The Surgeon’s Studio

“Chief Zheng, I have a patient here. Can you take a look?” The phone number was an imperial capital number. Zheng Ren did not add it, so he answered the call directly.

Zheng Ren hesitated for a moment. His voice sounded a little familiar.

“Professor Yang?” Zheng Ren asked tentatively.

“Don’t call me teacher. Just call me Bro.” A hearty laughter came from the other side.

It really was him. Zheng Ren sighed.

Zheng Ren was really afraid that his answer would be wrong in this guessing game. If that was the case, it would be as awkward as it could be… However, it was better than the store manager telling him to tear it up.

“What patient?” Zheng Ren asked.

“Female patient, 33 years old. Pain in the right upper abdomen for five years, aggravated for three months.

“The local hospital diagnosed liver cancer and performed an interventional surgery.

“However, the effect was not good. The lesion is still there.

“All the indicators were normal. Alpha fetoprotein levels are not high.

“I think there is something wrong with the CT scan. It has something to do with the Interventional Department. Could you please take a look?”

Professor Yang was very polite. Zheng Ren quickly said a few polite words and looked at Xie Yiren from the corner of his eyes.

“Go back.” Little Yiren mouthed and did not say anything.

Zheng Ren understood and his impression of Professor Yang immediately became better.

This was the benefactor who saved his life. He must cooperate well with Professor Yang. He must!

Zheng Ren immediately told Professor Yang that he was not in the hospital and rushed back immediately.

Professor Yang had already guessed that Zheng Ren was not in the hospital. The surgery lasted until dawn. At this time, he should be at home catching up on sleep.

However, he did not expect that he had unintentionally saved Zheng Ren’s life.

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Ren carried more than ten bags and his footsteps became lighter.

“What patient?” Xie Yiren asked.

“He said that it was liver cancer. They had an interventional surgery at the local hospital. The effect was not good, so she came to 912.” Zheng Ren had just arrived and did not have a sense of belonging to 912. He also used the ‘912’ in his speech, not ‘here’.

Xie Yiren said, “Sister Zheng checked twice, but she was fine. Zheng Ren, do you think Sister Zheng will recover?”

“She will not recover,” Zheng Ren said. “There is a problem with her on the genetic level. Moreover, there is hepatitis B. The liver cirrhosis nodes will turn into small liver cancer nodes at any time. By the way, Sister Zheng should take entecavir regularly.”

“According to your doctor’s advice, you must take the medicine on time,” Xie Yiren said with a smile. “Is it because the activity of hepatitis B virus is controlled, and it will reduce the probability of recurrence?”

“Yes.”

Zheng Yunxia’s illness was now fine. It was almost a miracle. The time she lived was all picked up. What was there not to be satisfied with?

The two of them chatted as they went to the parking lot.

Zheng Ren heaved a sigh of relief after throwing all the bags into the trunk.

The fatigue from shopping was even worse than wearing lead clothing and undergoing ten-hour surgery.

The weight of life was unbearable.

However, he was fine now. He had to go back to the hospital to look at the radiographic films and patients. Zheng Ren exuded a sense of joy.

Little Yiren was very happy to see Zheng Ren happy. She did not think about it at all. She started the car and rushed back to 912.

When she returned to the hospital, Little Yiren said that she would wait for Zheng Ren in the car, so she did not go up.

She had gone shopping. After the transformation, Little Yiren immediately felt a little tired. She could not even be bothered to go upstairs.

Zheng Ren nodded and said, “I’ll hurry up and come down. You can rest.”

“No need. You go ahead. I’ll rest in the car for a while. There’s no need to rush,” said Yiren with a smile.

Zheng Ren smiled apologetically. Then, he trotted to the elevator and took the elevator upstairs.

When he arrived at the Interventional Department, a middle-aged man stood at the door of the chief’s office and looked left and right.

Zheng Ren guessed that it was him because Director Kong was still at the front line. No one should be looking for him for treatment.

After changing into his white clothes, Zheng Ren came to the man’s side and asked, “Did Professor Yang ask you to come?”

The man was stunned.

“Yes, yes, Professor Yang asked me to look for Professor Zheng,” the man said hurriedly.

“I am Zheng Ren. Let me take a look at the radiographic films.” Zheng Ren reached out his hand.

But unexpectedly, his hand was empty. The man looked at Zheng Ren with confusion in his eyes.

‘This was a young man. Could he be a liar?’

He was very observant and immediately realized that Zheng Ren did not have a name tag.

He was a liar. He had to be!

The man frowned and took half a step back. He guessed in his heart. Could it be that there were also such professional liars in the 912 hospital? Taking advantage of the patients’ unfamiliarity with the hospital, did they use the time difference to trick people into going to other places for examinations and prescriptions to earn money?

Zheng Ren saw his cautious look and immediately came to a realization. Then, he smiled bitterly.

This was… There was really no place to reason.

He was young and came down to the front line with a bruised face. He did not look like a dignified professor.

Zheng Ren was sure that if he and Professor Shen went out to the clinic together and the patients were free to choose, there would not even be a single person who came to see him.

Judging a person by their appearance was a high probability event.

However, there was no other way. Zheng Ren could only smile and take his hand back.

The two of them stared at each other in a stalemate.

“Boss, are you back?” Professor Rudolf Wagner came out of the ward and saw Zheng Ren. He said happily, “Are you going to make the hospital your home from now on? If that’s the case, I will refund the hotel and stay in the hospital. Boss, I miss the time when I could find you as long as I came to the hospital.”

The professor obviously did not have anyone to communicate with. He was already suffocating.

After catching Zheng Ren, he was nagging.

Zheng Ren smiled and asked, “How is the patient after the surgery?”

“What else can I do? The surgery you performed had to be very stable. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you’ll be able to get a CT scan and be discharged.” As the professor spoke, he was a little distressed. “Someone came to look for me today. He said that we only have six beds, so we can’t take too much.”

“That’s what he said?”

“I translated it. That’s roughly what he meant,” Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

“Well, that’s how it should be. Don’t worry, I’m thinking of a way,” Zheng Ren comforted the professor.

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

What was going on? Rudolf Wagner’s scholarly aura and the demeanor of a high-level professor were full.

However, the humility and closeness that he displayed in front of Zheng Ren could be seen with just one’s eyes.

“I am the Zheng Ren that Professor Yang mentioned. Can I take a look at the radiographic films?” Zheng Ren did not get angry, but asked gently again.

The man hesitantly handed over the radiographic films.

“Lil Fugui, let’s go and take a look at the radiographic films.” Zheng Ren called out to the professor and came to the doctor’s office.

As expected, he was not the chief physician. The middle-aged man became alert again. He went to the imperial capital to treat his wife because he wanted to find the best doctor, not just a junior doctor. Moreover, what the hell was a Lil Fugui?

He frowned and followed him in.

The radiographic films were inserted into the radiographic film viewer. Zheng Ren rested his chin on his hand and looked at it attentively.

“Boss, there’s something wrong with this area.” The professor glanced at it and pointed at the radiographic films.