Chapter 522: 514 Please Do Me a Favor

Zheng Renhe and others gossiped about various BT reactions they had seen or heard of.

Chang Yue and they went to the cafeteria to eat, while Zheng Renze went alone to do the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.

Such matters, involving interpersonal relations, always require growth.

Although Zheng Ren felt helpless, he still steeled himself and took Li Chen to the CT room.

Li Chen appeared emotionally normal, but Zheng Ren knew this patient had been frightened into a daze.

No matter which hospital they went to, the doctors said the condition was serious and required hospitalization, which proved there was still a glimmer of hope.

However, the No. 2 Hospital refused to admit Li Chen, leaving him completely bewildered.

Anyone with sound judgment would realize that this illness of theirs was untreatable.

Yet his body felt hardly uncomfortable, while the doctor said the illness was beyond cure……

Li Chen must now be terrified to death; if his mental condition isn't treated first, he could be frightened to death.

As they walked, Zheng Ren broke the silence.

"Old Li, are you very afraid?" Zheng Ren got straight to the point and asked directly.

Li Chen startled for a moment, then forced himself to say: "It's fine; death is just death. Can people be immortal? It's just a matter of living a few more or fewer years."

Zheng Ren smiled, about to speak, when he heard Li Chen continue.

"Chief Zheng, I just feel a bit regretful; my son is in his fourth year of college, his grades are good, and after graduation he could stay at a big company in Pengcheng." Li Chen chattered on, recalling his son, as if only this could ease his inner fear.

"Hmm, you want to live at least until your son graduates, right?" Zheng Ren spoke frankly.

For a patient like Li Chen who already knows the truth, beating around the bush is not good.

Doing so would only make them think even more.

Li Chen nodded, his gaze complex as he looked at Zheng Ren.

"Chief Zheng, there's still half a year……"

"Old Li, in a moment I'll take you to do the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction." Zheng Ren said: "Besides you, I also have to personally do the films for another patient."

Li Chen didn't know what Zheng Ren meant, and silence followed at his side.

"Before this, the first time I performed a 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction on a patient was a female patient. When I met her, she was about to jump off a building." Zheng Ren said: "Her situation is very much like yours; after surgery, she relapsed, and various drugs had no effect."

Li Chen remained silent.

"After three surgeries, the patient has temporarily recovered. Well, it's only temporary—I'm saying this because I believe you understand." Zheng Ren said leisurely: "Old Li, your illness isn't untreatable; what I need now is your cooperation."

Hearing Zheng Ren's confident words, Li Chen felt hope ignite in his heart.

"Zheng……Chief Zheng, truly……really……can it really be cured?" Li Chen asked, stammering excitedly.

"The previous patient just temporarily recovered." Zheng Ren smiled and spoke gently: "Your condition will still need one or two interventional treatments to see how it goes. You also know that no treatment works for everyone; this depends on individual constitutions."

Li Chen nodded repeatedly; Zheng Ren's words were not grandiose but frank.

Yet the more he did so, the more he could earn the patient's trust.

Li Chen's lover stood beside him, eyes brimming with tears, silent and head lowered.

Soon, they arrived at the CT room.

Zheng Ren arrived a few minutes early; waiting a moment for Sister Zhao was trivial, but making Sister Zhao wait for him would be inconsiderate.

Coincidentally, the last patient's CT scan was finished; after Sister Zhao exchanged a few words with the patient, the patient said goodbye and left.

"Sister Zhao, sorry to trouble you again." Zheng Ren greeted her with a smile.

"Chief Zheng, your side is getting busier and busier." Sister Zhao, not minding much, joked with a smile: "I think from now on you'll just shoulder the main beam of the Intervention Department. Becoming a deputy chief physician, you'd be in charge of a whole department on your own."

"I don't have that ability." Zheng Ren laughed while ushering Sister Zhao into the room, his surgical hand picking up an oil card and slipping it silently into the pocket of her white coat without a trace of smoke or fire.

"What are you doing!" Sister Zhao was somewhat displeased.

"Sister, I'm always bothering you, and I feel bad about it in my heart. This is from the patient; I also have no car, so keeping it would be wasteful." Zheng Ren blurted out a white lie: "It's not much money, just a token; the patient is outside, so let's not argue—let the patient see us getting along."

Sister Zhao thought Zheng Ren's words made sense, and since the amount wasn't large, she agreed to leave it as is.

In the hospital, when people need favors, they either rely on personal connections or give red envelopes. These red envelopes are usually not from patients but are slipped in by familiar doctors and nurses.

The CT room doesn't receive many red envelopes, but it does get some.

Sister Zhao smiled and said: "It just so happens I have something to ask you, and you're being so polite—I don't even know what to say."

Zheng Ren glanced at the time and replied with an apologetic smile: "Sister Zhao, I'll do the CT while we talk."

Sister Zhao wasn't in a hurry either; she called Li Chen into the CT room, had him lie down, and then Zheng Ren began operating the machine.

Every time she watched Zheng Ren operate the machine, Sister Zhao felt a bit dazed.

Coming from the same academic background, usually diligent people like her pale in comparison to him. How did this Emergency Department Chief Zheng learn?

"Chief Zheng, my elderly neighbor was recently diagnosed with liver cancer." While Zheng Ren operated the machine, Sister Zhao sat aside and said: "The last time I saw you with a director from the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, was that real?"

"Yes, it's Gao Shaojie, the senior teacher of the Intervention Department at the Medical University."

"What is he doing here?"

"He's researching the TIPS procedure; it just so happens we need to do a 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction, so he came along to take a look." Zheng Ren performed the CT scan on Li Chen, which ended quickly.

The 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction mainly involves post‑scan reconstruction; the scan itself doesn't take much time.

Sister Zhao also wasn't rushed, asking questions as if making small talk.

After Li Chen finished the CT, Zheng Ren chased him away; he hadn't eaten since morning, and if he skipped lunch too, Zheng Ren feared he'd develop low blood sugar.

As for Zheng Ren himself not having eaten lunch yet, he had completely forgotten about it.

After the patient left, the CT room grew quiet.

Zheng Ren began the 64-slice CT three-dimensional reconstruction.

"You young folks, your growth and progress are so fast it makes us old-timers envious." Sister Zhao sighed.

"You say that, but it's just a coincidence." Zheng Ren chuckled perfunctorily, his hands achieving an APM of over 400 as he dizzily manipulated the machine to perform the 64‑slice CT three‑dimensional reconstruction.

Sister Zhao dared not look at the screen; last time she felt dizzy for three or five hours straight.

However, you could tell from the roar of the Siemens machine that its CPU had already begun running at high speed, even faintly reaching its limit.

"Chief Zheng, if you're familiar with Teacher Gao, please help get in touch. See if we can reserve a Bed Position soon, preferably able to undergo Shou Bing within half a month." Zhao Sister looked out the window and said.