Chapter 570: 561 Pretending, Keep Pretending

561 Pretending, Keep Pretending! (Alliance Leader Bored, Fighting Bonus Chapter 1)

Zheng Ren opened his eyes in a daze and heard the phone beside his pillow ringing.

It turned out he hadn't woken naturally; he'd been woken by the phone.

Looking outside, there was already light; he guessed it was past six. Good, good.

Zheng Ren picked up the phone, saw it was Director Sun calling, and instantly felt alert.

This unconscious change came from being frightened, not from respect for Director Sun.

An 11‑month‑old child's physiology differs from an adult's; even the recovery period has subtle differences, something Haicheng Shi Yiyuan has no experience with.

But at the time, with acute intussusception, there was neither time nor opportunity to send the child to the children's hospital in the provincial capital.

After opening the abdomen, the intestine already showed ischemic changes; delaying a few more hours might really require resection of a segment.

He answered the call anxiously, and Director Sun's voice came through.

"Chief Zheng, I have an old fellow townsman who is suspected of acute intestinal obstruction. He came early this morning and has already been admitted." Director Sun said: "You know my situation; could you trouble Chief Zheng to help with the surgery? I'm afraid I…"

Oh, that's how it is.

Zheng Ren relaxed, his body went limp, he flopped back onto the bed, and said with a smile: "No problem, Director Sun, I'll go see him right away."

Saying that, he hung up.

Yang Lei also woke up, having been staring at Zheng Ren with a tense face. He too had been frightened, working over thirty hours straight—who wouldn't want to rest peacefully?

But hearing Zheng Ren's words, it seemed to be a matter for the Second General Surgery Department, so Yang Lei relaxed.

"Chief Zheng, if it's surgery, should I go up to assist?" Yang Lei asked.

"No need." Zheng Ren said: "It's just an intestinal obstruction, nothing serious."

Yang Lei felt a little odd, watching Zheng Ren get up, put on his white coat, and walk out, sighing.

Intestinal obstruction, in the General Surgery Department, can be major or minor.

If it's recurrent intestinal obstruction, opening the abdomen reveals adhesions everywhere; freeing and loosening them is a real test of a general surgeon's skill.

Yet Zheng Ren actually said outright, "It's just an intestinal obstruction," and left it at that.

What confidence that takes.

He felt himself drifting further from his old comrades. Yang Lei felt a bit lost, spaced out for a moment, then got up, washed up, and prepared to hand over his shift and go home.

Zheng Ren made his way to the Second General Surgery Department. The on‑duty Inpatient Chief, who knew Zheng Ren from the same batch, saw him approach and hurriedly greeted: "Chief Zheng, is it Director Sun who sent for you?"

"Hmm, what patient?" Zheng Ren asked.

The patient is a 65‑year‑old man admitted for four days of abdominal pain accompanied by cessation of flatus and bowel movements via the anus." The General Surgery doctor reported the patient's condition to Zheng Ren.

The more he spoke, the stiffer his tone became.

After all, we were all assigned together, but now there's an unfathomable gulf between us.

If he could stay calm all the time, this Inpatient Chief would actually be quite a figure.

But no matter how unhappy or unwilling he is, he still has to respect the senior doctor's orders.

"The patient developed mid‑upper abdominal pain without obvious trigger a day ago, presenting as intermittent colic, severe and unbearable. After an episode it can subside on its own, accompanied by cessation of flatus and bowel movements via the anus. No nausea or vomiting, no abdominal distension. After symptomatic treatment at the local hospital there was no noticeable improvement, and this morning he came to our hospital for consultation." The Inpatient Chief finished speaking, glanced at Zheng Ren, and said: "Chief Zheng, the only imaging we have is an abdominal CT; could you take a look?"

"Okay."

Zheng Ren didn't first go see the patient; he went into the office, inserted the patient's films into the viewer, and began reviewing them.

The patient's films are a whole‑abdomen CT from a county‑level hospital below; the resolution is slightly poorer than that of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan's CT, but still barely readable.

"The report from below says—post‑operative bowel changes, partial dilation of intestinal loops, visible fluid levels, localized bowel wall thickening, diffuse increase in fat density in the peritoneal cavity, and a small amount of peritoneal fluid." The Inpatient Chief of the Second General Surgery Department said.

This is also a "problem" of the General Surgery Department.

Honestly, not many doctors can truly read a CT scan. Here, "understanding" means genuine comprehension, not a vague impression or just a rough look.

Many doctors habitually read the report first, then combine it with what they see to make a judgment.

Zheng Ren remained silent, focusing on the films; he didn't hear a word the Inpatient Chief of the Second General Surgery Department said.

The Inpatient Chief, mid‑sentence, also realized this, pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and stood to the side.

After a few minutes, Zheng Ren grew puzzled and took out his phone.

"Fugui'er, come to the Second General Surgery Department on the twelfth floor," Zheng Ren said. "If you can't find it, have Yang Lei bring you."

The Inpatient Chief felt delighted inside.

"Pretending, eh? Let you pretend! You can't read the film, so you're calling in outside help."

The news that Professor Rudolf Wagner had come to the Emergency Ward of Haicheng Shi Yiyuan Hospital was known throughout the hospital.

After the initial surprise, everyone gradually got used to it.

No one cared what a foreign professor was doing in Haicheng; they were just looking for novelty.

The Inpatient Chief felt contempt inside, but said nothing; his expression remained gentle, with a faint smile.

Soon, Professor Rudolf Wagner strode into the Second General Surgery Department.

"Boss, ha‑ha?" the professor asked as he entered the room.

"Fugui'er, come look at this film—I feel something's off," Zheng Ren said, resting his chin in his hand as he carefully examined the images.

Professor Rudolf Wagner moved closer; he didn't dare crowd Zheng Ren, but used his shoulder to shove the Inpatient Chief of the Second General Surgery Department to the side.

The Inpatient Chief didn't dare complain; he simply changed his position.

He secretly hoped Zheng Ren would make a mistake, but since the patient was his own, if the surgery went wrong he'd also be dragged down.

When the patient lay in bed, perhaps his relatives wished him dead, perhaps his children wished him dead, perhaps even everyone in the world wished him dead—but only his attending physician hoped he would live, at least long enough to finish discharge paperwork and walk out of the hospital doors.

The Inpatient Chief's mood was somewhat complex, his gaze even more so. Watching Zheng Ren and the blond‑blue‑eyed professor review the films together felt like a time slip.

"Boss, there's a problem with this film." The professor glanced and said: "Here, here, here!"

He reached out, tapped three or four spots with his finger, and said:

What the professor said was exactly what Zheng Ren had been wondering.

CT scan, each layer interval only a few milliseconds. But on the images, subtle differences can be seen.

This is also where Zheng Ren is puzzled.

"Boss, this area has a problem, let's open and have a look." The professor looked at it for three minutes and said.

Zheng Ren remained silent, just looking at the patient's images, not agreeing with the professor's opinion, but also not expressing opposition.

The abnormality on the images gave Zheng Ren a feeling, as if a pregnant woman were pregnant, that this 65-year-old male patient had nurtured a life in his abdomen.

This damn is too fantastical.

But no matter how Zheng Ren analyzed or reconstructed it, the conclusion was the same.

Gu strange!

"Which ward is the patient in?" Zheng Ren decided, let's first look at the patient then talk.

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Today is March 8 and the second day of the second lunar month; everyone, happiness and peace. Last night, the Li Chen mentioned earlier…… uh, Li Chen gave me a call. After the New Year, he was hospitalized for a follow-up check; it was still fine, he could go home and continue observation; after 2-3 months, another check-up; if there is an issue, Shou Bing; if not, continue observation; it's been three years since the procedure.

He was hospitalized but had no IV drip, just examinations; after finishing the exams he was discharged and went home. Isn't today February 2? Yesterday he was at home preparing pig trotters…… suddenly he thought of Zheng Ren's Big Pig Trotter. The knife cut his hand, the tendon ruptured.

Yesterday he completed discharge procedures; if he hadn't been discharged, I really wouldn't know what to do. Could be considered a medical negligence inside the Hospital, causing patient injury? A small hospital, it has the troubles of a small hospital. Having thought about some things, Lao Li probably won't say anything; after all, it's been three years, the relationship is very good.

A few words of nonsense, wishing everyone happiness and peace. Soon to reach ten thousand average subscriptions, I really love you all.