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Chapter 205

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Chief Resident Wang wore a troubled expression.

Su Yun's lips curled into a smile that made Zheng Ren want to slap him. He asked, "You've never done it before? You're not sure? "

Chief Wang rubbed his hands together and smiled awkwardly, agreeing with Su Yun's statement.

"Boss, have you done it before?" Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren thought about it. It was true that he had not done it before, but he had only spent two hours completing the [Robe with the Son] mission that had given him a day's time.

It would not take long if he learned it in the System's operating theater.

Was it good to have done it before or not?

Zheng Ren, who had always been honest, was in a dilemma.

Seeing Zheng Ren's silence, Chief Wang knew that diagnosis was one thing. He just needed to look at it and remember it.

But healing was another matter.

A clear diagnosis did not mean it had been treated before.

"It's alright. I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll call the boss," Chief Wang said.

Su Yun did not know what Zheng Ren was thinking. He gently patted the man's injured shoulder with just enough strength to cause pain but not affect the wound.

Zheng Ren was confused.

"I'm asking you a question, boss." Su Yun was displeased.

Chief Wang was dumbfounded. What the f * ck was going on? Would he dare to speak to the boss like that? The boss would probably kick him out and he would never be able to make a name for himself.

Brother Yun was awesome.

Boss Zheng had a good temper.

President Wang thought to himself that this boss was probably just joking.

"I know a little," Zheng Ren said. "I won't do anything. Just observe. If there's a problem, we can study it together."

Chief Wang's impression of Zheng Ren improved a few notches.

This boss was young but definitely not arrogant. He was afraid that Su Yun's boss would have the same temper as Su Yun and perform the surgery immediately.

If that was the case, he would lose all his dignity!

"Thank you, Boss Zheng." Chief Wang saw that Su Yun was about to speak and immediately agreed. "I'll call the operating theater and prepare for surgery."

Chief Wang invited Zheng Ren and Su Yun into his office and went to work.

If Zheng Ren's diagnosis was correct, the patient's intestines were probably necrotic. There was no difference between strangulated intestinal obstruction and intussusception. Both required surgery to remove a section of the intestine.

The earlier the surgery, the shorter the cut of the necrotic intestine, and the faster the patient's postoperative recovery.

Time waited for no man. They were all in the same circle, so no one picked on him.

Su Yun held the phone in his hand and was fiddling with it. Zheng Ren, on the other hand, was enjoying the scenery from the window.

The surgical building was very tall, so they could see very far.

The classic curve of the China wine goblet could be seen clearly and he liked it very much.

"I did a search on the internet. This disease really does exist," Su Yun suddenly said.

Zheng Ren nodded.

"You're just a junior doctor from Sea City. Where did you learn this?" Su Yun's questions were always direct and sharp.

"I learned it after watching the surgery once. Aren't you the same? I'm only slightly stronger than you. If you open a pet hospital in the near future, you'll never be able to surpass me in this lifetime, "Zheng Ren retorted without hesitation.

Although he knew that Zheng Ren was using the simplest and most straightforward method to goad him into action, the flames of battle in Su Yun's eyes had already been ignited.

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun and saw that he was like a bull provoked by a red cloth. He grinned.

What a hot-tempered young man.

While thinking about it, Zheng Ren seemed to have forgotten that he was a few months younger than Su Yun.

A few minutes later, Chief Wang printed out the preoperative instructions and called the patient's parents to his office to explain the patient's condition.

Su Yun noticed that the patient's father also had a mole on the side of his mouth but not on his hand.

However, when Chief Wang asked him if he had a history of intussusception, the patient's father gave a negative answer.

Was it not a genetic inheritance? What was going on?

He glanced at Zheng Ren and saw that he was also observing the patient's father. Su Yun could even "feel" the heat emitted by the high-speed operation of Zheng Ren's brain.

"Chief Zheng, what's going on?" Su Yun leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"After the surgery, tell the patient's family to do a colonoscopy when they have time."

Su Yun nodded subconsciously. The patient's father probably had mild symptoms, so he did not have intussusception.

Although it was not serious, there were probably many intestinal polyps. Such polyps could become malignant, so it was better to remove them as soon as possible to avoid future complications.

After giving the instructions, Chief Wang called to inform Zheng Ren that the patient had completed an abdominal CT scan and was rushing back.

Chief Wang opened a workstation on his computer and entered the patient's medical record number. He found the patient's CT scan and told him to hurry back to insert the gastric tube and urinary catheter for surgery.

The CT scan showed a typical intussusception with some polyps scattered in the intestine.

Of course, this was a deduction made by Zheng Ren after he had explained it to him.

If he did not know about P-J syndrome, he would not have been able to make such a judgment.

"Chief Zheng, you're amazing!" Chief Wang looked at the scan and exclaimed, "Yesterday, I heard that you saved Fang Lin's life by inserting a syringe needle into his chest and pinching the hepatic portal to stop the bleeding with your bare hands. I thought you were amazing, but I didn't expect you to be even more amazing when it comes to difficult diseases."

Although his words were vulgar, Chief Wang felt that he could not express his deep respect for Zheng Ren without using profanity.

Of course, if it were an old professor, he would not have said that even if he respected him. After all, Zheng Ren was younger than Chief Wang by a few years.

Being younger and better than him, there was nothing more to say.

What else could he say other than being amazing? Should he challenge him in a fit of jealousy? Wouldn't that be courting death? President Wang wasn't that foolish.

Chief Wang had always believed in the saying, "You're welcome."

"You're welcome," Zheng Ren said lightly.

In less than ten minutes, the patient was wheeled into the operating theater. The nurse skillfully inserted a gastric tube, urinary catheter, and venous access before the patient was hurriedly wheeled into the operating theater.

"Chief Zheng, Brother Yun, let's go up," Chief Wang said politely.

They walked all the way to the operating theater's changing room. The auntie in charge of the changing room was displeased with Chief Wang for bringing an "outsider" into the operating theater.

However, when she heard that Zheng Ren was the doctor who saved Fang Lin yesterday, she immediately became enthusiastic.

"That kid Fang Lin has a tough life. He's usually honest and dutiful, but how did he end up in such a big trouble? "

The auntie in her fifties nagged as she tossed a set of keys to Chief Wang and Su Yun. There were two keys on the set, one for the shoe cabinet and the other for the wardrobe.

Then, she opened a small drawer at the side, identified the keys, took out a set, and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Chief Wang glanced at it and said with a laugh, "Chief Zheng, you're so honored."

"Huh? What do you mean? "Zheng Ren was puzzled.

Su Yun also glanced at it, shook his head, and said, "The auntie in charge of the door is famous for being difficult to talk to. Usually, when interns are brought in, they have to put in a good word. Today, you're given a chief wardrobe. "

The so-called chief wardrobe referred to the kind of wardrobe that was of moderate height and did not need to bend over or stand on one's feet.

As for professors … they had their own independent wardrobe.

This was the class division in the operating theater.

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