Lao He wanted to participate, but after listening to a few words, he gave up on the idea in his heart.
Diagnosis and differential diagnosis had never been the specialty of anesthesiologists.
Not to mention anesthesiologists, even surgeons were not good at differential diagnosis of various diseases, especially rare diseases.
This was the world of internists. Boss Zheng and Brother Yun were talented. They could think about diagnosis and differential diagnosis, so he should not go and cause trouble.
He glanced at the table. Feng Xuhui and Liu Xiaojie were eating quietly. Feng Xuhui was like a vigilant wild wolf. As he ate, he observed Boss Zheng to see if he had any needs.
This young man was really cautious, and the girl next to him was playing with her phone. Shouldn't the people from the factory be serving tea and pouring water on such occasions? What the hell was playing with her phone?
It seemed that she had just graduated and was directly serving Boss Zheng. Boss Zheng had a good temper and was spoiled. If it was anyone else, they would have made the girl doubt her life.
Xie Yiren … The lady boss was eating. She was always full of love for food. Hmm, this seemed to be a good hobby. Should he get some strange ingredients?
Lao He chuckled. Flattering the lady boss was simpler and more direct than flattering the boss.
As for Liu Zewei and Professor Rudolf Wagner, they did not care about the consultation. They probably did not understand.
Lao He leisurely ate the hot pot but did not drink. He carefully waited for Boss Zheng to see if he needed anything.
Ten minutes later, Luan Yingjie received a call. He smiled bitterly and said, "Boss Zheng, Brother Yun, I searched the house but couldn't find insulin."
Zheng Ren nodded and continued to think.
This was not it, and that was not it. There was no organic lesion, but the condition was getting worse.
The digestive system, eating problems, and progressive worsening of the disease. These were clearly the development process of esophageal cancer.
Strange, what kind of disease was it?
Steroids? Hormones? Thyroid?
Zheng Ren thought about it one by one and eliminated it one by one.
Su Yun was the same. He frowned. No one knew what kind of strange illness he was thinking about.
Luan Yingjie looked at the two of them and thought that he might be disappointed again today. Was he really going to send the old man to a mental hospital?
Impossible! He would never send him to that damn place.
It seemed that he had really put down everything and treated it as a vacation to accompany the old man for a few months.
Just as he was thinking, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Ah?! I'll be right there! "
Luan Yingjie said in a hurry, "Look carefully. If he wants to go home, let him go! Don't force me to stay in the hospital. "
"Who cares about the doctor's opinion!"
This fellow was so anxious that he spoke incoherently, forgetting that there was a room full of doctors here.
The corner of Su Yun's mouth twitched, but in the end, he endured it. Seeing that Luan Yingjie was about to leave, he immediately asked: "Old Luan, what's wrong?"
"My dad refused to stay in the hospital no matter what. He …" As he spoke, Luan Yingjie felt that it was ridiculous. He paused for a moment and continued, "He took the bread from someone in the observation room and said that he wanted to force him, so he swallowed the bread!"
"…"
Everyone in the room looked at each other. Only Xie Yiren was still happily shaking her thousand-layer belly.
Committing suicide by eating bread? There's something wrong with this posture.
He had encountered all kinds of suicides or unconscious suicides, but why hadn't he heard of suicide by eating bread?
After Luan Yingjie finished speaking, he was so angry that he laughed.
"Let the old man go home. When he gets home, he'll do an experiment," Zheng Ren said. "Let's go together."
"What experiment?" Su Yun asked.
"Let's try it. I'm more suspicious that it's a neurological disease caused by autonomic dysfunction."
"Boss … Boss Zheng, is my dad diagnosed as mentally ill?" Luan Yingjie was a little uncertain now.
Committing suicide with bread was simply too terrifying.
If this was not mental illness, what else could it be? Until now, Luan Yingjie was also inclined to believe that his old man had a mental illness. Otherwise, a good person would not commit suicide with bread.
He was so distressed that he pulled out strands of hair.
"You guys eat first. We'll go home after eating," Zheng Ren stood up and said. "Chief Lin, I'm sorry."
"Go ahead, go ahead. Business is more important." Lin Ge was overjoyed. At this time, Boss Zheng did not forget to greet him. What did it mean? It meant that he already had a place in his heart.
Zheng Ren walked to Xie Yiren's side and touched her head.
Xie Yiren's hand pressed on Zheng Ren's hand. She turned around and smiled. "Go home early after you're done. Do you need me to leave the lights on for you?"
"If I'm not wrong, I'll be home soon." Zheng Ren smiled. "Maybe I'll already be home before you guys finish eating."
"Okay!" Xie Yiren squeezed Zheng Ren's hand slightly and said, "Go and come back quickly."
"Okay." Zheng Ren smiled and nodded.
After saying that, Zheng Ren pulled Luan Yingjie out.
The room became quiet. Lao He frowned and thought, but he still could not think of anything.
"Professor Liu, do you have any judgment?" Lao He asked.
"No," Liu Zewei said. "Fainting after eating sounds like a mental illness."
"Boss Zheng seems to have an idea."
"Can we compare to Boss Zheng?" Liu Zewei smiled and said, "I'm very convinced by Boss Zheng's diagnostic skills."
"That's true. Two days ago at the community hospital, the Massachusetts General Hospital, I never thought that it would be a thyroid crisis," Lao He said with a smile.
"Let's eat, but you drank today. Even if you have to perform surgery later, I don't think you'll be able to go on stage," Liu Zewei said with a smile.
"…" Lao He felt a little regretful. Why did he drink!
However, Brother Yun also seemed to have drunk. If he went on stage, how would he perform the surgery?
Forget it. He had already drunk, so he might as well just degenerate. Should he quit drinking in the future? Brother Yun could be a little more unbridled, but could he?
Lao He fell into a battle against the air. He began to think about what the twin sisters wanted to do from his perspective.
However, in the end, he was distressed to find that they only needed to quietly be a beautiful girl and be an eye-pleasing vase. He was an old man, an old man. He needed to pay more!
..
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Zheng Ren, Su Yun, and Luan Yingjie got into the car.
A professional driver. It seemed that Luan Yingjie's family business was not small. Zheng Ren thought of the broken car that Song Ying drove. It was really a little low-key.
Would it be tiring to live like this? Zheng Ren thought to himself.
As they passed by a pharmacy, Zheng Ren immediately asked, "Boss Luan, do you have any heart disease medicine at home?"
"Uh … No," Luan Yingjie said. "No one in my family has heart disease."
"Stop the car," Zheng Ren said.
The driver stepped on the brakes and stopped by the side of the road.
"Boss, where are you going?" Su Yun asked in surprise.
"To buy a bottle of nitroglycerin."
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