Chapter 642: 633 Addiction to Weight Loss

"Little Lin, what's wrong?" Director Kong glanced at the number, picked up and said.

I just got a call from Zheng Lao Ban; if you want to treat someone to a meal, now's a good time.

Okay, then I'll ask Zheng Lao Ban for his opinion.

After saying that, Director Kong hung up the phone.

"Zheng Lao Ban, Lin JiaoJiao's call says she wants to treat you to a meal." Director Kong said, "Are you tired on your end?"

Zheng Ren wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the box of limited‑edition radish cubes Lin JiaoJiao had sent him, he couldn't bring himself to say no.

They not only bought it, they even rushed to send it to Hai Cheng—this is a big favor.

He glanced at Xie Yiren; Xiao Yi Ren was fine with it either way.

"Okay, Director Kong, then I'll trouble Sister Lin." Zheng Ren forced out a smile.

Director Kong was quite curious, curious that Zheng Ren actually agreed.

Although Zheng Ren had once opened an eye artery for Lin JiaoJiao in Di Du, making them acquainted, that was Zheng Ren doing Lin JiaoJiao a big favor; given his temperament, he shouldn't have reluctantly agreed.

But he didn't ask, called Lin JiaoJiao back, agreed on a place, and drove straight there.

This time Lin JiaoJiao chose a place not in the city center, but a clubhouse beside the Shangzhuang Reservoir.

Anyway, rather than being stuck on the second and third ring roads, it's faster to drive out of the city.

Moreover, Shangzhuang isn't far; it's much closer than the Thirteen Tombs Reservoir or similar places, convenient.

All the way driving to Shangzhuang Reservoir, Director Kong inquired about the details of this trip to Stockholm.

Zheng Ren said a few words, then Su Yun took over the conversation.

The process of rescuing Dr. Mei Ha'er was already extremely perilous, and moreover, even world‑top hospitals and interventional cardiologists were helpless; Zheng Ren actually solved the problem, which left Director Kong utterly amazed.

"This young Boss Zheng can even handle vascular interventions? And he seems to be at world‑top level; Director Kong once again updated his impression of Zheng Ren in his mind."

Regarding Dr. Mei Ha'er's statement that at least 3000 surgeries are needed, Director Kong had long expected this. He instructed Zheng Ren to preserve all the data from the cases done in Hai Cheng and Sheng Cheng, plus those that Gao Shaojie would later do in Sheng Cheng.

Not only must they be preserved, but various data must also be retained according to the award's requirements for the reviewers.

The professor's side had corresponding requirements, saying they would send it to Gao Shaojie tomorrow to have him organize the TIPS surgery patient data in Northern Province.

The car took the ring road, and it wasn't congested.

Around four o'clock, they arrived at Shangzhuang Reservoir.

It was mid‑March, warm spring with blooming flowers, a expanse of light new green.

At this time of year, Di Du doesn't have any special scenery either. I guess Lin JiaoJiao knew Zheng Ren likes quiet, so she chose such a secluded spot.

The car wound through seven or eight turns, and soon a courtyard house came into view.

Lin JiaoJiao stood at the door, behind her the assistant who had gone to Hai Cheng last time, having waited a long while.

Upon seeing Zheng Ren, Lin JiaoJiao was very enthusiastic. But when she saw Xie Yiren, she guessed this was the little girlfriend to whom Zheng Ren had sent the radish cubes, so she directed more of her enthusiasm toward Xie Yiren.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they entered the courtyard house.

The courtyard was deep in spring, with a special charm. Though small, it was exquisitely refined, not northern in style but with a touch of Suzhou‑Hangzhou flavor.

They ushered Zheng Ren inside; the professor followed behind, finding everything novel.

Lin JiaoJiao knew this was a world‑renowned professor, and patiently explained to him the origins of the various buildings.

Her tone was gentle, but her experience and insight were not to be underestimated. Zheng Ren thought the buildings were quite ordinary, yet Lin JiaoJiao recited countless allusions and secrets, official and unofficial histories, pulling them out effortlessly, leaving the professor stunned one after another.

Zheng Ren also felt a sigh; Lin JiaoJiao leaving the hospital, it's no wonder she could manage such a big enterprise—she's naturally versatile and adept, something he could never be.

It was spring; Lin JiaoJiao had prepared kai‑jiang fish, inviting a chef from Fuxiulou to handle the cooking. Looking at what seemed like an ordinary meal, every detail showed careful preparation.

There weren't many other guests; just this group plus Lin JiaoJiao. Su Yun and Chang Yue kept Director Kong company with some drinks.

Seeing Zheng Ren almost done eating, Lin JiaoJiao smiled and said, "Boss Zheng, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Sister Lin, please speak." Zheng Ren also learned from the people of Di Du to say "nin" (polite you).

Just like the Japanese, bowing to apologize is merely a habit, not a sign of genuine respect.

When people of Di Du curse others, they also habitually use "nin" and similar terms.

"Sigh." Lin JiaoJiao let out a breath, "This matter is especially laughable. A friend's daughter gained a little weight, and she started going on about losing weight."

Zheng Ren remained silent, listening quietly.

"We've tried every method, but it didn't work well. She's especially gluttonous; her weight just won't come down." Lin JiaoJiao sighed again and said, "Later she came to me; although I'm in medical aesthetics, I'm also an insider who's left the circle, and we don't do those fraudulent things."

Zheng Ren nodded; he didn't know anything about medical aesthetics either.

"The child asked for my opinion, but I don't have any good solutions here. You said, losing weight is nothing more than controlling the mouth and moving the legs; if you can't control your mouth, no method will work."

"Indeed," Zheng Ren nodded.

One could feel the flab getting closer.

"Later this kid somehow heard somewhere that surgery can treat obesity, and started pestering me to connect her with a doctor for an operation. I refused—this isn't nonsense, is it?" Lin JiaoJiao was a bit indignant, but she kept her emotions under control.

"Indeed." Zheng Ren knew that obesity can be treated surgically, the options being only a few; the simplest is gastric banding—tying a strap around the stomach so food can't get in.

But this procedure has many drawbacks and has been gradually phased out.

Then there are gastric bypass, sleeve gastrectomy, and biliopancreatic diversion with duodenal switch.

Though the procedures differ, the principle is the same: shrink the stomach so one can't eat as much, even if they want to.

Zheng Ren felt a stir, looking at Lin JiaoJiao, waiting for her to continue.

"After I refused her, she went to a few other doctors, but none would operate on her. You say, an eighteen‑ or nineteen‑year‑old girl having two‑thirds of her stomach removed—isn't that just messing around?"

"Then what happened?"

"Afterward, she went through an underground black clinic to Xianggang to have a gastric bypass." Lin JiaoJiao said, sighing again.

"……" Zheng Ren was also speechless.

Gastric bypass, simply put, divides the stomach into a large and a small part; the small stomach holds food, while the large stomach and most of the small intestine are bypassed.

Doing this, not only is food intake reduced…… the key is that even if you want to eat, you can't. Moreover, because most of the small intestine is bypassed, nutrient absorption becomes problematic.

This way, it's impossible not to lose weight.

But, the harm this does to the human body is also enormous.