou Bing, he'd pretend not to hear.

Even so, Zheng Ren had no grudge against Fugui'er. He wasn't one of the 912 people, and back then Fugui'er doing Shou Bing here every day was like a new-era Bethune—how could you ask for more?

But Xiao Shitou's condition had both good and bad aspects, which made Zheng Ren a little worried.

Overall, Xiao Shitou's blood cancer cells had nearly been cleared to zero; one could say Bota's drug was still quite domineering.

But at the same time there were quite strong side effects—Pulmonary fibrosis.

Regarding this, Zheng Ren felt a bit troubled; each time he went to System Space, seeing Little White Fox's smile gave him an urge to buy the lung tissue 3D-printed within System Space.

As a backup plan, Zheng Ren didn't see the need to actually implement it.

Organ transplantation has its own scoring system; for a late-stage cancer patient like Xiao Shitou the score is quite low. Wuxi is the biggest base for lung transplants, and Zheng Ren had considered visiting the Boss there when he had time.

But from his Inner Mind, Zheng Ren couldn't convince himself.

After all, lung transplantation for a patient with simple Pulmonary fibrosis has a fairly high five-year survival rate. But Xiao Shitou is a late-stage cancer patient; even if he underwent Shou Bing, he might not be able to withstand the huge surgical impact.

Thinking this, he put down the red string in his hand, picked up the phone, and called Su Yun.

"How is the 3D-printed lung doing?"

"Oh, then let's talk when you get back."

"Mm, let's go take a look at Xiao Shitou together."

After hanging up, he continued braiding the red string. Zheng Ren had put thought into the red string in his hand, preparing to give it to Xiao Shitou. After all these days of hesitation, Zheng Ren was leaning toward performing the lung Shou Bing.

Xiao Shitou's Pulmonary fibrosis progressed slowly, but showed no signs of improvement. Rather than waiting full of dread for death, it would be better to try a lung Shou Bing.

As for the lung source, since Xiao Shitou couldn't take immunosuppressants to wipe out his immunity and resist rejection, he persisted in wanting to try the new 3D‑printing technology.

Because this technology hasn't been approved, as Su Yun said, using it would be illegal medical practice, and if anything happened one would face criminal detention and revocation of the Practice License.

Such matters should be left to Lin Ge to handle; developing new technology originally had some functions in the Science and Education Department, while the Medical Department also took on part of it, making Lin Ge the most suitable choice.

Zheng Ren still remembered Lin Ge's surprised expression when he heard they were going to clone autologous cells into lung tissue and 3D‑print it for a lung transplant.

There's no choice; if there's even a sliver of hope, one must give it a try.

Before the Shou Bing, Xiao Shitou should wear this red string, hoping he'll have good luck. Right now, Zheng Ren doesn't feel he can do more; rather than hoping for technical progress, he'd rather hope Xiao Shitou's luck improves a bit.

Good luck is like a strong bodily immunity, nipping those accidents in the bud.

While braiding the red string, Zheng Ren used a ballpoint pen to jot down notes only he could understand, leisurely and carefree, which was quite pleasant.

One and a half hours later, Su Yun came rushing back.

"Boss, the 5G network is being laid; I rejected wireless Shou Bing and ran fiber optic cables instead, estimating it'll be fixed by tomorrow, so we can do Shou Bing anytime." Su Yun said this first after returning.

"Oh." Zheng Ren had just finished the red string; he picked it up and glanced at it, feeling quite satisfied.

"What oh, during the Shou Bing, is Lao Gao going to Di Du's hepatobiliary department or staying here?" Su Yun asked.

"Let's go to Di Du's hepatobiliary department; no matter what, we have to show our faces there." Zheng Ren said, "What do you think, Lao Gao?"

"I'll follow your lead." Gao Shaojie smiled elegantly; it didn't matter where we went.

"Let's go take a look at Xiao Shitou." Zheng Ren stood up and said to Su Yun, "How's the 3D‑printing going?"

"In cloning and culturing, the lung tissue has bronchi, making it a hundred times more troublesome than the liver!" Su Yun said, "At least another ten days."

"No rush." Zheng Ren hadn't made up his mind yet; going over today was also to ask Xiao Shitou's opinion.

"Lung transplant is indeed a good solution; later, if the liver has problems we can transplant a liver, if the brain has problems we can transplant a brain…"

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun, unable to tell whether Su Yun was speaking seriously or mocking him.

"Any progress on your end?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss, you don't really think it's as easy as cabbage, do you? It's not that simple." Su Yun said, "We don't even have a lab; we're working out of Shiwai Ru's home. That guy is so lazy it's unbelievable—I have to help the kid with homework. I just can't understand how someone can be that lazy."

Listening to Su Yun start to nag and complain, Zheng Ren chuckled.

"There's already a clue." After finishing his complaint, Su Yun said lightly, "There's a good chance it'll be ready within two years."

Although he spoke lightly, Zheng Ren could hear the barely concealed pride in his tone.

This is absolutely a breakthrough project; it could be ready in two years, after going through Phase I, II, and III clinical trials, finally entering clinical practice. By then Su Yun could also win a Nobel Prize…

"Honestly, if you can pull it off, would you like me to nominate you?" Zheng Ren asked.

"……" Su Yun froze for a moment, then realized the Boss was already a Nobel laureate and qualified to nominate a new Nobel Prize candidate.

Although he himself was also a laureate, Zheng Ren's words sounded uncomfortable to Su Yun's ears no matter how he listened.

"Let's talk later, let's talk later." Su Yun didn't directly refuse, but waved his hand vaguely.

The two talked as they walked to the special-needs ward.

He knocked on the door, and Wen Xiaonuan's voice came from inside.

He pushed the door open and saw her sitting on the bedside, chatting with Xiao Shitou.

After a period of treatment, Xiao Shitou had gained some weight; he no longer looked like skin wrapped around bone. At the very least, he now looked… like a person.

"Brother, Yun Ge'er, you've come." Xiao Shitou greeted cheerfully.

Although he was a bit short of breath, his mood was still good.

"Doctor Zheng, Doctor Su, you two are here; please, have a seat." Wen Xiaonuan said, getting up smoothly.

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren smiled.

He was still the same; after working as a doctor for so long, he was used to standing in the ward. Here there was really no place to sit, and sitting down made his whole body feel Uncomfortable.

"How do you feel today?"