Chapter 408: with translation of chapter title

There weren't many customers in the milk tea shop; it was mealtime now, so hardly anyone was patronizing.

It just suited Zheng Ren's taste.

He held Xie Yiren's hand and could barely sense the flow of time.

A few minutes later, the waiter came over carrying two cups of milk tea.

"Sir, madam, here is your milk tea." The waiter set the milk tea on the table, but did not leave; instead, he stood behind Zheng Ren, his expression somewhat uneasy.

Zheng Ren picked up the milk tea cup with his other hand, and then noticed something odd.

All the ingredients mixed together… actually turned into a cup of… eight-treasure porridge.

A large half-cup of the various ingredients were mixed together, thick and showing no trace of milk tea. Even the largest straw was completely clogged; Zheng Ren tried, but no matter how hard he sucked, nothing came out.

"Um… sir…" the waiter was a bit embarrassed, but more so hid a smile behind the embarrassment, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Hmm…" Zheng Ren pondered, "Bring another straw."

Xie Yiren smiled, her eyes crinkling, her finger lightly stroking Zheng Ren's palm, as if teasing him.

The waiter quickly fetched another large straw, curiously standing behind and watching.

She didn't understand what Zheng Ren intended to do.

That cup of "eight-treasure porridge" couldn't be sucked up even with two straws—it was simply too thick.

Zheng Ren held two straws like Chopsticks and began… to eat.

Whoa… this big brother must be here to joke around.

The waiter also froze; Xie Yiren gave Zheng Ren's hand a firm squeeze and laughed, "Check, please."

"I'll get it, I'll get it."

"Hurry up and eat your eight-treasure porridge." Xie Yiren laughed, "Be careful not to get full—what do you want to eat later?"

Xie Yiren picked up her phone, scanned to pay, and Zheng Ren's phone suddenly rang.

This time Zheng Ren wasn't afraid, and his heart didn't race.

Given Su Yun's competence, there shouldn't be a need for me to rush back to perform Shou Bing.

He picked up the phone, and it was Su Yun.

Zheng Ren had a "what the hell" feeling.

They were eating hot pot and singing when suddenly gangsters appeared.

"Hello." Zheng Ren answered the phone.

"Boss, sorry." Su Yun spoke in an apologetic tone, which was rare for him.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Ren was also puzzled; normally, for a major emergency rescue, one would just yell when answering the phone, so why apologize first?

Strange.

"There's an emergency case being sent to thoracic surgery. The current diagnosis is multiple rib fractures and traumatic wet lung." Su Yun said, "But I always feel something's off."

"Oh?"

"The thoracic department's diagnosis is correct, but I always feel the patient's condition is not right; we need an emergency thoracotomy to explore." Su Yun hesitated, which was rare for him.

Is this a difficult case? But if it were, Su Yun would just say so—it's not like he hasn't encountered such cases before.

Yang Lili's postoperative vitamin B1 deficiency case is the rarest and hardest to diagnose among the current diagnoses.

Back then, Su Yun hadn't hesitated like this either.

Zheng Ren still remembered Su Yun standing in the ICU room, lecturing from biochemistry to physiology, leaving the Medical Department's Director Zhou speechless.

When did this guy start becoming reserved and gentle?

"Alright, I'll go check." Zheng Ren gave Xie Yiren an apologetic glance, suddenly feeling a faint itch in his palm; Xie Yiren lightly scratched his palm, soft and gentle.

What a pity—another wonderful evening was interrupted.

In Zheng Ren's view, being able to eat quietly, go shopping, and watch a movie already makes for a wonderful night.

Although regrettable, we still have to go back.

The two held hands and walked to the car.

Zheng Ren was still in a daze, following Xie Yiren to the driver's side.

Xie Yiren smiled, pulled her hand free from Zheng Ren's grasp, and pushed him to the other side.

She opened the car door, got in, and returned to City First Hospital.

……

Along the way, Zheng Ren gradually returned to his usual calm state.

Something's wrong!

Su Yun, that guy, would hardly call me unless absolutely necessary.

Except for the last time at the Cat-Dog House, where he tricked me into doing pet Shou Bing, Zheng Ren doesn't believe he can't handle an old dog's operation.

But where the problem lies, Zheng Ren also doesn't know.

He called Su Yun to get a detailed update on the condition.

It turned out that a person was walking home when a flowerpot fell from above; he was lucky enough to dodge it.

But luck didn't favor him all the way.

The flowerpot fell and struck the end of a steel bar behind him.

The steel bar "popped" up, as if swung by an invisible giant hand, striking his back.

Ribs 2 through 9 on the right side of the chest were fractured, resulting in traumatic wet lung.

However, the lung CT showed no signs of hemothorax.

Su Yun's doubt lies here: the patient's blood pressure is slightly low, but he has not entered hemorrhagic shock.

The cardiothoracic surgery department's assessment of the condition isn't necessarily wrong, but Su Yun always feels something is odd.

He repeatedly looked at the images, wanting to find the cause of his own inner anxiety.

But as the rising star of cardiothoracic surgery in the capital, he could not even refute the cardiology department's diagnosis.

He just felt something was off, but didn't know what was off.

He could only have Zheng Ren come back.

I don't know when it started, but Su Yun had developed a strange confidence in Zheng Renye. Even though cardiothoracic surgery was his own specialty, he put on a stern face and called Zheng Ren back to take a look.

Zheng Ren attached great importance to this matter.

Although Su Yun was a bit narcissistic, he was not the kind of mysteriously nervous, jumpy person.

He suspected something was up, surely a sixth sense from years of clinical experience. But the existing tests showed nothing wrong; this case definitely had something weird!

Not long after, Xie Yiren drove back to City First Hospital.

She told Zheng Ren she would wait in the operating room; if there was surgery, give him a heads-up; if nothing, meet him in the basement.

Zheng Ren didn't have time to go to the emergency ward to change into a white coat, heading straight to the emergency resuscitation room.

Su Yun kept pressing on the patient, not admitting him to cardiothoracic surgery, just to have Zheng Ren take a look.

If admitted to cardiothoracic surgery, although there would be no emergency department responsibility, judging by the cardiothoracic diagnosis, there definitely wouldn't be an overnight emergency surgery.

In the face of uncertainty, Su Yun still recommended performing a thoracotomy exploration to take a look and put his mind at ease.

Otherwise, he wouldn't sleep well all night.

Zheng Ren hurried to the resuscitation room and saw a young man under thirty lying on a stretcher, face ashen, hunched over, likely due to severe pain from rib fractures forcing his posture.

The diagnosis on the system panel in the upper right of the view was also clear: multiple rib fractures on the right chest wall, traumatic wet lung, right pleural effusion, lung rupture.

It matched the diagnosis from City First Hospital's cardiothoracic surgery, with no discrepancy. Lung rupture could be mild or severe; mild cases only have a small opening and can heal on their own.

Damn big pig trotter, couldn't the panel at least label the severity of the lung rupture?

Seeing Zheng Ren rush over, Su Yun immediately pulled him to the film viewer, pointing at the images and saying, "Boss, I feel something's off."