Chapter 494: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren waited a few minutes before the man came back in.

He glanced around, saw the female patient wasn't following behind, then came to Doctor Zheng's side and apologetically said: "Doctor Zheng, sorry, the information just now was all fake."

Zheng Ren had anticipated this, nodded, and wasn't surprised.

He reached out to take the film and inserted it into the viewer.

While viewing the film, the man said beside him: "We're already preparing to get married, the wedding is after the New Year. Half a month ago during a checkup, we discovered two large tumors in the liver; the doctor said the survival expectancy is no more than three months."

Zheng Ren looked at the film: the patient's right liver had two tumors, one relatively small, about 3 cm; the other was especially large, about 9 cm in diameter. In the left lobe of the liver, there were two suspicious spots, suspected to be new lesions, but not yet confirmed.

"Where's the real examination report?" Zheng Ren asked.

"I didn't dare take it," the man answered honestly: "She's very meticulous and also timid. These reports are something I painstakingly fabricated, only after comparing them with the genuine lab reports and finding no discrepancies did I dare to produce them."

"Do you have time to bring the reports over for me to look at?"

"No need, Doctor Zheng, I can memorize them." The man began to recite the lab report.

Not being in the medical field, yet able to memorize the lab report, and even recite it in full—this memory is already remarkably strong.

Even more remarkable is his mindset.

Zheng Ren felt somewhat moved, but upon hearing the alpha-fetoprotein level was 2863, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Doctor Zheng, Director Wang said that if this disease can be treated in Hai Cheng, it can be treated here with you. Even if we went to Sheng Cheng, it would be the same." The man asked hopefully: "What do you think..."

"We can try." Zheng Ren also didn't dare to overpromise.

"My expectations aren't high; I can't undergo surgery, only interventional treatment." The man said sincerely: "As long as we can make it past the New Year, we can get married. If you think it's not possible, I'll just hurry up and get married earlier."

This request... is uncommon.

Usually, when facing great disaster, people each go their own way.

"Your expectations have a relatively high chance of being realized." Zheng Ren said: "Go work on your fiancée's side and get admitted to the hospital as soon as possible."

The man fell silent, bowed deeply, then gathered the films and lab reports, tidied them up, thanked Zheng Ren a few times, and finally turned and left the emergency ward office.

Chang Yue and Zhong Min both felt moved; after sighing, Chang Yue asked: "Chief Zheng, what are the odds?"

"I don't know." Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

Malignant tumors, especially late-stage liver malignant tumors, being treatable like Zheng Yunxia's case, is a fortunate thing.

Although Zheng Ren now possesses the passive attributes Luck +8 and Interventional Surgery Proficiency +2, he still dares not claim he can cure.

Chang Yue also knows this depends on fate; doctors can only do their best. Yet she still feels a sigh, her eyes reddening.

Zheng Ren carefully examined the film when his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Teacher Gao, hello."

"Okay, then I'll head over early tomorrow morning."

"No need to be polite... oh, well. Then I won't stand on ceremony with you, and by the way, my assistant should come too."

"Fine, I'll send you my ID number via WeChat in a bit."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

Gao Shaojie acted extremely quickly, taking the high-speed rail back to Sheng Cheng and going straight to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. He carefully reviewed the patients' pre‑operative examination data, selected four cases suitable for TIPS surgery, and then called Zheng Ren.

Four cases—not too many, not too few—worth making the trip for.

Zheng Ren originally wanted to book his own ticket, but Gao Shaojie objected to everything, so Zheng Ren stopped insisting. How much are four round‑trip high‑speed rail tickets worth?

Teaching Gao Shaojie how to do the surgery hands‑on—if it could be measured in money, Gao Shaojie would probably have to sell his house in Sheng Cheng and still not be able to buy this opportunity.

Everyone understands that being overly meticulous can actually be counterproductive.

"Chief Zheng, are you going to Sheng Cheng tomorrow for surgery?" Chang Yue asked.

"Yes."

"Should we bring Fugui'er along?"

"Right, where's Fugui'er?" Zheng Ren realized he hadn't seen the professor.

"In the ward." Chang Yue laughed: "Fugui'er is quite research‑minded; he asked for a single room, saying he won't leave even at night, wants to sleep here. He wants to grasp all the data and then discuss it with you."

"Then we won't bring him; we'll go with Su Yun instead."

"Hope there's no emergency tonight." Chang Yue said with a chuckle.

A huge black cloud loomed over Zheng Ren's head, instantly accompanied by lightning and thunder.

If an emergency rescue happens late tonight, tomorrow's surgery might be ruined.

Just saying that on my side would make things difficult for Gao Shaojie.

However, Zheng Ren has little control over this; whether patients come or not, his say doesn't count.

Zheng Ren's plan is to go to Sheng Cheng during the day, finish the surgery, then take the high‑speed rail back at four or five o'clock. Director Pan will keep an eye on things during the day, and at night Zheng Ren will have to watch over it himself.

After chatting a few more words about the upstairs patient with the steel bar through him, the man and the female patient who had just left returned.

"Doctor Zheng, I've worked out her thoughts." The man said with a chuckle: "It's just a hemangioma; we took care of it right here."

"Doctor, will it hurt?" The female patient said somewhat timidly.

"There will be some pain, but it won't be severe; don't worry." Zheng Ren reassured her.

Next, Chang Yue began handling the admission formalities, arranging the ward, communicating with the patient's family—a series of tedious and boring tasks.

"Run the tests, wait for the results, then schedule the surgery for the day after tomorrow." Zheng Ren said.

Generally, patients are admitted the same day, blood is drawn early the next morning, after the lab results come back the paperwork is submitted the following day, and the surgery is performed the day after that.

This is already the fastest possible schedule for outpatient surgery.

Hai Cheng is after all not the capital; there, beds are tight, basically patients are examined upon admission, surgery is done the next or the day after, and they are sent home to recuperate without waiting for recovery.

Such turnover.

After finishing these matters, Zheng Ren went to the ward to take a look at Professor Rudolf Wagner.

The professor looked utterly exhausted, completely lacking the excitement one would feel after completing surgery.

But he still sat at the patient's bedside, with little Oliver recording various figures beside him.

Very strict.

"Fugui'er, is the patient stable?" Zheng Ren glanced and asked.

"Boss, it's especially good!" Professor Rudolf Wagner saw Zheng Ren arrive, then he perked up a bit, stood up and said: "I estimate there won't be symptoms of bladder weakness; the surgery was done really well!"

"Hmm, keep observing; call me if anything happens."

"Got it, Boss; I'll observe carefully, won't mess up." the professor said.

Zheng Ren smiled; at this moment, you couldn't tell from the professor's appearance that he had been playing the violin with his blond hair flying last night.

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Alliance Leader Sect Leader, extra chapter; let's go in chronological order.

We're going to Sheng Cheng~~