Chapter 3147: 2942 Are you Doctor Zheng?

2942 Are you Doctor Zheng?

"Su Yun, let me say it." Zheng Ren grabbed Su Yun; this guy already had a preset stance, completely unable to communicate or treat objectively. If he kept talking like that, the situation would probably spiral out of control immediately.

Su Yun glanced at Zheng Ren, crossed his arms and stood to one side. Just came out of the operating room, wearing an isolation gown, with a sterile gown over it, and shoe covers on his feet, his steps made a splish-splash sound, exactly like Su Yun's inner displeasure.

Zheng Ren had no doubt that if he got the chance, he would definitely drag Qiao Jie's lover out and beat him up.

"Wang Sheng, right?" Zheng Ren had the fiber bronchoscope equipment ready, stood beside the patient and said, "I'm going to do a test to see exactly where your asthma comes from."

The patient's eyelids twitched slightly, but he still didn't open them.

"Wang Sheng, your condition has slightly improved, but it may not stay that way. I'm a doctor, please face it seriously." Zheng Ren said, "Open your eyes; I'll tell you what to watch out for during the procedure."

After hearing Zheng Ren's somewhat stern words, the patient hesitated a moment, his eyes rolled around, and finally he slowly opened them.

Zheng Ren saw his eyes full of bloodshot, endless panic and hesitation. But there was nothing pitiable about it; he just wanted to stay objective and calm, use the fiber bronchoscope to check whether the diagnosis of big pig trotter was correct, then give a treatment plan and be done.

"I'll first explain the whole process; you need to cooperate with me in the middle. First we'll use anesthetic, and after a few minutes…" Zheng Ren said, lifting the tube of the fiber bronchoscope, "insert it along the nasal passage; during this you might feel a choking sensation, breathe steadily, don't move. If you're too tense, it could trigger cerebrovascular disease, even possibly cause sudden death."

Zheng Ren bluntly said these things, scaring Qiao Jie's lover.

Cerebrovascular accident… sudden death… involving life and death, he opened his eyes.

"Doctor, can I not do it?" Wang Sheng asked softly, his voice trembling.

"We definitely have to respect the patient's opinion, but your asthma attack this time is very strange, explosive. Moreover, after asking your lover, I learned you usually have right thumb swelling and frequent ear pain; I suspect some disease, need to do a check to see and then prescribe the right medicine."

The man took a long time to snap out of his dazed state, still not fully grasping what Zheng Ren was telling him.

He thought his right thumb swelling and pain must be rheumatism, and as for the ear pain, the doctor said it was neuralgia.

Besides, what does breathing difficulty have to do with those? Is he supposed to breathe with his fingers or his ears?!

"You don't know how to treat illness!" the man said, somewhat resentful after figuring it out, though his asthma was still severe, mixed with the sound of respiratory spasms, making the line sound oddly strange.

"We don't know how to treat illness, you do!" Su Yun retorted directly from behind.

"I definitely won't, but… heh heh… I have breathing difficulty; how could it be related to ear pain? There probably isn't any connection."

"This is Zheng Lao Ban, who just won the Nobel Prize; you should know." Zhou Litao frowned, "I suspect you have an immune system disease; we need to confirm it."

Upon hearing "Nobel Prize," the man froze. He knew a doctor from the 912 department had won the Nobel Prize. These days newspapers and online news have been repeatedly interpreting the two words Zheng Doctor said at the award ceremony with the Swedish king; even if he wasn't interested, he had seen them here and there.

He never expected that Doctor Zheng would now be standing right in front of him.

"Um… Doctor Zheng, is it you?" The man's voice immediately softened; he asked sheepishly.

"Mm, I'm Zheng Ren."

"The chance of problems isn't big, right?"

"As long as you stay calm and cooperate with the exam, the chance of sudden death is less than one in ten thousand." Zheng Ren gave the figure objectively and calmly.

"Then… I'll do it, please be gentle." The man closed his eyes, adopting the attitude of a dead pig not fearing boiling water.

Zheng Ren looked at his face, thinking that if Su Yun were to do it, he'd probably just shove the bronchoscope straight in.

Forget it, forget it; don't preset a stance— the person before us is just a patient, just a patient.

"Have you used anesthetic before? Any allergy history?" Zheng Ren asked.

"No, Doctor Zheng." The man answered honestly.

Zheng Ren suddenly felt that winning the Nobel Prize wasn't bad either; this aura meant he didn't have to deal with annoying doubts or explanations. Just like this guy, who had been questioning him moments ago, Zhou Litao simply said this was the Nobel Prize–winning Zheng Lao Ban, and immediately the man became calm and agreeable to any test.

Hey, I guess I'm now famous under heaven, Zheng Ren chuckled inside. The task of becoming famous under heaven he'd already finished long ago; only now did it take effect.

However, Zheng Ren didn't move; he was still waiting for the test report, and meanwhile asked about past history to keep the patient's emotions steady.

"Boss Zheng, coagulation's fine, CBC shows slightly high white blood cells, platelets normal, differential normal." Zhou Litao said right after seeing the ER lab report.

Coagulation panel, CBC, ECG, blood pressure monitoring with respiration are mandatory, especially when facing a patient still having asthma; Zheng Ren will surely be cautious, absolutely not as emotional as Su Yun.

He also glanced at the ECG monitor; the ECG was stable, blood oxygen saturation steady and rising, so it should be fine.

Using 2% lidocaine for throat anesthesia, the patient supine, Zheng Ren slowly inserted the fiber bronchoscope into the nasal cavity.

"This is a bit uncomfortable, take deep breaths, don't rush." Zheng Ren looked at the screen, advancing the fiber bronchoscope bit by bit.

Along the pharyngeal wall it slid into the larynx, found the epiglottis and glottis, observed vocal cord movement; when the glottis opened, he quickly sent it into the trachea, observed the tracheal lumen, then proceeded straight to the carina, observed the carina's shape. There was slight congestion and edema here, otherwise nothing else.

Subsequently he entered the right-sided airway that Zheng Ren suspected was problematic.

The fiber bronchoscope showed loss of tracheal cartilage ring structure, mucosal swelling and thickening, lumen narrowing.

"Ah ah ah…" the patient expressed his discomfort in a muffled voice.

Zheng Ren also knew that in general many people choose full anesthesia for gastroscopy because it's uncomfortable; the discomfort of bronchoscopy is worse than gastroscopy, after all it goes into the airway.

Having seen clearly, Zheng Ren saved the images and immediately withdrew the fiber bronchoscope.

"Hah…" the patient exhaled a long breath.

"Boss, indeed." Su Yun also saw the images. Only his tone was somewhat flat, not like the slight joy he'd have after giving another patient a definite diagnosis.