Chapter 3096: 2892 Meddling

Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun walked out, Sun Chao sat in the chair, not a hint of sleepiness.

He looked at Dahungya and the girl named Liu Xiaomei, feeling infinite emotion.

Because there wasn't much contact, he still felt Dahungya was a decent person. Looking at… he was indeed lewd, but he truly got things done. Yesterday he solved his own problem, and today he spoke up for a poor, lonely little girl.

Was Zheng Lao Ban being prejudiced? Why does he dislike Captain Huang so much? Sun Chao found it a bit strange.

He doesn't know Dahungya's past; if he saw that guy's fierce face, he probably wouldn't have these "strange" illusions.

Still, Zheng Lao Ban is really impressive; he personally witnessed Captain Huang acting indifferent before Director Xu and Chief Ma, yet when facing Zheng Lao Ban, the guy's bowing and scraping is considered a betrayal of his own conscience.

The contrast was huge; Sun Chao recalled what Mao Chi had said when he came to him yesterday.

It seems time to ease the relationship between himself and Zheng Lao Ban.

However, Zheng Lao Ban never seemed to notice him, but his assistant was willing to talk; he could go over and strike up a conversation later.

Professor Su, from Xiehe, a few years ago hailed as the rising star of Di Du's Cardiothoracic Surgery Department—Sun Chao knew all that. But beyond that, he hadn't studied further.

What should he say? Thinking and thinking, his mind wandered far away.

After some unknown time, Zheng Lao Ban and Su Yun returned, followed by a patient's family member.

"Sit down and talk, tell me about the past medical history." Zheng Renhe said gently, his attitude ten times more affable than when facing Director Xu.

The patient's relative was about fifty or older, hair graying, face showing some anxiety and fatigue. Yet he was courteous and polite.

"When will Chang Yue come?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's early, just a few o'clock. You said Director Xu was coming, so we purposely left early." Su Yun plopped down in the corner, fiddling with her phone, with no intention of asking about the medical history.

Zheng Ren smiled, then sat down and began asking about the patient's medical history.

Sun Chao found it a bit odd; from what Zheng Lao Ban and Professor Su implied, this probably wasn't their patient.

Seeing Su Yun idle with nothing to do, Sun Chao went over.

"Professor Su, hello." Sun Chao said with a grin.

"Director Sun, no need to be so polite." Su Yun didn't lift her head, her black hair drifting slightly above her forehead.

"…" Sun Chao felt furious inside.

But that anger was fleeting; he now had a clear sense in his mind. Mainly, the image of someone who had slammed his head to the ground yesterday, blood spraying everywhere, yet bowed and scraped before Zheng Lao Ban, hinted at the possible truth from the side.

"What is Zheng Lao Ban up to?" Sun Chao asked with a smile.

"Meddling, he's not our patient; he came early, saw the rescue in progress, and wanted to figure things out. You say it's not just idling, it shows he's capable—what would other team-leading professors think?" Su Yun said, head down.

"Oh? What patient?" Speaking of patients, Sun Chao felt he'd found common ground.

"Chief complaint: recurrent fatigue, poor appetite for two years, limb weakness for one day before admission." Su Yun lifted her head, shook her neck, cervical vertebrae making a creaking sound, and said, "Diagnosis: hepatitis C cirrhosis, splenic hyperfunction, had a partial splenic artery embolization."

"Is there a splenic abscess post‑operation?"

Su Yun gave Sun Chao a disdainful glance and said, "If it were that simple, would the boss himself need to ask about the medical history?"

"…" Sun Chao stared for a moment.

Splenic artery embolization is a fairly routine procedure for treating splenic hyperfunction and enlargement caused by cirrhosis. Usually pre‑op patients have very low white blood cells, platelets almost at critical levels; post‑op white blood cells rise and platelets recover to around 80, an acceptable level.

Although he doesn't specialize in visceral intervention, Sun Chao still understands this.

The trouble with this type of surgery is postoperative abscesses; necrotic spleen can't be absorbed, and with ascites, dead tissue soaks in the fluid forming an abscess, causing persistent fever, even high fever.

If that were the case, it would be troublesome—this was also Sun Chao's first thought. But judging from Su Yun's words, it isn't this common complication.

"He used to have frequent hypoglycemia; after the operation the episodes increased. Last night, as he slept, his blood sugar suddenly dropped to 1.2 mmol/L; if the night‑shift doctor hadn't noticed and taken a look at midnight, the patient might have died in his sleep."

"Hypoglycemia? That probably isn't related to the splenic artery embolization surgery."

"Who knows? Anyway, the patient is in the ward; just now, while waiting for you, the boss glanced at the images. Professor Zhao is still in the ward looking at the patient—this old Zhao, he doesn't take a thorough history." Su Yun pouted.

This is truly defying heaven and earth; Sun Chao gave a wry smile.

But those without talent who defy heaven and earth will soon be crushed. This Professor Su, young, went from Di Du to Hai Cheng and back to Di Du, and at a young age won the Nobel Prize; he belongs to the capable‑and‑temperamental type.

Sun Chao glanced at the honest Huang Tianci and Liu Xiaomei, who didn't even dare to sit, understood, and asked humbly, "I just glanced at the images; I'm not a specialist in this, I can't tell much. Professor Su, are you considering a pancreatic lesion?"

"No, the pancreas is fine." Su Yun said, "Well, the boss is asking about the medical history."

Sun Chao listened carefully; Zheng Lao Ban had already asked about the patient's history from childhood up to age eight. Sometimes the patient's spouse didn't know, so Zheng Lao Ban had him call to ask.

Asking about past history for ordinary doctors is usually just a couple of sentences—any hypertension, coronary heart disease, diabetes, etc.

If there were past problems, the likelihood of them causing the current clinical condition would be small. Although the patient used to have frequent hypoglycemia, Zheng Lao Ban's questioning is overly meticulous.

Seeing Su Yun unwilling to talk to him, Sun Chao didn't force himself to rush over and strike up a conversation; after all, he was a department head, and approaching needed a good reason. Otherwise, cooperating often with Zheng Lao Ban would also be a way out.

He silently listened to Zheng Lao Ban taking the history while pondering the future.

Menstrual and reproductive history—when Zheng Lao Ban got to this point he was especially meticulous, asking about every detail of the reproductive history clearly.

If this were a student, Sun Chao would have been furious. You're an intervention doctor, not an obstetrics and gynecology specialist—why ask so detailed about childbirth?

But with Zheng Lao Ban, he wouldn't dare say much. Still, this history‑taking is rather pointless—the patient gave birth once, and when she delivered, placental problems caused massive bleeding; she was saved only after receiving 2000 mL of whole blood.

Just that?