Chapter 419: line with translation of chapter title

"Larson syndrome requires a psychiatrist to provide professional treatment." Zheng Ren said: "First contact them yourself; if you can't find a suitable doctor, my assistant knows a psychiatrist in Di Du, you can come find me."

"Right, after discharge, you must definitely go treat the mental illness." Zheng Ren instructed, "If the princess disease continues to flare up, swallowing hair, the difficulty of the next Shou Bing will increase exponentially. Later on, even if the princess disease is cured, intestinal adhesions and intestinal obstruction will often occur."

Wang Yutong's father kept nodding.

Director Sun also admired it; Larson syndrome, now recalling his own decades of medical Shou Bing, he seemed to have encountered it before.

They merely performed Shou Bing treatment for ordinary mechanical intestinal obstruction, and after the operation they absolutely did not explain anything about the princess disease to the patient's family.

If this mental illness is not resolved at its source, the patient's recurrent intestinal obstruction can be expected.

After explaining a few more sentences to the patient's family, Zheng Ren picked up the bag and returned to the Operating Room, placed the bag in the pathology room, waited for the pathology examination to be sent, then went to change clothes.

Director Sun also didn't hold back, striking the pose he used to flatter his master back then, and kept praising.

Zheng Ren had a natural immunity to such praise.

He didn't get carried away, but smiled faintly, thinking about going to City Eryuan to do a TIPS Surgery.

One TIPS Surgery yields several hundred skill points; the accumulation of Interventional surgery experience is quite crazy.

This is an exception.

If it were General Surgery Department, even though one Liver Transplant Surgery could give 500 skill points, there aren't that many patients.

Even if there are many patients needing liver transplants, there aren't that many donors.

Unless... the autologous stem cell cloning organ cultivation trial that Su Yun and his team previously researched begins to enter clinical practice.

However, that is something far in the future.

Moreover, Zheng Ren still harbors ambitions to advance from Interventional Grandmaster level to Master level, even reaching the peak level.

I don't know what kind of experience the peak of Interventional surgery is.

After changing clothes, Zheng Ren bade farewell to Director Sun and returned to the Jizhenbingfang.

As he was leaving, Director Sun repeatedly expressed his thanks; his friend will be hospitalized tomorrow and will begin preoperative examinations, preparing for the Shou Bing.

When Zheng Ren said he needed a liver Nuclear Magnetic Resonance diffusion slice, Director Sun was slightly surprised but agreed without hesitation.

Arriving at the Jizhenbingfang, he glanced at the postoperative patient.

The patient's vital signs were stable, somewhat agitated, and woke up well after anesthesia.

In the current nationwide shortage of anesthesiologists, having a pair of highly skilled sisters as his anesthesiologists makes Zheng Ren feel very happy.

This is a team; otherwise, just anesthetic mishaps would be enough to give Zheng Ren a headache.

After making a round of the wards, when Zheng Ren saw the 16‑year‑old girl with acute appendicitis receiving a slow drip of antibiotics, her face twisted in pain, his mood instantly darkened.

In the upper‑right corner of his vision, the diagnostic background on the System Panel had turned bright red.

Although the patient showed no signs of perforation yet, the System's Big Pig Trotter, through certain details, told Zheng Ren that the patient's disease was plummeting into an unfathomable abyss.

No!

Zheng Ren frowned, too lazy to communicate with the patient's family, and left the ward directly.

If the patient's appendix perforates and the family still refuses Shou Bing treatment, acute peritonitis—that would be deadly!

Is Fan Tian Shui strong? In terms of physical fitness, Zheng Ren has never seen anyone stronger than him in his life.

But just acute appendicitis, perforation, peritonitis—this iron‑clad man is made to suffer worse than death.

When faced with a difficult problem, what should one do if they can't solve it themselves?

Of course, go find Director Pan.

Su Yun tries to make me take the blame; I have to find Director Pan to take the blame—this is the natural duty of a senior doctor.

With sufficient staff in the Jizhenbingfang, Director Pan no longer runs to the government office three or five times a day. He holds down the Emergency Department, and despite being nearly seventy, he still charges on the front lines.

Zheng Ren arrived at Director Pan's office door, knocked, heard the voice inside, and pushed the door open to enter.

"Zheng Ren, anything up?" Director Pan adjusted his reading glasses, set aside the journal in his hand, and there was also an English‑Chinese dictionary beside him.

"Director, there's a patient with acute appendicitis in the ward." Zheng Ren didn't waste time on pleasantries; instead of making small talk for a few minutes, he got straight to the point, explained the patient's diagnosis and his own judgment, then said: "The family side is very tricky; I have no good solution."

Director Pan lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, his eyes slightly closed.

A few minutes later, he asked: "Where is the patient's family address?"

"Lianhua Township, Zhonghe Village, Fifth Row, Fifteenth Group." Zheng Ren remembered it very clearly.

"Hmm." Director Pan nodded slightly, took out a notebook, and let his finger slide slowly down the page, reading line by line.

After flipping through several pages, he finally found the needed phone number.

He picked up the landline and dialed out.

"Er Zhuzi, I'm your Uncle Pan." As the call connected, Director Pan said heartily.

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless—did Director Pan really have such extensive connections? He had no idea where Lianhua Township was, yet Director Pan could just pick up a notebook and find the person on the other side.

"Huh? Then go call him to answer the phone." Director Pan said.

Soon, a voice came from the other end speaking.

"Er Zhuzi, you kid are awesome—there's even someone dedicated to answering your phone."

"Oh, I'm down in the countryside. No small talk—don't bother sending New Year goods; I didn't even eat what you sent last year."

"Getting to the point, I have a patient from Zhonghe Village whose family refuses surgery. The patient's condition is critical; without surgery he'll likely die—think of a solution."

Zheng Ren was speechless.

From the meaning of the speech, Director Pan's contact was likely a cadre such as the township head of Lianhua Township.

Ginger, the older the spicier.

Director Pan simply didn't discuss this with the patient's family; he went straight to the local officials.

This is also a way to solve the problem, and it's very likely the best way.

After chatting for a few minutes on that end, Director Pan finally hung up.

"Zheng Ren, will you have time this Evening when the Zhonghe Village town head comes to the hospital?"

"I have, I have." Zheng Ren sweated heavily.

"Mm, just have Chang Yue and Su Yun accompany him together." Director Pan said.

Uh...

"In the countryside, he drinks heavily. If we don't get him drunk and send him back lying down, next time things will be troublesome." Director Pan said with a hearty laugh.

"Okay." Zheng Ren made a slight Jiu Gong, expressing his respect for Director Pan.

Although they were already quite familiar, Director Pan's position in Zheng Ren's heart was completely different from that of others.

Respect, it comes from the Inner Mind.

After leaving Director Pan's office, Zheng Ren took out his phone, having just informed Su Yun and Chang Yue of the matter, he looked up and saw a patient walk by beside him, and he froze.