Zhou Chunyong and Lin Ge were already waiting at the entrance when he arrived at the VIP ward.
"Chief Zhou, thank you so much." Zheng Ren extended his hand and thanked Zhou Chunyong sincerely.
"Boss Zheng, you're right." Zhou Chunyong laughed heartily. "This is what I should do when you're not home."
Zheng Ren looked at Zhou Chunyong and felt that he should say something polite. However, he felt that it would be awkward no matter what he said, so he remained silent.
"Chief Zhou, you've been a great help this time. Don't leave tonight. Let's have dinner together. " Su Yun stood behind Zheng Ren and said with a smile, "Come, let me introduce you to the patient's father, a good friend of our old chief, Brother Wang."
"Brother Wang, this is Chief Zhou Chunyong from Imperial Capital's Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Interventional Surgery. He's a friend of our boss."
Zhou Chunyong felt like he was floating in the air after hearing Su Yun's words.
Friend … Was he Boss Zheng's friend now?
Although a compliment was free and he had been busy the whole day, it was worth it. But just these two words alone made Zhou Chunyong feel that it was worth the ticket price.
He shook hands with Daoist Wang and introduced Lin Ge to him. They turned and went upstairs.
"The child is much better after the lidocaine injection. He said he was hungry in the middle of the night, so I asked my wife to send him some porridge," Zhou Chunyong said. "However, he started to hurt again after the anesthesia wore off. I didn't call you to ask if he needs another lidocaine injection because it was too late. "
"Okay." Zheng Ren knew that Zhou Chunyong was sincere but he was not good at expressing himself, so he only responded.
Zheng Ren had an idea after meeting Daoist Wang's son. The diagnosis given by the System panel, other than some ionic disorders, was a clear diagnosis of styloid process syndrome.
Zheng Ren was very satisfied with this.
He was able to give a clear diagnosis after a few diagnostic treatments through remote consultation. This was indeed something to be proud of.
His current clinical skills could be said to be quite good.
"Boss Zheng, your surgical skills are high, and your diagnosis is also very good!" Zhou Chunyong saw Daoist Wang sitting at the head of the bed, feeling sorry for his son, and Boss Zheng's calm expression. He knew that the other party knew what was going on, so he seized the opportunity to flatter him.
"Chief Zhou, the radiographs of your styloid process are also very good." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "The position is just right. At that time, I was still worried that if this radiographic film was not done well, I would not be able to give a diagnosis."
"I did it when I was young. Now, although small hospitals at the prefecture and city level can also do it, their level is just so-so. They definitely can't compare to an old fox like me." Zhou Chunyong was not modest.
It could be said that Zhou Chunyong had exhausted his entire life's worth of skills to fully display his skill level.
As expected, Boss Zheng's eyes lit up. He could tell immediately.
Seeing that the diagnosis was clear and it was just a minor illness, Zheng Ren was relieved. He and Zhou Chunyong went to the reception room outside to sit down and wait for Daoist Wang.
Just as he sat down on the sofa, Zhou Chunyong's phone rang.
A little embarrassed, he stood up and took out his phone. His body froze for a moment. He wanted to apologize to Boss Zheng, but he seemed to have forgotten about it and walked out directly.
"Old Zhou has something to do," Su Yun replied.
"Okay." Zheng Ren did not care about Zhou Chunyong's personal affairs. "Chief Zhou is considerate."
"Boss, you have to get used to this," Su Yun said softly. "In the future, in order to flatter you, there will be more such things."
Zheng Ren shook his head and did not comment.
After a few minutes, Zhou Chunyong walked back with an ugly expression and said apologetically, "Boss Zheng, I'm really sorry. I won't be going for dinner. An old friend of mine seems to be dying."
"What illness?" Zheng Ren asked calmly.
For doctors, life and death were normal. After seeing it many times, they were more or less indifferent.
"Late-stage lung cancer." Zhou Chunyong sighed. "Two months ago, he was fine. There was a small problem with his heart and he had a radiofrequency ablation. Do you think this … Sigh, how did it suddenly become late-stage? "
"He was fine two months ago?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.
Lung cancer, even the fastest progressing small-cell lung cancer, would not be so fast. However, in special circumstances, no one could say for sure.
Zhou Chunyong's interest waned and he nodded.
"Do you have radiographic films?" Zheng Ren asked.
Zhou Chunyong hesitated for a moment. If it were anyone else who asked this question, he would either scold them or leave with a flick of his sleeves.
However, Boss Zheng … Forget it. It was not a big deal to take a look at the radiographic films. It was only a delay of twenty minutes.
"Boss Zheng, please wait a moment," Zhou Chunyong said. "I'll ask the other side to send the radiographic films over."
As he spoke, he began to contact them.
"Late-stage lung cancer. Two months is a little too fast," Su Yun said softly.
"Let's take a look at the radiographic films first." Zheng Ren was also a little puzzled.
Soon, Zhou Chunyong returned with his phone. Su Yun created a group and pulled Zhou Chunyong in.
This made Zhou Chunyong feel flattered.
It was a small group with only Boss Zheng, Su Yun, and himself. This made him a little excited. Unfortunately, the change in his old friend's condition was too sudden. Zhou Chunyong's mood was gloomy.
"Boss Zheng, there are two radiographic films. One was just admitted to the hospital three days ago. The other was just checked. That side judged that the condition is progressing too fast. The person … is going to die. "Zhou Chunyong's voice became lower and lower.
He sent the radiographic films to the group. Zheng Ren and Su Yun did not say anything. They lowered their heads and looked at the radiographic films.
When he was admitted to the hospital, the radiographic films showed that there was a shadow in the left hilum, accompanied by inflammation of the left upper lung, atelectasis, and enlargement of the mediastinal lymph nodes.
After glancing at it, Zheng Ren began to look at the second radiographic films.
The first was an ordinary plain CT scan. The second, which was today's radiographic films, was an enhanced chest CT scan.
The radiographic films showed soft tissue shadows in the left hilum, thickening of the left bronchial wall with enhancement, swelling of the left hilum and mediastinal lymph nodes, inflammation of the left upper lobe, and a large amount of pleural effusion on the left side.
It was a typical radiographic manifestation of central lung cancer.
"Boss Zheng, the tumor markers are increasing. Time is a little tight, so I didn't ask them for it," Zhou Chunyong added.
Zheng Ren did not say anything. Instead, he looked at the radiographic films carefully and frowned.
Zhou Chunyong did not understand. With such a typical radiographic data and the increase in tumor markers, shouldn't he have diagnosed it at a glance and then …
Sigh. Thinking of this, he sighed.
"His illness was too sudden. I really didn't expect it." After Zhou Chunyong finished speaking, the room was still quiet and cold. Not only did Zheng Ren not say anything, even Su Yun did not say anything.
Zhou Chunyong felt that there were two machines beside him. They were roaring, looking for the possibility of disease based on the radiographic data.
Could it be that he was mistaken? Zhou Chunyong was stunned. He glanced at Zheng Ren and Su Yun, sat down quietly, and turned on his phone to look at the radiographic films again.
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