Chapter 796: with translation of chapter title

"Zheng Lao Ban, I have a patient here, could you take a look?" The phone number was a Di Du number; Zheng Ren had no note, and upon connecting he went straight to the point.

Zheng Ren hesitated a moment; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Teacher Yang?" Zheng Ren asked tentatively.

"Don't worry about whether I'm a teacher or not, just call me brother." A hearty laugh came from the other side.

Indeed it was him; Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief.

This super guessing game, Zheng Ren really feared answering wrong; if he did, it would be as embarrassing as possible... but still better than the shopkeeper telling him it would tear easily.

"What patient?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Female patient, 33, right upper quadrant pain for five years, worsened three months ago. The local hospital diagnosed liver cancer and performed an interventional surgery, but the effect was poor and the lesion remains. All indicators are normal, alpha-fetoprotein not high. I think there's something wrong with the CT; this seems related to the Intervention Department. Please come take a look."

Professor Yang spoke very politely; Zheng Ren quickly exchanged a few pleasantries, glancing at Xie Yiren from the corner of his eye.

"Go back." Xiao Yi Ren made a mouth shape, saying nothing.

Zheng Ren understood, and his impression of Professor Yang improved somewhat.

This is a lifesaver; we must cooperate well with Professor Yang, definitely!

Zheng Ren immediately told Professor Yang that he wasn't at the hospital and would rush back right away.

Professor Yang had already guessed Zheng Ren wasn't at the hospital; the surgery had lasted until dawn, so at this time he should be catching up on sleep at home.

He hadn't expected that, unintentionally, he had saved Zheng Ren's life.

After hanging up, Zheng Ren carried several bags, his steps a bit lighter.

"What patient?" Xie Yiren asked.

"They said it was liver cancer, they'd done an interventional surgery at the local hospital, but the effect was poor, so they came to 912." Zheng Ren had just arrived, still lacking a sense of belonging to 912, and his wording reflected that, not "our place".

Xie Yiren said: "Sister Zheng had two follow-ups, both fine. Zheng Ren, do you think Sister Zheng has recovered?"

"No, she won't recover." Zheng Ren said: "There's a genetic issue, and she also has hepatitis B; the cirrhotic nodules could turn into small cancer lesions at any time. By the way, Sister Zheng should take Entecavir on schedule."

"Listening to your medical advice, she'll definitely take her medicine on time." Xie Yiren said with a smile, "If the hepatitis B virus activity is under control, the chance of recurrence will drop, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Zheng Yunxia's condition is now fine, almost a miracle. Her extra time on earth is like picking up windfalls; what more could she want?

The two chatted while heading to the parking lot.

After tossing all the bags into the trunk, Zheng Ren finally let out a breath.

The fatigue from shopping outweighs that of wearing lead clothing for a ten-hour surgery.

The weight of life is hard to bear.

But now it's fine; he needs to return to the hospital to look at the films and see the patient, and Zheng Ren exudes a sense of pleasure.

Seeing Zheng Ren happy, Xiao Yi Ren was also happy. Without thinking much, she started the car and rushed back to 912.

Back at the hospital, Xiao Yi Ren said she would wait for Zheng Ren in the car and not go up.

Not shopping, the transformation over, Xiao Yi Ren immediately felt a bit tired, too lazy to go upstairs.

Zheng Ren nodded and said, "I'll hurry down; you rest."

"No need, you do your work; I'll rest a bit in the car, no rush." Yi Ren said with a smile.

Zheng Ren gave an apologetic smile, then hurriedly jogged to the elevator and took it upstairs.

Arriving at the Intervention Department, a middle-aged man stood at the director's office door, looking left and right.

Zheng Ren guessed it was him, since Director Kong was still on the front line and hadn't returned, so no one should be coming to see him for treatment.

After changing into a white coat, Zheng Ren approached the man and asked, "Was it Teacher Yang who sent you?"

The man stared blankly.

"Yes, yes, yes, Teacher Yang asked me to come find Professor Zheng." The man said hurriedly.

"I'm Zheng Ren; give me the films to look at." Zheng Ren reached out.

But unexpectedly, his hand came up empty; the man looked at Zheng Ren bewildered, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

He's a young man; could he be a fraud?

He was very observant and immediately noticed Zheng Ren had no badge.

He must be a fraud, definitely!

The man frowned, stepped back half a step, and wondered: Could there be such occupational frauds in the 912 Hospital, taking advantage of patients' unfamiliarity with the hospital, exploiting the time gap to deceive people into going elsewhere for checks and prescriptions to make money?

Seeing the man's caution, Zheng Ren immediately realized and gave a wry smile.

This... really leaves nowhere to reason.

He's young, coming straight from the front lines with a bruised and swollen face, and indeed doesn't look like a dignified old professor.

Zheng Ren believed that if he went out to clinic together with Dr. Shen, and patients could freely choose, probably no one would come to see him.

Judging by appearance is a high-probability event.

But there was nothing to be done; Zheng Ren could only smile and withdraw his hand.

The two stared at each other, the situation deadlocked.

"Boss, you're back, huh?" Professor Rudolf Wagner came out of the ward, saw Zheng Ren, and said delightedly: "Are you going to make the hospital your home from now on? If so, I'll withdraw from the guesthouse and live in the hospital too. Boss, I really miss the days when coming to the hospital meant I could always find you."

The professor was obviously lacking communication and interaction, and had become frustrated.

Having caught Zheng Ren, he launched into a long-winded talk.

Zheng Ren smiled and asked, "How are the post-op patients?"

"How could they be? Your surgery was surely smooth. A follow-up CT the day after tomorrow, and they can be discharged." The professor said, somewhat troubled: "Today someone came to me, saying we only have six bed positions, can't overoccupy."

"Is that what he said?"

"I translated it; that's roughly the meaning." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

"Yeah, normally it's like that. Don't worry, I'm thinking of a solution." Zheng Ren comforted the professor.

The middle-aged man stared dumbfounded.

What's going on? Professor Rudolf Wagner exudes a scholarly artistic aura, fully embodying the demeanor of a senior professor.

But the humility and closeness he showed in front of Zheng Ren were obvious to anyone with eyes.

"I'm Zheng Ren, the one Teacher Yang mentioned—may I take a look at the film?" Zheng Ren didn't get angry, but asked again gently.

The man hesitated and handed over the film.

"Fugui'er, come on, let's look at the film." Zheng Ren greeted the professor and went to the doctor's office.

Indeed, he wasn't the director; the middle-aged man grew wary again. He had come all the way to Di Du to get treatment for his loved one, seeking the best doctor, not just any quack. And what the heck is Fugui'er?

He furrowed his brow and followed them inside.

He inserted the film into the viewer, Zheng Ren propped his chin and watched attentively.

"Boss, this doesn't look right." The professor glanced, pointed his finger at the film and said.