Chapter 812: 800 Troublesome Kids (Everything Unknown to the Alliance Lord Burns to Ashes, Extra Chapter 2)

The meeting ended, and all the directors left the demonstration classroom. Zheng Ren asked, "Director Qi, any progress on the pediatrics matter?"

If we had to say what concerned Zheng Ren most today, it would definitely be the incident in the pediatric emergency department.

Zheng Ren still didn't know the full details of the incident, but from the orderly and professional medical disturbance, he judged it to be a malicious event.

So he was especially concerned about the progress of the matter.

Just now during the hospital-wide consultation, he had no chance to ask. Now that the meeting had dispersed, he asked immediately.

"The Medical Department is handling it." Director Qi's expression turned stern, and he let out a faint cold smile, "Causing trouble at 912—truly they don't know the height of heaven or the depth of earth."

Zheng Ren glanced at Director Qi's expression and swallowed his remaining questions.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Director Qi became somewhat displeased; it was obvious he also felt indignant. However, his description of the incident merely said the Medical Department was handling it—perhaps involving some confidential matter, or perhaps Director Qi himself didn't know the details.

In short, asking further would be a bit inappropriate.

"Little Boss Zheng, your level in auxiliary examinations is high—I didn't expect your diagnostic level to be high as well." Indeed, Director Qi quickly changed the subject, laughing as he spoke.

"At the grassroots hospital I've seen all kinds of diseases; I'm used to it."

"Does the grassroots hospital really have so many difficult and complicated cases?" Director Qi surely wouldn't believe it, but this idle chat wasn't meant to press for answers.

As they brushed past, Zheng Ren felt Director Cui of Nephrology glance at him twice, but when he turned his gaze, he saw Director Cui had already left the demonstration classroom.

Not being able to chat was indeed a pity. But these directors, deputy chiefs, and professors leading teams are all busy—each has their own duties; being able to spare time for the hospital-wide consultation is already good, who has time to chat with me?

Zheng Ren smiled.

"What have you been busy with lately?"

"The TIPS surgery project." Zheng Ren answered Director Qi's question honestly.

"In the Nobel Prize selection, there's bias against the surgical technique, so the work must be progressing with great difficulty, right?" Director Qi asked.

"A bit, but it's okay."

The two chatted a few sentences as a way to enhance feelings, then each went their separate way—Director Qi returned to the B-ultrasound room, and Zheng Ren went to the Urology Department.

The more-than-half-hour hospital-wide consultation let Zheng Ren feel the rigor of 912 Hospital. But Zheng Ren had his own approach—first make his own judgment, then use the System Panel to corroborate.

This isn't the front line; he'd rather spend a bit more time than be overly arbitrary—that's how Zheng Ren thought.

Following behind Director Miao and the Inpatient Chief of Urology, Zheng Ren wanted to say hello, but then recalled that when he first entered the demonstration classroom, he had refused Director Miao's invitation.

He felt a bit guilty, afraid that this might offend Director Miao.

"Boss Zheng, how come you're here?" The Inpatient Chief of Urology turned his head unintentionally, saw Zheng Ren, and asked warmly.

In the surgical treatment of hepatic hydatid disease, Zheng Ren, like a description from a System Quest, revealed his sharpness.

Although he was a doctor from the Intervention Department, and although on stage he was merely assisting, everyone could see his surgical ability.

With no vested interests, who would willingly offend such a young powerhouse for no reason?

And he's not stupid.

"Hmm, let's go take a look at the patient." Zheng Ren said softly, glanced at the Inpatient Chief, and his gaze fell directly on Director Miao.

Director Miao didn't look back, walked to the director's office, and went straight in.

"Boss Zheng, your analysis is very similar to Director Cui's." The Inpatient Chief chuckled.

"It's only a preliminary diagnosis; we still need to see the patient and learn the medical history from the patient and family before we can be sure." Zheng Ren said.

"Are you busy over there? Oh, right—I haven't introduced myself yet. My surname is Yu, the Yu of 'dry hook', I'm Yu Wangshan." Director Yu finally remembered to introduce himself.

Because of that surgery, Director Yu always felt he and Zheng Ren were already quite familiar.

Indeed, for doctors, a major operation is the best way to draw people closer—like comrades-in-arms fighting side by side; as long as they're not pig teammates, there will certainly be a sense of camaraderie.

"Zheng Ren." Zheng Ren extended his hand and shook Yu Wangshan's.

"Boss Zheng, I've heard your great name. I won't mention the Fang Lin matter, but the Nobel Prize is truly enviable. I had to put in tremendous effort just to get a national-level research project, yet you've been nominated for the Nobel Prize—truly enviable." Yu Wangshan laughed.

Whenever he heard such words, Zheng Ren didn't know what to say.

"Should I be humble? Or not humble? It seems nothing is right, so I'd better stay silent, putting on a standard fake smile and going through the motions."

"The patient is in Ward 4; I'll take you to see him." Fortunately, they soon entered the ward area, and Director Yu merely sighed— the Nobel Prize was too distant for him; saying a couple of words to express goodwill was enough, but first they needed to attend to business.

"Thanks." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"From what you're saying, you're here to help us clear mines." Director Yu chuckled: "Boss Zheng, this way."

The two entered the ward in single file; Director Yu came to a bedside and introduced to Zheng Ren, "This is patient Wei Zhaodi, Boss Zheng, take a look."

The patient was half-reclining, with a plainly dressed young person sitting in a chair peeling fruit.

Upon seeing Director Yu enter, Wei Zhaodi immediately sat up; the young man rose from the stool, and the fruit knife in his hand nearly cut his own hand.

In the System Panel, the patient lying on the bed showed a clear diagnosis: 21-hydroxylase deficiency, exactly what Zheng Ren had judged.

Zheng Ren revealed a smile as he looked at the patient and began asking about the medical history.

The patient named Wei Zhaodi looked no different from a normal young woman—melon-seed face, willowy shoulders, delicate eyebrows and clear eyes, showing no male characteristics at all.

Her speech was also a standard female voice, without hoarseness or any thickening.

My judgment was correct; even with 21-hydroxylase deficiency, the condition isn't severe. Yet the patient has never menstruated—didn't she herself notice something abnormal?

But after a long time in clinical work, Zheng Ren had grown accustomed to it. All kinds of people turn up, and there are plenty of careless ones.

After a few simple questions, Zheng Ren felt the ward was somewhat inconvenient, so he called the patient and her partner to the office. After they sat down, he continued asking about other matters.

Just as the medical record wrote, Wei Zhaodi had never menstruated since childhood; she had checked a few times, saying it was due to excessive internal damp-cold, took herbal decoctions for a period with no effect, and then simply disregarded the issue.

Anyway, it didn't affect anything, it wasn't a big deal.

Normal life, work, dating, and finally entering the hall of marriage.

After marriage, she still hadn't conceived, and only then did they start paying attention.

They came to 912 Hospital for treatment; the diagnosis was problematic, and they waited a month before being admitted.

Zheng Ren looked at this medical history, and his mind began to turn it over.

Wei Zhaodi's symptoms are fairly typical; from now on, just waiting for the test results to come back will be okay.

Actually, whether it's an adrenal tumor or 21-hydroxylase deficiency, the initial treatment is the same.

Such a large tumor definitely needs to be removed. Whether benign or malignant, it must be cut out for pathology.

Once the diagnosis is confirmed, the difference lies in follow‑up treatment. 21-hydroxylase deficiency requires medication to maintain, whereas a benign adrenal tumor does not.

Zheng Ren finished asking the medical history, and his confidence in his diagnosis grew.

Since that's the case, there's nothing more to add. Zheng Ren also compared it with a dozen or so case reports on 21-hydroxylase deficiency, and found that this patient's condition is relatively mild.

All right, he smiled, greeted Yu Wangshan, and then left.

Su Yun said he would drink with Chang Yue tonight, not knowing how this would turn out, while Zheng Ren walked toward the Intervention Department, pondering.

It seems ever since Chang Yue was transferred to the Emergency Ward, everyone ate crayfish together and had a big drink, after which Su Yun has consistently avoided drinking seriously with Chang Yue.

This person has a bit of a scheming mind, but after coming to the Capital, why did Su Yun start thinking again? This is just owing a favor.

Who knows? Zheng Ren thought of these things that made him happy, and hurried toward the Intervention Ward.

He thought of sending a message to Yi Ren to ask whether they needed to buy groceries tonight; actually, buying groceries every day and watching Xie Yiren cook is also a happy thing.

Zheng Ren took out his phone, left a message for Xie Yiren, noticed QQ was still running, taking up memory, and prepared to close it.

Opening QQ, Zheng Ren saw the avatar of that little boy with terminal cancer from that day; his QQ signature had been changed to — "Going to the hospital to see a doctor, calling an uncle 'big brother,' and he actually agreed." Do all adults want to become small, and all children want to grow up?

Uh… this little troublemaker.

Zheng Ren shook his head slightly and smiled.

Clever and lively, but what a pity.

Zheng Ren hesitated a moment, didn't close QQ. Nowadays for daily contact, WeChat is used more. It's said that children mostly use QQ nowadays to avoid running into their parents.

To them, QQ is more private.

The tides of feng shui turn; this "old" instant‑messaging tool QQ has actually regained its youth. Thinking this, Zheng Ren felt he really was getting a bit older.

Keeping QQ, taking a look at that little troublemaker's posts isn't bad either, Zheng Ren thought.

Just as he was pondering, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Zheng Ren glanced at the caller ID—it was Lin JiaoJiao. He immediately realized he had been so busy at the hospital that he'd forgotten to contact Lin JiaoJiao, to call or something.

"Sister Lin, hello." Zheng Ren answered the phone and immediately gave a polite greeting.

"Boss Zheng, are you at the hospital?" Lin JiaoJiao's tone was urgent, as if something big had happened.

"I'm here." Zheng Ren's smile vanished, and he became serious.

"Boss Zheng, General Surgery, please come take a look." Lin JiaoJiao said.

"Sure." Zheng Ren didn't ask why; hearing Lin JiaoJiao's words, there was definitely something up.

He hung up and rushed to the General Surgery Department.

In the 912 Hospital, the Hepatobiliary Surgery split off from General Surgery. Now the General Surgery Department is essentially Gastroenterology Surgery. Is it an intestinal disease? Zheng Ren's mind wandered as he walked the fire escape, quickly arriving at the General Surgery Department.

Lin JiaoJiao stood at the entrance of the General Surgery Department, expression grave; seeing Zheng Ren running over, she immediately went to meet him and said, "Boss Zheng, do you remember that child I told you about who had gastric bypass surgery?"