Chapter 854: with translation of chapter title

"This person is my friend, the Zheng Lao Ban of 912." After entering the private room, Lin JiaoJiao introduced first.

Inside sat three men and one woman; the woman was skin and bones, looking like she had the cachexia of late-stage cancer.

Lin JiaoJiao introduced Zheng Ren, then proceeded to introduce the identities of those present. Two of them were big bosses from Di Du, and the other man and woman had come from elsewhere to seek medical treatment.

Zheng Ren had no interest in the three men who were fine; his gaze remained fixed on the skin-and-bones woman. The System Panel glowed faintly red—she was ill, but not seriously.

"Please have a seat, Zheng Lao Ban," Lin JiaoJiao said.

Zheng Ren nodded and sat beside Lin JiaoJiao.

"Don't let his youth fool you, Zheng Lao Ban—he's a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine; domestically or internationally, his level is top-notch." Lin JiaoJiao boasted irresponsibly.

However, she wouldn't put it so bluntly if she were speaking in front of her peers in the medical field.

But when speaking to a few laypeople, not saying it that way makes it hard to break the ice right at the start.

A few sentences had a remarkable effect; the gazes of the several people present toward Zheng Ren changed. Although there aren't many varied and complicated awards known domestically, the Nobel Prize is one that everyone knows.

The status of being a Nobel Prize candidate, under this halo, instantly elevated Zheng Ren's image considerably.

Lin JiaoJiao truly knows how to smooth things over; the slight awkwardness upon Zheng Ren's entry was quickly adjusted to just right.

Zheng Renye didn't think too much about it either; seeing the diagnosis the System Panel gave for the sick woman, he kept scrolling through his memory for relevant medical information.

"Xiao Lin, tell Zheng Lao Ban about your wife's illness." Lin JiaoJiao said: "Let me tell you, don't let Zheng Lao Ban's young age fool you—his skill is exceptionally high. Last year I got hyaluronic acid injections and suddenly went blind; it was Zheng Lao Ban who performed the Shou Bing on me, and I could see again the next day."

The Nobel Prize halo plus Lin JiaoJiao's personal testimony gave the Lin-surnamed merchant great confidence.

"Greetings, Zheng Lao Ban." The man stood up, took a few steps forward, bowed slightly, extended his hand, and said politely: "I am Lin Fengming, a relative of Sister Lin; please advise me."

"No need for formalities." Zheng Ren shook his hand, looked into his eyes, and said gently.

"My beloved has recently fallen ill." Lin Fengming placed his hand on the skin-and-bones woman's shoulder, wore a worried expression, and said: "Over the past few months she's lost twenty jin. I took her to our local hospital for tests, but they found nothing."

Zheng Ren nodded and asked: "Did it start suddenly? Any symptoms?"

"Nothing special, really." Lin Fengming, having obviously answered this question countless times, said without thinking: "Not long ago, Shanshan wanted to enter a modeling competition; beforehand she might have been a bit tense, and she began to suffer insomnia. After that, she just kept losing weight."

Zheng Ren said nothing, just listened quietly.

"At first, Shanshan was actually pleased—she didn't have to worry about her weight anymore. But her weight continued to decrease uncontrollably; three months ago she began experiencing nausea and vomiting, especially being unable to keep food down. After eating, she would vomit, even bringing up bile."

The more Lin Fengming spoke, the more anguished he became, his expression darkening.

"I was worried Shanshan might have some problem, so I took her for a checkup." Lin Fengming said.

Zheng Ren knew that what he feared was that the patient had a malignant tumor, which was causing the persistent severe weight loss.

"But we've been getting checked for a full two months, visiting every hospital in our area, and nothing serious turned up. So that's why we've come to trouble Sister Lin." Lin Fengming gave a brief account, but from his attitude it was clear he didn't really trust Zheng Ren; he was just unwilling to spurn Lin JiaoJiao's goodwill.

"Are the images available? Let me take a look." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"They're in the car; I had the driver bring them up." Lin Fengming said.

"What do you think, Zheng Lao Ban?" Seeing Zheng Ren sit beside her with an aura as imposing as a mountain, Lin JiaoJiao suddenly asked.

Normally she shouldn't ask like that; at the very least she should wait until after viewing the images, observe his expression, and confirm he understood before speaking. Asking now, if Zheng Ren didn't know what the illness was, wouldn't that be embarrassing Zheng Lao Ban?

But Lin JiaoJiao suddenly had a feeling that Zheng Ren must have everything figured out.

Looking at the images is just to confirm.

Lin JiaoJiao couldn't explain why she had that feeling.

She came from a nursing background, belonged to the circle, and had seen countless big shots in the medical world. She faintly sensed that the aura—or rather, the demeanor—emanating from Zheng Ren resembled that of the nation's top academicians.

But Zheng Ren is too young, which makes people instinctively distrust him.

Zheng Ren heard Lin JiaoJiao's question, looked at the patient, and said: "If I'm not mistaken, this isn't anorexia but a rather uncommon condition."

"Not anorexia?" Lin Fengming had just finished a phone call, had the driver bring over the various test slips and images, and then heard Zheng Ren's words.

These words—

Exactly what Lin Fengming feared and worried about most.

Anorexia isn't scary; if worst comes to worst, one can use a feeding tube or intravenous nutrients, and the person would be fine.

But if it isn't anorexia, could it be a malignant tumor?

In Lin Fengming's mind, the only thing that causes continual weight loss is various cancers.

His complexion instantly turned awful; if Lin JiaoJiao weren't sitting here, he would have erupted.

What nonsense is a young junior doctor spouting?

The doctors at all the big hospitals in Sheng Cheng say there's nothing wrong; they suspect anorexia, yet you, a junior doctor, just open your mouth and spout nonsense!

Lin Fengming glanced at Lin JiaoJiao, expressing his displeasure.

Lin JiaoJiao ignored him; she was merely a partner, and she knew early on who the strategic resource was and whose side she should be on. Claiming to be relatives was just random talk—does sharing a surname make you family? Lin JiaoJiao knows which way her elbow bends.

If this Lin keeps being so clueless, I'll just wash my hands of the matter. Lin JiaoJiao wore a gentle smile on her face, but inside countless thoughts surfaced—even in an instant she had already figured out how to wrap things up after a falling-out with Lin Fengming.

"Mr. Lin, how tall is your beloved? How much did she used to weigh?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

"1.78 meters." Lin Fengming was somewhat annoyed.

He is relatively short, while Shanshan is a model, much taller than him; when they stand together they look rather mismatched.

This guy isn't here to see a doctor—he's asking about height and weight; could he be a pervert?

Zheng Ren nodded, didn't say much more, just stared blankly at the table, constantly pulling up related information from his memory.

Indeed, the diagnosis given by Big Pig Trotter was not a tumor but a rare condition called superior mesenteric artery syndrome.

It's merely uncommon, not extremely rare.

Superior mesenteric artery syndrome, also known as Wilkie syndrome, is a Blood Vessel disease, not any kind of malignant tumor. It commonly occurs in women, especially those who are slim and tall.