Chapter 830: 818 Sorted Out

The outpatient clinic was especially busy; for Li Zhu ren to have time to discuss Zheng Ren's condition for ten minutes was already a luxury.

He was obviously somewhat regretful, but there was nothing he could do if they hadn't finished chatting.

After simply making an appointment with Zheng Ren for later, Zheng Ren then walked out of the clinic with Director Chu.

"Zheng Lao Ban, your diagnostic level is impressive." Director Chu refreshed his opinion of Zheng Ren.

In his mind, Zheng Ren was still just a young fellow who did well in interventional surgery.

Doing well in interventional surgery is a matter of talent.

But being skilled at diagnosis isn't something talent can explain. For many cases, if you haven't experienced them personally, even seeing them in books won't let you give a clean, clear diagnosis.

Even I only saw a heart muscle problem from the coronary artery CT scan, but Zheng Lao Ban directly gave the correct diagnosis.

Director Chu sighed, thinking, nowadays young people are really something.

"Not really, I encountered it when I was in Hai Cheng, and after studying some related case reports I could tell." Zheng Ren laughed and brushed it off.

"By the way, what did you tell the patient that made him think you're a god?" Director Chu asked mysteriously.

"In primary light-chain amyloidosis, some patients develop ED symptoms. I heard him mention related matters and casually asked, not expecting it to be true." Zheng Ren smiled: "It's a minor issue; after a course of targeted treatment, it will get better quickly."

"..." Director Chu felt a myriad of emotions.

Damn, one can still diagnose like this.

If one were to say Zheng Ren's medical practice is unorthodox, he lays out clear evidence from one to five, discussing heart to kidney, then kidney to liver and limb manifestations and changes.

But is this way of communicating with patients orthodox? It looks like wild fox Zen no matter how you look at it—coaxing and tricking to get the bottom of the patient's condition.

Even the most embarrassing ailments are admitted.

"Zheng Lao Ban, this..." Director Chu racked his brain for words, couldn't find a proper description, and finally patted Zheng Ren's shoulder hard, using body language to express his complex feelings.

Doctor Liang stood silently to the side, his respect for Zheng Ren's reputation already high; this time it turned straight into admiration.

Young Boss Zheng may be young, but look at his diagnosis!

One word: awesome!

"Will there be many patients needing magnetic resonance diffusion on that side?" Director Chu suddenly asked.

"That's right." Zheng Ren quickly explained, "Because liver exams mainly use ultrasound, CT, and plain MRI plus enhancement; few people do MRI diffusion, so out-of-town patients don't bring related materials."

"Got it." Director Chu waved his hand, no more talk: "I'll go think of a solution and get back to you ASAP. But it might have to wait until evening, and patients still need to fast from water—you'll have to cope with that yourself."

"Thanks, thanks." Zheng Ren hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"What's with the politeness?" Director Chu smiled, looking at Zheng Ren, and said, "We old folks are obsessed with the Nobel Prize. Tell me, before I retire, can you get it?"

"I'll strive to get it this year!" Zheng Ren stood at attention and answered solemnly.

"Hahaha~~" Director Chu lowered his voice but laughed heartily.

In his view, Zheng Ren was just bragging. But young people need some vigor, right?

Being lifeless and dull won't do.

Director Chu didn't comment on Zheng Ren's aim to get it this year, thinking it was just an attitude. They each returned to their departments; Zheng Ren added Doctor Liang on WeChat, left his phone number, and agreed to do the MRI at seven in the evening.

Time was still a bit tense; patients had to fast from water until the evening to make well-wishes, and even after midnight 12 they still had to fast from water.

Once this procedure is streamlined, things will be better; Zheng Ren quietly noted this in his mind.

Returning to the department, Zheng Ren said to the professor: "Fugui'er, are you free tonight to do an MRI on a patient?"

"Of course." Professor Rudolf Wagner replied immediately.

Zheng Ren suddenly remembered something—the surgery list hadn't been submitted yet. He called Chang Yue to explain the digestive medicine patients' surgery for tomorrow, and only then was it settled.

Waiting until seven in the evening to do the MRI diffusion would be fine; Zheng Ren sat down and ran through everything again.

【How's that side settled? Can we start a live broadcast tomorrow?】

Zheng Ren sent Su Yun a WeChat message.

Soon, Su Yun replied.

【Already agreed; just go over the specific terms tonight.】

【Should I tell the patient's family? How much money can one surgery save?】

【As long as the family and patient agree; on the cost side, Director Kong has settled on factory price plus 5%, counting as Chang Feng's money. This sum can be covered by Xinglin Yuan.】

【So besides the handling fee, there's no cost for high-value consumables?】

【Yes, Xinglin Yuan also has to pay 1000 yuan per surgery for the live broadcast fee. This amount is truly not enough to fill a tooth gap. But since Xinglin Yuan can't get venture capital, it would go bankrupt, and I didn't dare ask for more, fearing they'd leave.】

Su Yun obviously has a big appetite, but everything must make way for the Nobel Prize; he's just complaining a bit.

【Okay, then it's set like this!】

Zheng Ren was very happy; if this step goes smoothly, everything will soon improve.

【Boss, are the patients on your side compliant? If so, should we run an ad tonight?】

【I'll check; ads can go ahead anyway, since the second-phase surgery can be streamed at the latest three days later. By the way, who will handle the patients' work?】

【The work of patients and their families, Xinglin Yuan would send someone, but I refused, worried they'd be unreliable—this task should go to Chang Yue. Xinglin Yuan's side has sent an engineer over, named Hu Yan Hui; he might arrive soon, I'll let you know first.】

The conversation ended here; Zheng Ren felt chatting via WeChat with Su Yun was more straightforward. If speaking face-to-face, surely two out of three sentences would be him venting at himself.

Love and peace—how nice that would be.

Zheng Ren put down his phone and sat quietly. Lately he's been so busy it feels like he's missed out on a hundred million.

But once these matters are smoothed out, he won't need to be so busy; then all he needs to do is perform surgery well and avoid mistakes in the live broadcast, and that'll be enough.

Zheng Ren slowly closed his eyes, recalling the liver plain CT scans of patients he'd seen in the Department of Gastroenterology.

It wasn't long; the images were vivid in his mind.

Although it was just a plain CT scan, Zheng Ren reconstructed the data in his mind to raw form and then rebuilt it, clearly seeing where to insert the needle.

The surgery wasn't difficult; a faint smile appeared on Zheng Ren's lips.

"Excuse me, is Teacher Zheng in?" a slightly hoarse female voice came from the office door.