Chapter 364: 357 A Goose Egg in the Belly

Recalling, Zheng Ren was especially interested in the case Director Sun mentioned.

Because he didn't know much, Zheng Ren shouted directly: "Fugui'er, come take a look."

Professor Rudolf Wagner was looking at the nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion images on the computer; hearing Zheng Ren call him, he reluctantly shifted his gaze away from the screen, muttering, "Boss, you just interrupted a brilliant idea of mine."

It's fine, you'll remember. Zheng Ren pointed at the image and asked, "Abdominal free body, do you have any suggestions?"

Oh, completely not interested. Professor Rudolf Wagner only glanced at it, then shook his head and said.

Golden long hair fluttered, flying.

Director Sun was stunned for a moment. Fugui'er? This extremely artistic German professor actually had such a rustic Chinese name?

It's simply terrifying.

Abdominal free body hardly affects the human body and has no therapeutic value at all. Professor Rudolf Wagner's tone was full of impatience.

If Zheng Ren hadn't called him to look at the images, the professor would probably have started scolding by now.

Are you sure it's an abdominal free body? Director Sun asked cautiously.

Professor Rudolf Wagner seemed not to have heard Director Sun's words at all, saying, "Boss, there's nothing worth seeing about this condition; leave that lump, it won't change much over ten or even several decades."

Zheng Ren still had his left hand under his right armpit and his right hand supporting his chin, carefully examining the image.

"Boss, please believe me, this isn't even a disease." Professor Rudolf Wagner said: "Our time shouldn't be wasted on this backwater."

"Professor, are you sure it's a benign disease?" Director Sun, seeing the professor ignore him, asked again cautiously.

"Are you sure your question to me came after thinking with your brain?" Professor Rudolf Wagner tapped the film on the viewer, about to say something harsher and more sarcastic, when Zheng Ren interrupted him.

"Fugui'er, be gentle."

"Okay, Boss." Professor Rudolf Wagner behaved like a pet dog.

"Director Sun, I agree with the professor's view." Zheng Ren said, "If you're not at ease, you can get an abdominal CT to confirm. As for surgery, whether to do it or not is fine, since it's a benign condition. Moreover, abdominal free bodies rarely cause other complications, so rest assured."

The middle-aged woman looked panicked and asked, "Could it be a malignant tumor?"

"Looking at the images, it probably isn't." Zheng Ren said.

"How is it formed?" The middle-aged female patient, still uneasy, asked anxiously.

"There are many causes, for example, fat beside the intestine detaches due to inflammation or other reasons and floats in the abdominal cavity. As more fat accumulates, it becomes this free body." Zheng Ren pointed at the image and said.

"Fat detaches?" The middle-aged female patient still didn't believe Zheng Ren's words.

"Could it be that the fat from my own obesity is starting to fall off?" Hearing that from some angle, it's too hurtful. The patient felt heartbroken, just as heartbroken as if she had a malignant tumor.

At this moment, she felt Zheng Ren full of "malice".

"When cut open, it's like a goose egg, with clear and yellow parts. However, it's a benign disease, this is certain. If you're too afraid, you can remove it. Surgery is also simple; I don't recommend laparoscopic surgery because to completely remove it, you need at least a 5 cm incision."

Zheng Ren might be too young, speaking gently, so from the patient's perspective it has no persuasive power at all.

The patient remained half‑believing, half‑doubting, and turned her gaze toward Director Sun.

Director Sun already had his own judgment; adding Zheng Ren's and Professor Rudolf Wagner's diagnoses, he had a clear idea in mind.

Seeing the patient look at him with questioning eyes, he chuckled and said, "Like this, first do some other tests, then you and your loved one discuss it; if you feel uneasy, just remove it—it's not a big deal."

Director Sun still had that slick way of speaking, not stating a diagnosis, not confirming treatment, just going through the motions.

Zheng Ren's phone rang.

He took it out and saw it was Su Yun.

"Wei."

"Good! Condition stable, observe another night, then the tube can be removed."

"Hmm, you handle the other side."

As he was speaking, Director Sun made a gesture to leave, and Zheng Ren smiled and waved.

Director Sun left with the patient who had an abdominal free body.

"Nothing's going on at home; I can do the surgery with Yang Lei and the others, and the professor is still there for the intervention."

"Nonsense, you're very important. Isn't this assigning you to the most important position?"

"Alright, after it's done, I'll treat you to a meal."

After saying that, Zheng Ren's phone emitted a busy signal.

In the ICU, Yang Lili, after intravenous and intramuscular vitamin B1 injection, her condition has stabilized.

Now the intravenous pump has stopped delivering sedatives, and she no longer shows the previous agitation; she can already write with her hand on paper and begin preliminary communication with Su Yun.

This matter still requires thanks to the system, this big pig trotter.

Zheng Ren knows that, as a doctor, it's hard to think of a vitamin deficiency diagnosis in a patient with such a severe stab wound like Yang Lili.

That would require wildly imaginative thinking.

In fact, the big pig trotter has proven quite reliable.

As long as Yang Lili recovers, that's fine; Zheng Ren sincerely does not want her to just leave like that.

The rescue time was long enough; perhaps from the leaders' perspective it was sufficient to placate the public—we did our best.

But from Zheng Ren's perspective, that knife from that icy snowy day still occasionally appears before his eyes.

Live on, as a brave and kind person, she has reason and should continue living.

"Boss, I have a new view on hepatic nuclear magnetic resonance diffusion." Professor Rudolf Wagner saw Zheng Ren spacing out after hanging up the phone, pulled him back to the computer, and pointed at the nuclear magnetic resonance image on the screen, saying:

"Chief Zheng, hello." A familiar voice came from the doorway.

Zheng Ren frowned, looked up, and saw it was a woman.

Well, Zheng Ren could only tell that the person was a woman, but who exactly… she just looked familiar, yet he really didn't know who she was.

Behind that woman followed a bunch of cameras; seeing Zheng Ren's clueless expression, she smiled frankly and said, "Chief Zheng, I'm Tangxiu from Hai Cheng Urban News."

Oh oh oh, Zheng Ren then realized.

I've met her twice: once was when her father's hepatic blood vessel tumor ruptured and bled, requiring emergency rescue; the other was in Di Du, when Tangxiu came to interview me, and I refused.

However, Tangxiu later still made a documentary, and Zheng Ren's impression of her was still not bad.

This is the third time we've met, so from now on… maybe… we should be able to recognize each other pretty much.

"Hello, Editor-in-chief Tang." Zheng Ren stood up, smiling, and proactively extended his hand.

"Boss, we are conducting the most rigorous scientific discussion, but here you are, it's practically… more chaotic than Bavaria's…" Professor Rudolf Wagner muttered.

"All right, Fugui'er." Zheng Ren turned back and said: "Give me two minutes."

Upon hearing Zheng Ren say that, the professor finally closed his mouth.

Shaking hands with Tangxiu, Zheng Ren asked: "Who are you here to interview?"