Chapter 2715

"Boss, you rejected today too directly, but I like this way."

After walking out of the imperial capital, Su Yun asked with a smile.

"I don't like Director Zhu very much." Zheng Ren looked at the darkness of the night and said softly, "The patient shouldn't be so serious, although I know it has nothing to do with him."

"I don't like him either, but it's not the reason you said." Su Yun smiled, "Zhu Liangchen seems to be good at first, but compared with Zhou Chunyong, he is countless light years behind."

"no the same."

"You can't be too strict. I have encountered this kind of patients before. The family is poor. I didn't do the second-stage surgery. When I get sick in the future, it depends on my fate." Su Yun said.

"Well, I know that's the case, but I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Boss, do you feel that your mentality has changed after winning the Nobel Prize?" Su Yun asked.

"No."

"I have a feeling." Su Yundao, "In the past, you would not express your dissatisfaction easily, but look at such things from the perspective of others, and then do your own thing. You belong to the more capable Does the greater responsibility come with greater responsibility? Or is there already a sign of a master of learning."

What Su Yun said was very cryptic, and he didn't face the essence of the problem directly, but he clearly pointed out an emotional and psychological change that Zheng Ren himself didn't notice.

Zheng Ren was taken aback for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.

"Let's be an ostrich, just do your own thing well. Is it because I used to call you an ostrich, do you think you need to change?" Su Yun's mouth showed a beautiful arc.

Zheng Ren turned his head slightly, and he looked into Su Yun's eyes.

"What are you looking at me for?" Su Yun frowned, and breathed lightly, his black hair fluttering on his forehead.

"It's okay, do you have a cigarette?"

"Have called a car."

"Let's quit, I'll smoke a cigarette before leaving." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun nodded, took out his mobile phone and returned the car he had dropped, then took out his cigarette, and a cigarette jumped out with a flick of his wrist.

Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette and lightly pressed it with his lips.

The fire ignited, and light and darkness danced on Zheng Ren's face, like an elf.

The smoke slowly rose, and the imperial capital fell into a kind of silence no matter how noisy and lively it was in the second half of the night.

Neither of them spoke, but smoked in silence.

Concentrate on smoking, concentrating on snuffing out the cigarette butt, throwing it into the trash can, and concentrating on walking outside.

Su Yun got into a car, and the two returned home in silence.

There was a light at home, and Heizi waited sleepily for Zheng Ren and Su Yun to come back. Until this time, Zheng Ren felt that no matter where he was, his family was better.

...

...

Xiaoshi's condition is still stable. According to the report sent by Bota in the past few days, the free tumor cells in the blood have further decreased. It's just that his cough didn't improve, and the phlegm not only didn't decrease, but increased slightly.

Zheng Ren was a little confused by the clear, water-like phlegm. Judging from the condition of the small stones before the operation, this should not have happened.

Zheng Ren even asked Bota to shoot a video, the content of which was to check the phlegm coughed up by the little stone.

Bacterial culture was negative, and all tests were negative, and the sputum was like clear water, and the amount was not small. Regarding the situation of Xiao Shitou, Bota performed an invasive operation after communicating with Zheng Ren, taking pathological tissue biopsies, looking for cancer cells and researching new drugs.

Zheng Ren couldn't say for sure what this was. The little stone who was planning to come back in the next few days was left in Bota by Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren was still worried that his body would not be able to withstand the long flight, and Zheng Ren could no longer sit still. He even wanted to fly to Germany again.

If Gao Shaojie hadn't gone back to the provincial capital to go through the resignation procedures in the past few days, Zheng Ren might have left as soon as he said he would.

Gao Shaojie was not there, and Professor Rudolf Wagner was not there. Zheng Ren still took Lin Yuan and Gu Xiaoran for surgery carefully.

Even though the level of the two of them is already remarkable, and they can lead a group of professors in a prefecture-level city or even a provincial hospital, Zheng Ren is still not at ease.

The operation in the morning didn't take long, and everything in the department was on the right track early, and each performed its duties.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren was sitting in his seat, with a pile of red threads beside him. While looking at the fifth edition of surgery on his lap, he seemed to be weaving red threads without a doubt.

"Boss Zheng, there is a piece of film for you to take a look at." Zhao Wenhua walked in, holding a piece of film in his hand.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren responded, moving the fingers weaving the red rope quickly, "What patient?"

"An old classmate in my hometown has been farming at home and has been coughing for several years." Zhao Wenhua said respectfully, "The chest X-ray showed inflammation, and he was reluctant to do any expensive tests. Anti-inflammatory drugs had some effect at first. But over the years it has gotten worse and worse."

As Zhao Wenhua spoke, he sighed and glanced behind him out of the corner of his eyes. This expression and movement means...the patient is a tumor.

There's no way to say it, I can only show it with my eyes.

Zheng Ren understood, and took a glance. There was a young man standing at the door, a little embarrassed, not sure whether to come in or not.

His system panel is very clean, slightly red, probably caused by the exhaustion from the long journey to the imperial capital.

This person is not the patient himself, but a family member of the patient, Zheng Ren made a judgment.

Putting the braided red string aside, Zheng Ren stood up and took the film from Zhao Wenhua's hand and inserted it into the film reader.

There is a large area of ​​inflammation in the right lung on the image, and the diagnosis of pneumonia is definitely no problem. But it was just an upright chest plain film, not even CT.

"Professor Zhao, is there only this one?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Well, this is what the child urged his father to take. The conditions in his hometown can't compare with ours..." Zhao Wenhua shook his head slightly as he said.

"Antibiotics, what happened next?"

"A few days ago, he coughed up blood. I said it was wrong. I guess it was a few milliliters." Zhao Wenhua said, "I only coughed up twice. My family was terrified, so I took my classmate to the hospital for a checkup."

"Did you just take antibiotics for coughing before?" Zheng Ren asked, looking at the timid young man at the door.

The young man tiptoed in and nodded, "Well, I can take anti-inflammatory drugs at home for a few days and it will be cured. The temperature dropped two days ago, and my dad seems to have caught a cold, and the cough is severe again."

Zheng Ren watched the film with his arms folded, without interrupting his statement.

"I thought it was still an old problem, maybe it was bronchitis, so I asked the doctor to give my dad water at home. But the next day he coughed up blood, which scared me so much that I went to the village for a checkup."

There was only one plain film, and the patient hadn't come yet, so Zheng Ren sighed slightly.

There was indeed something wrong with the film, so Zheng Ren took out a pen from his coat pocket and tapped on the film.

"Professor Zhao, I don't think this is right." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.