When Dr. Raphson walked out of the CT room, he saw everyone's gloomy expression.
Realizing something, he asked immediately, "What happened? Is there really a tumor? "
"Doctor, in your CT image, we can see …" One of Dr. Raphson's assistants explained intermittently. He spoke very slowly, organizing his words as he spoke.
"Scan! I want to see the scan! I want the most authoritative diagnosis and analysis! "Dr. Raphson could already see his future. He couldn't help but shout.
Like a passerby walking in the dark, Dr. Raphson panicked at this moment.
However, when the scan appeared in front of Dr. Raphson, a person who knew nothing about medicine, he immediately saw the 3cm space-occupying lesion in the right lower lung.
Malignant tumor! A tumor that had not existed 88 days ago! Zheng was actually right!!!
Dr. Raphson felt a little dizzy. How did a "vicious" curse become a reality?!
Principal Zhang and the others had yet to recover from their shock, shock, fear, confusion, and other negative emotions.
Dr. Raphson requested to return to China immediately. He felt cursed, not sick.
He had lung cancer in Imperial Capital. If he did not leave soon, it would be late stage lung cancer in another two days. There would be no other way to treat it.
When that time came, it would be too late for regrets.
At that moment, Dr. Raphson was in a state of extreme regret.
He knew Dr. Zheng was someone who could … No, that was only one of them. He was someone who could treat the witch Mary. How could he offend him?!
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Zheng Ren did not receive the scan but he was not in a hurry. Dr. Raphson's illness would not be treated in Imperial Capital.
After chatting with Christian, the sky turned dark.
While there was no sunlight, Christian was sent away while Maris stayed in Imperial Capital to wait for Zheng Ren's treatment.
In fact, Zheng Ren felt that the 3D scan and image reconstruction were perfect. The surgery could be done by anyone, but it had to be done slowly and meticulously.
However, both Christian and Maris rejected it. In Maris's words, Zheng Ren had a pair of hands that had been kissed by God. It was impossible for someone else to do it.
So be it. Zheng Ren had no choice but to accept the 'big job'.
A few days later, Zheng Ren performed her first surgery. The wound was not serious. 302 grams of fat were transplanted.
This was the first step of a long and arduous surgery.
Through postoperative observation, Zheng Ren modified and fine-tuned the surgical method, feeling his way forward step by step.
He did not dare to be careless when it came to Marise's surgery. This had nothing to do with her being a legendary witch.
That was because the surgery had to be performed too many times. If every surgery had a 95% completion rate, he was worried that the overall surgery completion rate would drop to an appalling level over time.
However, she seemed to be recovering quite well after the surgery, and there were no complications. Everything was progressing in a good direction.
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The days were still the same. However, as he worked at the 912 for a long time and the live broadcast of the surgery for a long time, the number of surgeries Zheng Ren performed increased.
Recently, Zheng Ren had almost no time to go to the emergency department.
Forget the Emergency Department, it was rare for him to sit leisurely by the window every afternoon, basking in the sun while reading the fifth edition of surgery in the system library.
The TIPS surgery in the morning and the live broadcast surgery in the afternoon. Although it was busy and dull, Zheng Ren did not feel anything.
The newly opened energy value had never fallen below 1,000 points. Zheng Ren was deeply satisfied with his energy.
On this day, there was only one surgery in the afternoon. After Zheng Ren completed the surgery, he sat in his usual seat and felt a little empty in his heart.
Perhaps it was because he had done too many surgeries recently that he had not had time for literature and art. That was what Zheng Ren thought. Once he switched from a busy state to a leisurely state, he was really not used to it.
It seemed like it had been a long time. Zheng Ren sat quietly in his seat under the sun, and such a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
It had indeed been a long time. The last time seemed to be when he was the chief resident in Sea City.
After that, he carried out a mission and came to the 912 to fight the earthquake and provide disaster relief. Then, he came back for the TIPS surgery and the Nobel Prize.
A hobby, almost his only hobby, was he just going to give up like that? (Note 1)
Zheng Ren smiled and took out his phone to open the app.
He still remembered that he had read more than ten books at that time and raised them for a year. He did not know how many of them were still alive.
Sure enough, more than half of the dozen or so books had been raised by Zheng Ren. This was quite a pity.
He opened a book that he used to like but left an angry chapter at the end. He looked at it with regret.
Between the lines, Zheng Ren could feel the author's resentment. The stones in his heart piled up, making him sigh with emotion.
'What a pity,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
As he read, his heart skipped a beat. How was the little boy?
A long time ago, when he had just arrived at the 912, he met a little boy with a terminal tumor. He naughtily took advantage of his mother and Chief Qi's interaction to play games and asked Zheng Ren to help him watch.
After that, for a period of time, his QQ chat seemed to mention that his illness was constantly improving.
Zheng Ren did not believe it. He thought of a possibility.
Although he had experienced many life and death situations in the hospital, he gradually became calm. However, in the face of a strange little boy, Zheng Ren still could not bear to see him wither so early.
Therefore, Zheng Ren did not know when it started, but he did not log on to Q again, nor did he read the little boy's chat.
This afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. The soft part of Zheng Ren's heart, which had always been like a stone, was warmed by a ray of sunlight. His entire person also softened a little.
He switched the interface to the QQ login location and pondered for a long time.
Although Zheng Ren was calm to the point of indifference, indifference to the point of being cold when he was seeing a doctor, performing surgery, or emergency treatment. However, that was only professional accomplishment and professional requirements.
On such an afternoon, facing a little flower that was about to wither before it bloomed, he hesitated.
In the end, Zheng Ren pressed the login button.
Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was the warm sunlight in the afternoon that made one's heart change.
After Zheng Ren logged in, he saw that in his friend status, the little boy had just updated a chat 12 minutes ago.
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Note 1: When I created the Q group, I felt the pressure suddenly increase. I used to play a mobile game for two and a half years, but I gave up just like that. I would occasionally think of it, but it could only be a memory. Good memories exist in my past life.
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