Song Ying had mentioned that he would come for a checkup today and his brother had been wanting to thank Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren still had a good impression of Song Ying after seeing him.
Soon, footsteps were heard.
Song Ying led the way, followed by a skinny old man in a Chinese-style jacket with his hands behind his back.
Zheng Ren was stunned the moment he saw the old man.
The System panel was dark red, the color of a critically ill patient.
There were many diagnoses and Zheng Ren immediately recognized aortic dissection!
Aneurysms were a special complication of Behcet's disease. It was rare but not uncommon.
"Boss Zheng, this is my boss, Chu Huainan," Song Ying introduced.
"Mr. Chu, please take a seat." Zheng Ren was not in a hurry. After all, Chu Huainan had been fine for a few years and the possibility of a ruptured aortic dissection in front of him was not high.
If he was anxious and Chu Huainan's blood pressure rose, it could be serious.
"Thank you, Boss Zheng." Chu Huainan extended his hand and shook Zheng Ren's.
"My mental state has been off in recent years and I've been holding back due to quacks," Chu Huainan said. "Fortunately, I met you, Boss Zheng."
His voice was low and slightly hoarse, his face full of vicissitudes.
"Please take a seat. I'll take your blood pressure," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Song Ying was stunned but did not speak. Chu Huainan tilted his head slightly and glanced at Zheng Ren, feeling that there was something wrong.
Zheng Ren went to the nurse's station to retrieve a mercury sphygmomanometer and came back to take Chu Huainan's blood pressure.
The blood pressure given by the System panel was correct. It was not high, 140/75 mmHg. Zheng Ren was relieved. As long as his blood pressure was under control, he would be fine in the short term.
Chu Huainan looked at Zheng Ren with a puzzled expression.
"Mr. Chu, other than epidermal ulcers, do you have any other symptoms?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Some vision problems. In your words, it should be called floaters," Chu Huainan said. "Other than that, I'm fine."
Zheng Ren held the stethoscope and said, "Mr. Chu, generally speaking, Behcet's disease may have complications such as pulmonary fibrosis. Can I take a look?"
"Okay, thank you." Chu Huainan smiled elegantly and unbuttoned his shirt.
He squinted at Zheng Ren as if trying to see through this young doctor.
But other than being gentle, honest, and clean, Chu Huainan didn't see what he wanted to see.
Zheng Ren's hands were very steady. He held the stethoscope with a smile on his face, full of friendliness. However, Chu Huainan's keen intuition told him that there was definitely a problem. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken his blood pressure without even greeting him.
It was reasonable to say that the young doctor wanted to find a backer and desperately tried to stick to it.
However, Chu Huainan believed that Song Ying wouldn't say anything. This young doctor wouldn't know about his background and power.
Then, there was only one possibility left. The other party's level was indeed high, and he could tell that there was a problem.
He did not panic. Chu Huainan had long seen through his life and death.
The man placed the stethoscope on Chu Huainan's chest. He was slightly thin, and his ribs were crisscrossed. It would make sense if he was in his sixties, but according to Song Ying, he was only in his fifties.
It seemed that the previous incident had greatly affected him.
Zheng Ren closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound coming from the stethoscope.
It was possible to detect aortic dissection through auscultation. But if that was the case, it wouldn't be far from rupturing.
Zheng Ren just wanted to determine the danger.
There was no abnormality. His lungs were also good, and there were no signs of fibrosis.
Zheng Ren put away the stethoscope and smiled. He took out a pen, took out a piece of A4 paper, and wrote a bunch of tests on it.
"Mr. Chu, Brother Song, I'll do these tests in a while," Zheng Ren said with certainty.
Among the tests on it, there was an aortic CTA.
Song Ying took a look and nodded cautiously.
"My plane is at 10: 20 to Horqin. Let's talk when we come back?" Zheng Ren saw Chief Kong's figure and gave the order to chase him away.
"Horqin? The Gobi over there is a good place, "Chu Huainan said with a smile as he slowly buttoned up his shirt.
"Yes, I'm going to take a look, but I'm mainly going for surgery," Zheng Ren smiled and said unhurriedly.
"Boss Zheng, you've worked hard." Chu Huainan did not stand on ceremony. He could still see the difference between his brows. "Old Seven, send Boss Zheng to the airport. Don't delay him."
Song Ying nodded directly and did not dwell on the matter of seeing a doctor.
For patients from other places, it was very difficult to see a doctor in the Imperial Capital and the Imperial Capital. However, for Song Ying and Chu Huainan, who did not know the depth, this was nothing.
"There's no need to be so polite …" Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment.
"Boss Zheng, you're being polite." Song Ying smiled and said, "Boss, then I won't accompany you."
Chu Huainan nodded and put his hands behind his back. Like an ordinary old man, he slowly walked out.
"In that case, I won't be unreasonable. I'll go and greet Chief Kong first." After Zheng Ren said that, he immediately went to the chief's office.
Time was a little tight. If there was a traffic jam on the airport highway, the plane would not be able to make it.
There was only one flight on that side every two days. If he really missed it, there would be dozens of people waiting for him there for two days …
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren had a headache.
He knocked on the door and entered Chief Kong's office. Zheng Ren stood respectfully with his hands down and said, "Chief Kong, take a leave today."
"I just remembered to say it," Chief Kong said. "I've been so busy recently that I've forgotten."
Zheng Ren scratched his head and chuckled.
"Go. Next time, tell me earlier if there's anything. I didn't know anything when Director Yan called yesterday. Fortunately, I saw Zhou Chunyong waiting for you in the morning, so I didn't leak anything, "Chief Kong said lightly.
Zheng Ren immediately agreed.
He had indeed been very busy recently. His attention was all on Dr. Mehar.
Thinking of this, Zheng Ren was stunned. Dr. Mehar had not greeted him yet. Forget it. He would talk about it when he came back.
He was really busy. This was under the premise that Su Yun was taking care of the outside matters for him. He felt that it was a mess.
Should he find someone to help him think about these things?
Zheng Ren did not know that this kind of person was called a personal secretary, but unknowingly, he had already had this thought.
"I'll visit Dr. Mehar often," Chief Kong said. "The hospital means that Lin Ge is responsible for the matter. After the doctor recovers, he will be able to have a certain amount of contact with the hospital. You have to pay attention to this matter."
"Okay." Zheng Ren nodded.
"Also, don't just think about the number of surgeries and do it quickly. I know your level has already exceeded my imagination, but mistakes are made in a hurry. The old saying is still true, "Chief Kong said. "Take it easy. The most important thing is that we have to eat the thread in the interventional surgery room. You haven't had a child yet, right?"
After a lecture, Zheng Ren remembered one by one and was chased out by Chief Kong. After greeting Liu Zewei, Zheng Ren left Old Liu to look after the house and got into Song Ying's car.
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