Chapter 601: with translation of chapter title

Waited nearly 20 Minute, the emergency internal medicine doctor found the lab report on the computer, printed it out, and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Uric acid: 1016 mmol/L.

The normal reference value for children is lower, about 180-300 mmol/L. The normal value may vary depending on the testing equipment, but a value above 1000 mmol/L undoubtedly proves the child's uric acid is too high.

Seeing the expectant looks of the child's family, Zheng Ren could only call them into the treatment room and tell them the harsh truth.

After 10 Minute, the child's parents left, holding the dazed child.

Zheng Ren spoke with certainty, but in the end he still, inexplicably, left a sentence.

This is only a preliminary diagnosis; if confirmed, genetic testing would need to be done in Di Du. Because the cost is too high, it is not recommended.

In the minds of patients and their families, doctors possess a strong authority to some extent.

Perhaps if I say this, the family will retain a glimmer of hope?

Zheng Ren dared not be certain.

Although this glimmer of hope means nothing, not saying something makes him feel uneasy.

After steadying his emotions, Zheng Ren then walked out of the treatment room.

A middle-aged man who looked somewhat familiar yet strange stopped Zheng Ren.

Appearing both familiar and strange, these two completely opposite emotions appearing in someone else are a manifestation of a split.

But appearing in Zheng Ren, a late-stage face-blind patient, it is utterly natural.

"Doctor Zheng!" the middle-aged man greeted with a smile, very enthusiastic.

"Who are you?" Zheng Ren asked doubtfully.

"I am surnamed Qin." The man was a little embarrassed but concealed it well, smiling as he said: "Not long ago, at 14 Wei Er Road, Cat-Dog House, Doctor Zheng, do you still remember?"

Um… the golden retriever named Harry had eaten a sock and needed surgery.

Zheng Ren suddenly recalled, and along with it came the memory of the beautiful female boss of Cat-Dog House… what was her name again?

Forgot.

"Hello, Mr. Qin." Zheng Ren had countless thoughts racing through his mind, but he did not forget to greet the other party.

What does he want? Is Harry having post-surgery complications and came to find me? But looking at Mr. Qin's expression, it doesn't seem so.

"My daughter keeps saying she wants to bring Harry to thank you." Mr. Qin said: "But Harry is old, so his recovery is slower… um, your surgery was excellent, with no problems; it's just that Harry is old."

Oh, I see. Zheng Ren's smile became a bit more natural.

"It's not that Harry can now walk a few steps and run a bit, and eats well. I had originally planned to come see you, Doctor Zheng, around New Year's, but I couldn't resist my daughter insisting that today she has time, so we came to see you."

"As long as the recovery is good."

"Doctor Zheng, do you have time?" Mr. Qin asked.

"How?"

"This is a hospital; bringing Harry in is always inconvenient. Many people don't like dogs, and if he frightens a child that would be bad. My daughter and Harry are in the car; if you have time……"

The blank part, Zheng Ren understood.

The little girl has already come; going out to take a look seems appropriate.

This should count as an unconventional communication between doctor and post‑operative patient. Although Harry is just a dog, an old golden retriever whose fur has faded, in Mr. Qin's and his daughter's eyes, Harry is family.

Following Mr. Qin, the two walked out of Jizhen Da Lou.

Inside it was warm as spring, outside the bitter wind howled. Zheng Ren didn't feel particularly cold, however; his physical condition had noticeable enhancement, which was obvious.

Just after walking out of Jizhen Da Lou, the rear door of a parked car opened and a yellow‑white golden retriever jumped down.

The dog is very old, its fur no longer pure, yellow and white mixed together.

It lunged straight at Zheng Ren, its tail wagging so hard that Zheng Ren worried it might snap off.

Harry panted, tongue out, rubbing his head against Zheng Ren's pant leg.

Mr. Qin worried Zheng Ren might not like dogs, and hurried to pull Harry away.

Zheng Ren waved his hand and gently stroked the dog's head.

A twelve‑ or thirteen‑year‑old girl then jumped out of the car and stood beside Mr. Qin.

"This is the Doctor Zheng you've been wanting to see—the one who performed Harry's surgery." Mr. Qin said.

The little girl then happily went behind Harry, politely bowed deeply to Zheng Ren, and said, "Doctor Zheng, thank you for performing Harry's surgery."

Um… this way of giving thanks… Zheng Ren had encountered it before, but just for a dog surgery—does one need to express inner gratitude like this?

Perhaps.

He was at a loss.

"Thanks to you, Dad never told me Harry was sick. He only told me after the surgery succeeded—how awful." The girl said coquettishly.

Mr. Qin smiled, "Doctor Zheng, thank you very much."

"It's fine." Zheng Ren quickly said.

Cradling Harry's head in his hands, Zheng Ren felt that this old dog, whose fur was no longer pure, seemed to know he was its lifesaver, and thus was especially affectionate toward him.

Of course, it's also possible that the dog is just naturally friendly to everyone.

It was cold outside; after chatting a few sentences, Mr. Qin prepared to take his leave.

The little girl refused to let go, insisting on taking a commemorative photo with Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren smiled and agreed.

Mr. Qin took out his phone; Zheng Ren half‑squatted beside Harry, the little girl stood on the other side of Harry, smiling innocently and brightly.

After the photo, Mr. Qin ushered the child and Harry into the car, then hurried back with Zheng Ren to the lobby of Jizhen Da Lou, left Zheng Ren's WeChat, saying he would later send a better photo, thereby expressing thanks once more before departing.

Through the transparent door, Zheng Ren saw the little girl and Harry waving at him from the car window.

The little girl's pink face bore a sincere smile, and Harry licked the fog he had left on the car window, as if trying to commit Zheng Ren's appearance to memory.

He waved, watched them depart, then turned and hurried toward Jizhenbingfang.

Zheng Ren walked slowly, the scarred face of the young patient with Lesch-Nyhan syndrome and the innocent face of the little girl gradually mingled together, finally turning into a void.

Upon reaching Jizhenbingfang, Zheng Ren's emotions had already returned to Calm.

He sat silently in front of the desk, turned off the computer monitor, then picked up General Surgery and continued reading.

Reading in the System Library, Skill points indeed increase faster than reading General Surgery, but Skill points are not directly all added to the General Surgery Department's Skill Tree.

The day the System descended, the Peak Experience of performing a pancreaticoduodenectomy still remains in Zheng Ren's heart.

Although it is unattainable, Zheng Ren still harbors an obsession, hoping that one day he too can stand before the Operating table with the Peak General Surgery surgical level.

After reading for a while, Zheng Ren's phone rang again.

He picked it up and saw that it was Director Xia of the Xiao Hua Nei Ke.