Chapter 855: 841 Hot Pot Rice Large Plate Chicken

Lin Fengming's driver quickly brought up various images and reports, after Jiu Gong turned and left, without saying a word.

Because it was a chance encounter, Lin JiaoJiao had not prepared a film viewer, so Zheng Ren could only hold the abdominal 64-slice CT images up to the light to examine them.

Indeed, the images showed no sign of any tumor, and Zheng Ren finally felt relieved. Immediately, his gaze fell on the abdominal aorta and the superior mesenteric artery.

The sagittal reconstruction showed the beak sign, a typical manifestation of a narrowed angle between the abdominal aorta and the superior mesenteric artery.

Big Pig Trotter remained as reliable as ever, and its diagnosis had no issues.

But although Zheng Ren had obtained the evidence he wanted, he did not neglect anything; he mentally reconstructed the images, confirmed them, and then began to review the ultrasound and blood test reports, among other examinations.

The time spent looking at the images and reports was long, and Lin Fengming grew increasingly impatient, his expression shifting from initial respect to contempt.

In his view, Zheng Ren was just putting on an act; despite all the senior physicians in Sheng Cheng diagnosing it as anorexia, a young doctor like him could overturn that with a single sentence?!

"Zheng Lao Ban, do you have any opinions?" After waiting nearly ten Minute, Lin Fengming suddenly said.

His tone was already impatient; if Lin JiaoJiao hadn't been present, he would probably have been pointing at Zheng Ren's nose and scolding him.

Lin JiaoJiao lifted her head and gave Lin Fengming a blunt stare.

"JiaoJiao, in Sheng Cheng, many senior experts diagnose it as anorexia." Lin Fengming explained softly.

Saying this, Lin Fengming realized he was in Di Du, not his hometown, and couldn't act as he pleased; he couldn't help feeling a bit down.

"It's not anorexia." Zheng Ren put down the report in his hand, smiling as he said: "Tall, thin women, due to insufficient body fat, may possibly develop superior mesenteric artery syndrome."

"Zheng Lao Ban, how do we treat it?" Lin JiaoJiao didn't ask how Zheng Ren had discovered it, but went straight to asking about treatment, linguistically standing right beside Zheng Ren to express her trust.

Zheng Ren felt a bit Strange; as an insider, Lin JiaoJiao usually would ask him a couple of questions about the diagnostic process.

However, he didn't dwell on it, picked up the images, and pointed to the abdominal aorta and superior mesenteric artery, saying: "Here, the angle should normally be 40-60 degrees, but here it shows about 18 degrees." Zheng Ren said: "Thus it produces compression on the second and third portions of the duodenum."

"..." Lin JiaoJiao didn't understand.

She was merely a medical professional with a nursing background; this imaging manifestation of the angle between the abdominal aorta and the superior mesenteric artery is something most clinical directors wouldn't pay attention to, nor could they discern, let alone her.

"The horizontal and Rise segments of the duodenum run from right to left, crossing the third lumbar vertebra, the abdominal aorta, and the paraspinal muscles."

"The superior mesenteric artery originates at the level of the first lumbar vertebra from the abdominal aorta, forming an acute angle with it, and before entering the small bowel mesentery, it crosses the horizontal or Rise segment of the duodenum." Zheng Ren, seeing this condition for the first time, felt the discomfort from the roller coaster vanish instantly, and he eagerly explained to Lin JiaoJiao.

"Because they are too thin and lack fat, the angle becomes smaller, and then the Blood Vessel compresses the intestinal tract. The patient's symptoms are actually not severe—only vomiting and inability to eat."

Lin Fengming was astonished; not severe? Then what would count as severe?!

"Many patients with this disease develop incomplete intestinal obstruction, leading to a relatively high misdiagnosis rate." Zheng Ren said: "The treatment is also relatively simple—no medication needed; just eat high-calorie food, and they can recover within a month or two."

"No way!" Upon hearing Zheng Ren say that, Shanshan screamed as if she had seen a ghost.

"For models and those who care about maintaining their figure, high-calorie foods… pearl milk tea, instant noodles, hot pot rice with a large plate of chicken—are all devils."

Zheng Ren chuckled, "It's fine; you're currently too thin, not too fat. Eat for a few months, then pay attention to nutritional balance, and it won't hinder your career."

After saying that, Zheng Ren looked at Lin JiaoJiao and said: "Sister Lin, tomorrow take her to see a doctor in general surgery. The team-leading Professor in general surgery, are you familiar with them?"

"I know them, and can speak with them." Lin JiaoJiao said.

"Alright, then I won't overstep. Perform an upper gastrointestinal barium study; if the pencil sign is present, diagnosis can be made." Zheng Ren still held the notion of a small-town doctor in his mind, knowing that the patient's family wouldn't trust the diagnosis of a young doctor from the Hai Cheng Jizhenbingfang, so he spoke directly.

"Your diagnosis will be the final one." Lin JiaoJiao said firmly.

"Don't worry, just have the professor take a look; as for treatment, I don't recommend surgery." Zheng Ren said: "Shou Bing is too troublesome, completely unnecessary, and involves major trauma. Just eating high-calorie food for a few months will suffice."

In Zheng Ren's view, being able to cure disease by eating meals is simply too perfect.

Many girls or women, in order to maintain their figure, desperately lose weight. Yet this patient before us can be cured simply by eating high-calorie food—how fortunate!

As this thought arose, Zheng Ren immediately gave a wry smile.

"How is this fortunate? Not getting sick and staying healthy is truly the most fortunate, isn't it?"

After saying that, Zheng Ren put the images back into their bag, organized all the examination and test reports, stood up, and said: "Sister Lin, I won't keep you company any longer; today the colleagues are having a meal together to celebrate, and they're drinking."

"What's the happy occasion?" Lin JiaoJiao said, making conversation.

"Isn't it because today we opened a Surgery live broadcast at Xinglin Yuan? That's why Su Yun organized everyone to come out and celebrate."

"..." Lin JiaoJiao was astonished.

"This Zheng Lao Ban, does he really have that much guts? The Surgery live broadcast is even streamed on a website; if it succeeds, fine, but if it fails… the consequences are unimaginable."

"Truly, great skill brings great courage!"

Lin JiaoJiao once again refreshed her impression of Zheng Ren, seeing him off politely.

"Sister Lin, why did it take so long?" Su Yun gulped down a shot of vodka, finished tasting the alcohol's spicy kick, saw Zheng Ren and Lin JiaoJiao return, and casually asked.

"Zheng Lao Ban diagnosed a case of superior mesenteric artery syndrome, and he examined the images very carefully." Lin JiaoJiao laughed, asked the server for a clean glass, picked up a bottle of vodka, filled glasses for Su Yun, the professor, Chang Yue, and Xiao Aolifu, and said cheerfully: "I'll drink first as a toast."

She was also bold, downing a glass in one go without changing her expression.

"Sister Lin, bold!" Su Yun praised, and also downed his drink.

"Then I won't disturb you." Lin JiaoJiao said: "Zheng Lao Ban, today I'm treating, the order's already been taken care of. Don't be polite with me; saying more would just be standing on ceremony. You're busy here, I'm heading back; another day I'll treat you alone."