Chapter 51: 0050 Suspected Nasal NK/T-Cell Lymphoma

"Please speak." Zheng Ren said.

Generally, when patients' families treat doctors to a meal, they all want to communicate and build good feelings, so that seeing a doctor later will be easier.

But this kind of problem probably shouldn't be what the richest man in Hai Cheng is considering, Zheng Ren vaguely felt it was another troublesome matter.

"Then it'll be troublesome, Doctor Zheng." Bu Li clapped her hands, and a female assistant walked in holding a stack of films.

"These are my younger brother's films." Bu Li said.

Zheng Ren noticed that when Bu Li said the two words "younger brother", there was some indescribable annoyance in her brow.

"Please excuse me, Doctor Zheng, he's my half-brother." Bu Li keenly sensed Zheng Ren's fleeting thought, explained in a sentence, then continued: "His nasal cavity has been ulcerated for the past six months, and no treatment has improved it."

This should be seen in the Department of Idiots, but I'm a general surgeon. Zheng Ren muttered to himself while pretending to listen carefully.

Domestic top experts suspect it's nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma, but after three pathological tissue biopsies, the results were all inflammation. Bu Li said: "The old master worried too much, overtaxed his spirit, and later examinations revealed pancreatic cancer."

Zheng Ren had no interest in the grudges of wealthy families, even though he had sketched out the countless grudges and grievances of Hai Cheng's richest family from Bu Li's words.

This kind of gossip can be deadly; Zheng Ren doesn't want to get involved.

So he picked up a thick stack of films, just about to look at them against the light, when Bu Li's assistant immediately brought in a brand-new film viewer from outside.

"Damn, that's professional," Zheng Ren thought admiringly; no wonder he's the richest man in Hai Cheng.

"I want to see the patient in person."

"He's somewhat irritable; I doubt he'll allow a physical exam." Bu Li said.

"Just a glance is enough; I already have a rough guess." Zheng Ren said.

Without seeing the patient, how would I know if it's nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma? Specialty doctors who've practiced for decades can't diagnose it, yet you let a general surgeon do the diagnosis—is this like rushing to see any doctor for an acute illness?

But luck seems to be on my side—I ran into myself who has a system attached.

Zheng Ren's words left Bu Li and Third Master stunned for a moment; their eyes met, and Third Master then quietly left.

The room fell silent; the chefs had already cleared away when the assistant entered.

Zheng Ren pretended to be serious, but actually absentmindedly examined the films in his hand, comparing them one by one. Calculating from when he started school, he's been a doctor for over ten years; his prime youth has been devoted to this. Whether he can understand is one thing, but he still has the ability to feign professionalism.

More than twenty minutes later, an arrogant voice came from the hallway. The voice was somewhat muffled, and Zheng Ren couldn't make out what he was saying.

Soon, the room door opened.

Third Master walked in, holding a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy in one hand.

"Please excuse me, Doctor Zheng." Third Master said, "The child has seen doctors too many times and has developed resistance toward hospitals and doctors."

Zheng Ren stared in astonishment as Third Master effortlessly held a struggling boy with one hand, admiring inwardly; no wonder those people treat Third Master with such respect. Just the strength in that hand must be several hundred catties.

When he saw that child, a case and final diagnosis appeared in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's vision.

Zheng Ren was now somewhat at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Aristocratic families, truly chaotic.

"Third Master, you're being polite; let the child go—this fuss isn't proper." Zheng Ren said.

Standing behind Third Master, one person's face turned ***: "Miss, are you humiliating the young master?"

"Hmm?" Bu Li drew out a nasal sound, glanced askance at that person, with a hint of fierceness in her phoenix eyes.

"You say bring the young master over, then you seize him. Just a glance and you let him go—do you think you're playing monkey?" That person showed no retreat: "The old master is ill, the young master's mood is also bad, and he even had a nosebleed at noon today. If you continue to mistreat the young master, causing his condition to worsen, I will certainly report this to the old master."

"Whatever." Bu Li waved her hand, utterly unconcerned.

That person gritted his teeth, yet had no recourse against Bu Li, could only look at Zheng Ren and say: "Which hospital's professor are you?"

He emphasized the word "professor" with a biting tone, his mocking attitude unmistakable.

Zheng Ren is under thirty; no matter how you look at him, he doesn't seem like a professor.

"Not worthy of it." Zheng Ren didn't mind; having encountered all sorts of hospital matters, this mocking tone was just a gust of wind, and he felt nothing.

"You've dragged the young master here, and you still haven't figured out what illness he has?" That person said harshly.

"Outrageous!" Bu Li shouted, "He's the doctor who performed surgery on the old master."

"The professor who performed surgery on the old master is Mori Ichiro! Today, if Miss doesn't give an explanation, I'll take the young master to ask the old master for an explanation! Bu Family, what you say now doesn't count!"

Zheng Ren felt a headache; the grudges of wealthy families—truly boring.

"You sure you want to hear?" Zheng Ren tilted his head, a smile on his lips, looking at that person.

"How?"

"If you want to hear, come inside and close the door."

Third Master and Bu Li were also somewhat surprised, but neither spoke; they just silently watched Zheng Ren.

"The condition is somewhat special; there's no one here who shouldn't listen, right?" Zheng Ren asked.

"If you have something to say, say it; if you have a fart, let it out!" That person was impatient.

"If there isn't, that's good." Zheng Ren pointed to the most recent MRI scan on the viewer and said: "The patient's imaging diagnosis is fine; it indeed shows the symptoms of nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma."

"But judging from the medical history, this diagnosis doesn't hold."

"Nonsense!" That person grew even more impatient.

"I think the patient has been using some prohibited substances." Zheng Ren said.

One sentence, like tossing a small stone into a pond, sent ripples spreading.

Third Master's expression froze, as if deep in thought.

Bu Li was somewhat puzzled, looking at Zheng Ren. He had only glanced at the patient, then spent over twenty minutes looking at the MRI scans—how did he make the diagnosis?

The senior professors from Di Du and Modu never spoke with such certainty—where does his confidence come from?

"Nonsense!" That person shouted angrily, then looked at Bu Li and said harshly: "Everything that happened today, I will certainly report to the old master."

"Whatever." Bu Li asked: "Doctor Zheng, he has no needle marks on his body."

"It's mixed with glass shards; inhaling it causes the nasal capillaries to rupture, letting it enter the bloodstream directly, increasing pleasure."

The child held in Third Master's hand suddenly stopped struggling, looking at Zheng Ren with some Fear, as if seeing a ghost.

He had done this very secretly, never expecting it to be easily seen through.

"Go to the Hospital for a blood test; if you were still having a nosebleed this morning, the chemical substances in your blood should not have been fully metabolized and can be detected." Zheng Ren finally said.

Seeing Zheng Ren's confident statement, the child looked panicked, and the other three immediately believed his words.

This must be it; who could have imagined that the actual truth would be like this?!

Third Uncle put the child down, clasped his hands, and said: "This old man has misjudged; Doctor Zheng is truly hiding his abilities."

Zheng Ren didn't think about the deeper meaning of Third Uncle's words; he didn't care whether Third Uncle was from Bu Li or the person holding this child, the struggle over the wealthy family's property, these messy affairs, in the end it will inevitably be a mess.

Another person looked puzzled, seeing the boy being set down, wanting to step forward to support him. But upon suddenly hearing the actual truth, his legs went weak; as he took a step, he stumbled and almost fell.

"Doctor Zheng, you must be tired; I'll have someone send you back." Third Uncle remained as usual, and Zheng Ren didn't want to linger, so he left following Third Uncle's words.

At the door stood a line of people in black clothes; the leader was precisely the burly man who had been holding a baseball bat in the emergency room yesterday, whom Third Uncle called Xiao Liu.

"Send Doctor Zheng home." Third Uncle arranged, saying, "Also, regarding the matter this afternoon, give Doctor Zheng an explanation."

After saying that, Third Uncle clasped his hands and bade farewell.

"Doctor Zheng, please this way." Xiao Liu said politely.

"May I ask your esteemed surname?" Zheng Ren said.

"You're being polite; just call me Xiao Liu. You are the benefactor of the Bu Family, and thus also my benefactor; what's with all the surname formalities?" Xiao Liu's tone was humble to the dust, always wearing a smile, no longer having the arrogant demeanor of when he wielded a baseball bat in the emergency room.

Out the gate, a person stood outside, lost and dispirited; Zheng Ren frowned.