Chapter 626: 617 I'll Just Treat Him as My Patient

Zheng Renye felt troubled, just having come back, still wanting to chat a bit more privately with Xie Yiren. But the professor's side had already booked the airplane ticket for him……

He wanted to refuse, but seeing Professor Rudolf Wagner's earnest gaze, and Director Kong's subtle urging, Zheng Ren sighed inwardly and thought, "Then I'll go."

Anyway, Xiao Yi Ren had given him leave, Zheng Ren felt especially sure about it—this kind of time required the leader's approval for leave.

After eating, the professor couldn't wait, early on grabbing Zheng Ren's rolling suitcase and making various motions, hinting that it was nearly time to go; if they didn't head to the airport soon, they'd likely delay the schedule.

Being stared at by the restless professor made him feel creepy; in the end, Zheng Ren helplessly hugged Xie Yiren goodbye and hurriedly set off on the journey.

Just having picked Zheng Ren up from Capital International Airport, fed him a meal, and sent him off again, all in a rush, even the usually laid‑back Xie Yiren felt a sense of unreality.

At the airport, the person Director Kong contacted delivered Zheng Ren a passport that was still slightly warm.

The photo on it was Zheng Ren's work photo taken in Hai Cheng.

Zheng Ren was quite impressed with Director Kong's work efficiency—could this actually work?

He had originally thought of dragging things out for a week or two without a passport, but Director Kong settled it just like that.

Although Director Kong said nothing, Zheng Ren could sense the underlying eager expectation in his words.

After the three of them passed security, Professor Rudolf Wagner finally let out a breath of relief.

At last, he had pulled Zheng Lao Ban onto the road to Stockholm; exactly what Zheng Ren could do there, the professor also couldn't say clearly.

But with him nearby, the professor always felt his heart at ease.

"Where are we going?" Upon arriving at the VIP lounge for departure, Zheng Ren asked helplessly.

"This is practically a kidnapping—I don't even know where we're headed, only that we're going to perform a surgery."

"Don't we need to examine the patient before the surgery?"

"Perhaps this counts as a kind of flying knife technique? But it's far too casual."

"Boss, you couldn't possibly be unaware of the most basic information about the Nobel Prize, could you?" Su Yun said helplessly; as a doctor, not caring about the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine made Zheng Ren seem like an oddball.

"Isn't it because you and Fugui'er are busy with this?" Zheng Ren said, showing no embarrassment at all, laughing lightly.

"We're going to the Karolinska Institute for Medical Surgery Research in Stockholm, Fugui'er, right?"

"Yeah." The professor nodded, his golden hair flowing, "Doctor Mei Ha'er oversees the review work at the Karolinska Institute for Medical Surgery Research in Stockholm; the project was recommended by Doctor Mei Ha'er. Boss, so you need to take this seriously."

"Okay, I'll just treat him as my patient and will be very attentive." Zheng Ren nodded.

Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun frowned simultaneously; Zheng Ren's remark was certainly fine.

But,

It just sounded like something felt off.

Could an ordinary patient from Hai Cheng be mentioned in the same breath as Doctor Mei Ha'er of the Karolinska Institute for Medical Surgery Research in Stockholm?

No way.

Zheng Ren's train of thought is just too bizarre.

The two fell silent; Zheng Ren also sensed the atmosphere was a bit strange, but after thinking, he felt he hadn't said anything wrong.

"Boss, Doctor Mei Ha'er's situation is somewhat special." Professor Rudolf Wagner recalled something and said, "I performed an interventional procedure on him; when the guidewire was withdrawn, its tip already showed a fresh thrombus."

"Oh? Is the clotting mechanism really that bad?"

"Yeah, especially bad." The professor said, "Otherwise they wouldn't have chosen a minimally invasive interventional approach to treat his prostate disease. I've looked at his coronary artery images; after stent placement, within a few months all three coronary arteries were over 90% blocked, and now they're probably up to 95%."

"This is going to be tough." Zheng Ren mused, "I feel like there's no need to do a prostate interventional procedure at all."

That's what he said, but Zheng Ren understood the patient's feelings.

He once had a colon cancer patient who, after surgery, developed a stoma and suffered liver metastasis. The patient was treated for liver metastases in Sheng Cheng, with good results.

If the treatment continued calmly like this, Zheng Ren estimated the patient could maintain for about three years without issue.

But the patient had a colonic stoma on his abdomen, with feces flowing into an external drainage bag; he constantly felt uncomfortable, unlike a normal person, and insisted on undergoing a second‑stage operation to fix it.

After repeated dissuasion, the patient told Zheng Ren, "I now feel like I'm not even human."

By the time the conversation reached that point, Zheng Ren had nothing to say in reply.

After the surgery, the patient indeed suffered a blow to his immunity, which plummeted, causing explosive tumor growth, and he died a few months later.

It's likely that Doctor Mei Ha'er's situation is similar to the patients Zheng Ren has seen before; once they accept that life is limited, many choose to die with dignity.

At the very least, when they die they should still be like a person.

Zheng Ren thought, as Professor Rudolf Wagner pulled out his notebook, opened it, and found Doctor Mei Ha'er's data and images, along with the intraoperative X‑ray from the previous surgery.

While waiting for the flight, Zheng Ren began to study.

Since they had decided to go ahead with the surgery, they might as well treat him as their own patient—that's what Zheng Ren thought in his heart.

And that's what they did.

Doctor Mei Ha'er is already 85 years old; a year ago, after a myocardial infarction, he underwent coronary artery stenting.

His liver and kidney functions are already poor, and his heart function is not good either—this person… is so old that all his organ functions have aged.

In other words, Doctor Mei Ha'er has reached the end of his natural lifespan.

As for the prostate, in Zheng Ren's view, that's the mildest of ailments.

Even if the procedure went well, Doctor Mei Ha'er's heart would have at most about a year of functional time left.

Perhaps even a year is an optimistic estimate.

Judging by the degree of coronary blockage, and after discussing the interventional situation with Fugui'er, Zheng Ren estimated that Doctor Mei Ha'er could die at any moment from a heart attack.

All this is futile; the hope of this person living long enough to see the Nobel Prize review is really slim.

This is from a utilitarian perspective, but Zheng Ren said he would treat him as his own patient.

If we look from the patient's point of view, letting him pass with dignity is also a fairly good option.

Not only does it follow the patient's own wishes, but it also strives to improve the quality of his remaining survival time.

Do as much as you can.

"Fugui'er, is this place acting up again with your old problem?" Zheng Ren pointed at the X‑ray image recorded in the notebook and said.

"Is there a problem with that corner?" Professor Rudolf Wagner was stunned for a moment.

"Stupid, Fugui'er, do you still remember the patient you treated in Hai Cheng? The third group of capillaries is similar to this, right? Boss hit you with the hemostatic forceps three times? Right, Boss."

"Two times, the third time I was about to hit, but didn't follow through, and he changed his technique." Zheng Renhe said firmly.

"..." The professor was speechless, what are these two guys talking about? How can they remember so clearly!