Chapter 894: and translation of title line (which is line [1]? Actually title is

876, stop the medication and wear a high-neck sweater.

"Do you have the films?" Zheng Ren asked casually.

For Zheng Ren, seeing a patient matters more to him than a distant Nobel Prize.

"……" Professor Rudolf Wagner stared for a moment, then started communicating with Granite.

Granite's expression became ever stranger; he seemed quite agitated, arguing with the professor.

But Professor Rudolf Wagner had lost the gentleness he showed when speaking with Zheng Ren, now resembling a roaring lion.

Had Zheng Ren not told him to lower his voice in the hospital, the curious patients' families would likely have surrounded the office to watch the two foreigners brawl.

Su Yun said, "Boss, you really treat curing disease and saving people as your duty."

It's just a minor issue; look at the images to diagnose, so he won't suffer. Zheng Ren said lightly.

You don't know why he came?

Looking at him like that, you can't just dive in. Why bother? There's no need to ask anyone. Zheng Ren spread his hands and said, "Curing his old condition would also make this trip worthwhile."

Your thinking is truly bizarre.

It's fine. Zheng Ren said, "Quickly think about what to eat at Director Kong's house tonight so I can make a reservation early. It's better to plan ahead; otherwise we might run out of fresh ingredients."

Boss, Granite says he just has asthma, nothing to look at. Professor Rudolf Wagner, while opening his computer, said: "He thinks you're provoking him."

Hehe. Zheng Ren could only chuckle in response.

These internationally renowned professors are really full of confidence—do they have no sense of limits? Did they come door‑to‑door to study? Maybe their real goal is to expose fraud. In Sweden, Zheng Ren has met these international professors, and they're all pretty much the same.

Actually, if I went to a township hospital, I might not believe everything they say there; in fact, I'm more likely to doubt them.

In the eyes of the international professors, I'm just a quack.

Zheng Ren merely smiled, saw Professor Rudolf Wagner log into Granite's email, pull up two chest X‑rays and a lung CT, then sat down and enlarged the images, examining them bit by bit.

The office atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat eerie.

Su Yun held her phone, chatting in the water group, discussing with several girls what to eat tonight. Chu Yiran and Chu Yinzhi said that in Hai Cheng they also plan to have dinner with Director Lao Pan tonight.

Everyone in the group was chatting happily.

Professor Rudolf Wagner stood obediently behind Zheng Ren, not even sitting. Granite wore a strange expression, watching Zheng Ren read the images, utterly puzzled.

I came to observe the TIPS procedure, yet here I am being treated as a patient. Although I just got off the plane, my asthma flared up, but because the temperature difference isn't large, it isn't that severe.

What the hell are we doing with this mess! Granite feels dazed. If it weren't for Professor Rudolf Wagner's insistence, he wouldn't want to be considered a patient.

But Rudolf remains as stubborn as ever, annoying. In the end he actually said he wouldn't show the images unless they left.

Granite was very interested in the live broadcast of the TIPS procedure; knowing the professor was here, he rushed over immediately.

He didn't get to see today's surgery.

Fugui'er, tell your friend his illness isn't asthma but bronchial stenosis. Zheng Ren, after looking for less than five minutes, calmly said: "Stop the asthma medication, have him buy a scarf and wear a high-neck sweater, and that'll be enough."

"……" Professor Rudolf Wagner's first reaction was: How could such a simple condition have been missed at Jinni'er Hospital? That's outrageous.

Countless experiences have told the professor that the boss's diagnosis is correct. Over time, this idea has become deeply ingrained.

But in a moment's thought, the professor became confused.

Boss, is it just tracheal stenosis? Professor Rudolf Wagner asked softly, as if questioning Zheng Ren's decision were a huge matter.

Narrowing of the right upper lobe and middle lobe bronchi. This degree of narrowing is easily overlooked and doesn't require surgery. Of course, if your friend wants a bronchial stent, that's also possible. Zheng Ren smiled: "I believe that if a disease can be cured by wearing a high-neck sweater, surgery is completely unnecessary."

Professor Rudolf Wagner communicated with Granite in German.

Soon, Granite's anger flared like a prairie fire, unstoppable.

The professor was also very firm; to him, Zheng Ren's words were correct. If they couldn't uphold this, the whole research effort could be abandoned.

Fugui'er, take him outside to argue. Su Yun glanced at Granite and said coldly.

Professor Rudolf Wagner then spoke at a machine‑gun pace, overwhelming Granite, until he escorted Granite and his entourage out of the office.

These foreign professors always think they're the best. Boss, you say even I lack this confidence—where does their unfounded confidence come from?

Zheng Ren chuckled and asked: "What should we eat tonight?"

I don't know; Yiren said to think about it again.

The saying "no tire of fine food, no tire of minced meat" means nothing to Zheng Ren. Anyway, as long as Xiao Yi Ren is happy, his opinion doesn't matter.

Zheng Ren didn't bother with the argument between Professor Rudolf Wagner and Granite; instead he picked up his phone and left a message for Director Kong.

Director Kong, when will you be free over there?

However, Zheng Ren estimates that Director Kong definitely won't have time at noon; leaving around 2 or 3 PM to go to Director Kong's house should work.

It's already lunchtime; Zheng Ren isn't going to the system library to read, he'll just go find food first. He first called Song Ying, ordered two bottles of Maotai, to be delivered in the afternoon.

While he was pondering whether to go to the cafeteria or find a small restaurant nearby, an elderly woman with white hair stood at the door and knocked.

Auntie, please come in. Zheng Ren immediately stood up and said politely.

What's the matter? Chang Yue also stood up; it looks like she knows the elderly woman.

Young lady, just now it wasn't convenient, but I have something to tell you. The elderly woman is over seventy; her body is still sturdy, but she already shows signs of age.

Chang Yue helped her sit down, smiling warmly, full of warmth.

Zheng Ren felt it a bit odd; usually it's young people accompanying elders to see a doctor, but this elderly woman obviously doesn't have a serious illness.

How did she end up coming along?

Young lady, my daughter-in-law has hepatitis B big three positives; she and my son have been hiding it from us. I know this, so please, when you explain the condition, don't mention the big three positives, okay? The elderly woman said sincerely.

"……" Zheng Ren silently looked at the white-haired elderly woman.

Actually, from the time we started eating from separate bowls, I already knew, but I was afraid the children would think too much, so I kept pretending to be clueless. Doctor, my daughter-in-law is strong-willed; please take care of this matter for me.