Chapter 813: 801 Bizarre Combination……Internal Injury

Zheng Ren heard Lin JiaoJiao's words and immediately recalled that after completing a mission and returning to Di Du, she had invited him to a meal and let him see a certain image.

That was the story of a bear-child losing weight who, behind his family's back, went through an underground passage to a black clinic in Xianggang to undergo gastric bypass surgery.

That image was problematic—not only did it show an ulcer, but possibly a tumor. Zheng Ren didn't spell it out at the table, merely suggesting an ERCP.

At that moment, Zheng Ren recalled, and his passive ability 【Reconstruction】 instantly integrated the residual image data in his mind; Zheng Ren was certain that it must be a tumor!

"Remember!" Zheng Ren said crisply, "Wasn't the ERCP supposed to do a pathological tissue biopsy?"

"Mm." Lin JiaoJiao said, "They took a pathological tissue biopsy, and it was carcinoma in situ. But she refused surgery; though her mood had been stable, she suddenly became suicidal. Her family has been trying to persuade her, but they didn't expect that today, while eating lunch at home, she would suddenly vomit blood, go into hemorrhagic shock, and be near death."

"……" Zheng Ren froze for a moment.

Hemorrhagic shock?

Is this somewhat exaggerated? How could it be!

Although a tumor in the duodenal ampulla progresses relatively fast, there hasn't even been a month—where could it have grown so large as to rupture and bleed?!

"The chief of General Surgery is on the operating table; they have many surgeries today. The Inpatient Chief is downstairs, and I'm worried that an exploratory laparotomy might be problematic…" Lin JiaoJiao said somewhat awkwardly, "Zheng Lao Ban, sorry to trouble you."

"It's fine." Zheng Ren waved his hand and said, "I'll go up and take a look; I'm not familiar with this side."

"I've contacted Wang Zong, who is supporting from Hai Cheng; he called and asked you to go up as an assistant to take a look." Lin JiaoJiao said politely.

"No problem." Zheng Ren said.

As they spoke, a cart was pushed out, the fluid bags swaying; several bags in a row infused fluid through the venous line. A woman followed behind the cart, wailing loudly, held back by other relatives so she wouldn't grab the cart.

Parents' hearts everywhere are roughly the same.

Zheng Ren glanced at the patient on the cart—a girl about eighteen or nineteen, with long, disheveled hair. Her face was gaunt, her whole body skin-and-bone, looking like she weighed around eighty pounds or so.

Could this count as successful weight loss? Zheng Ren suddenly had that thought.

Severely obese patients can indeed reduce food intake and weaken the body's absorption of nutrients via gastric bypass surgery, thereby achieving weight loss and lower blood sugar. (Note 1)

But does this girl really need to go through all that just to lose weight?

Zheng Ren didn't really understand.

The system panel's background was a glaring red, eyesore-ish.

As for the diagnosis—liver rupture, spleen rupture, stomach rupture, duodenal rupture……

Zheng Ren cursed under his breath.

What kind of injury could cause all these organs to rupture together?

Zheng Ren had seen this kind of injury before; it was common in street brawls ten years ago. Young hooligans, clueless about consequences, would see blood and go blank, then stab someone with lethal intent.

Now, with the improving economic environment, reminders to count the cost of fights are everywhere, and such severe external injuries are rarely seen.

Besides that, there are also particularly serious car accidents.

But in car accidents, damage is usually to solid organs like the liver and spleen; it's rare for a crash to rupture the stomach.

It does happen, but the probability is just low.

Seeing Zheng Ren's grim expression, Lin JiaoJiao said, "Zheng Lao Ban, sorry to trouble you."

"Sister Lin, you see what you're saying." Zheng Ren nodded and asked, "I'm not familiar with that Inpatient Chief; can I go up?"

"I've contacted Wang Zong, who is supporting from Hai Cheng; he called to coordinate. The chief of General Surgery won't be coming down anytime soon, I'm worried…" Lin JiaoJiao's words trailed off, leaving only an echo.

She knew that asking Zheng Ren to go up was actually quite taboo. But after many encounters with him, this young doctor from Hai Cheng, with an unstoppable momentum, appeared like a meteor in people's sight.

Lin JiaoJiao didn't know whether Zheng Ren was a meteor that would flash and fade, or would become a permanent star, forever shining brightly.

But Zheng Ren's skill level is beyond reproach.

After Director Kong returned from Hai Cheng, he described at the dinner table the dozen or so emergency surgeries he'd performed that night. Toward Zheng Ren, he felt more than admiration—he gave recognition.

The surgical skill of the General Surgery Department is comparable to that of the Team-leading Professor of 912; this is what Director Kong himself said.

There's no way around it—the friends' children, the big hands of General Surgery, are all on the operating table, and the Inpatient Chief handles emergencies; that's all we can do.

"That's Jiang Lao Zong of General Surgery; I'll ask again to see if we've made contact." Lin JiaoJiao and Zheng Ren followed behind the cart, jogging all the way to the Big External Operating Room.

Just a greeting would suffice—Zheng Ren's reputation, especially in General Surgery, is known even to the Inpatient Chief level.

A two-for-four swap—using four Inpatient Chiefs and doctors awaiting promotion to Inpatient Chief to go to Hai Cheng and exchange for Zheng Ren and Su Yun—had already caused a sensation in 912. Moreover, with Zheng Ren's status as a Nobel Prize candidate, to claim someone didn't know about it would be close to nonsense.

But ability is ability, rules are rules; even if Zheng Ren went up, he'd still be just an assistant, the kind of person not enough to lend a hand—even if he could make the surgery flourish.

Zheng Ren didn't particularly care whether he was the surgeon; he kept puzzling over why the patient's injuries were so complex.

Extensive injuries of various kinds don't seem to stem from a tumor rupture.

Zheng Ren, as an experienced doctor, recalled all the cases he'd seen, but got no answers.

Even domestic violence crossed his mind, along with various melodramatic oddities, yet still no answers.

Arriving at the operating room door, Zheng Ren told Lin JiaoJiao and went to the changing room.

"Chief Zheng? I heard you've been transferred here?" The auntie in charge of the changing room, a woman in her fifties, greeted Zheng Ren warmly.

The first time Zheng Ren came to Di Du, he had seen her; Su Yun said she was hard to get along with, basically a menopausal type who hadn't mellowed in over a decade, with a sharp, bitter temper that made Su Yun gladly yield to her.

But this auntie was very good to Zheng Ren, because of the Fang Lin incident.

I really do have a bit of luck with elders, Zheng Ren chuckled and said, "Auntie, I've been transferred here for a while; when I first arrived I was caught up in a mission. After coming back I got sent to the front lines again, and I've only just returned."

"You went to the front?" The auntie opened a drawer, didn't bother picking, took the two keys dangling together from the inner spot, tossed them to Zheng Ren, and said, "Hurry up and get busy; when you have free time coming back, tell me about the front."

"All right!" Zheng Ren quietly noted this down.

This auntie isn't easy to talk to; I'll definitely find time to improve relations. Otherwise, if I get a chance to go into surgery but can't even get through the door, that would be a joke.

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Note 1: This weight‑loss method applies to severe obesity; it's not recommended to lose weight this way.