"Please go ahead," Zheng Ren said.
Usually, when a patient's family treated a doctor to a meal, it would be easier for them to see a doctor in the future.
However, this was not a problem that the richest man in Sea City should be concerned about. Zheng Ren vaguely felt that it was another troublesome matter.
"Thank you, Doctor Zheng." Bu Li clapped her hands and a female assistant came in with a stack of scans.
"These are my brother's scans," Bu Li said.
Zheng Ren noticed that there was an indescribable annoyance in Bu Li's eyes when she mentioned the word 'brother'.
"Excuse me, Doctor Zheng. He's my half-brother." Bu Li was keenly aware of Zheng Ren's thoughts. She explained and then continued, "His nasal cavity has been ulcerating for the past six months and it hasn't improved no matter how we treat it."
'You should go to the Department of Idiopathic Monkeys. I'm a general surgeon.' Zheng Ren silently cursed as he listened carefully.
"First-class experts in the country thought it was nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma, but after three pathological tissue biopsies, the results were all inflammation," Bu Li said, "The old man was too worried and depressed. Later, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer."
Zheng Ren was not interested in the feud between the rich and the powerful, even though Bu Li's words had outlined the countless feuds between the richest family in Sea City.
This kind of gossip could kill him. Zheng Ren did not want to touch it.
He picked up a thick stack of scans and was about to read them under the light when Bu Li's assistant brought in a brand-new radiographic film viewer.
'So professional,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. No wonder she was the richest man in Sea City.
"I want to see the patient with my own eyes."
"He's a little irritable. I don't think we can do a physical examination," Bu Li said.
"One look will do. I have a rough guess," Zheng Ren said.
'How would I know if it's nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma if I don't see the patient? Specialists have been working for decades and still can't diagnose it. How can you let a general surgeon diagnose it? Are you trying to find any doctor in a desperate situation?
But luck seemed to be on his side as he had the System. '
Zheng Ren's words stunned Bu Li and Elder San. They looked at each other and Elder San left quietly.
The room fell silent. The chefs had already packed up and left when the assistant came in.
Zheng Ren pretended to be serious, but he was actually absent-mindedly looking at the radiographic films in his hand, comparing them one by one. Zheng Ren had been practicing medicine for more than ten years since he started school. He had devoted his best years to this field. Whether or not he could understand it was one thing, but he had the ability to pretend to be a professional.
Twenty minutes later, an arrogant voice came from the corridor. His voice was muffled and Zheng Ren could not hear what he was saying.
Soon, the door to the room opened.
Third Master walked in with a fourteen or fifteen year old boy in one hand.
"Excuse me, Doctor Zheng." Third Master said, "The child has seen too many doctors and has developed a resistance to hospitals and doctors."
Zheng Ren was stunned as he watched Third Master lift the struggling boy with one hand. No wonder those people were so respectful to Third Master. Just the strength of his hands alone must be at least a few hundred jin.
When he saw the child, the case and final diagnosis appeared in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren's gaze.
Zheng Ren did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Big families were really messy.
"Third Master, you're being too polite. Let the child go. It's not good for him to make a scene," Zheng Ren said.
Standing behind Master San, a man's face darkened. "Miss, are you humiliating Young Master?"
"Huh?" Bu Li's voice was nasal as she squinted at the man with a fierce look in her eyes.
"You brought the young master here, so I caught him. Let him go after one look? Do you think you're playing a monkey? " The man did not back down. "The old master is sick and the young master is in a bad mood. He even had a nosebleed this afternoon. If you continue to humiliate the young master and cause his condition to worsen, I'll definitely report to the old master. "
"As you wish." Bu Li waved her hand indifferently.
The man gritted his teeth but could not do anything to Bu Li. He could only look at Zheng Ren and ask, "Which hospital are you a professor?"
He emphasized the word 'professor' and the mockery in his tone was unmistakable.
Zheng Ren was less than thirty years old and did not look like a professor.
"You flatter me." Zheng Ren did not mind. He had encountered all kinds of things in the hospital. The mockery was like a gust of wind and he did not feel it at all.
"Did you find out what kind of illness the young master has after torturing him?" the man said fiercely.
"How dare you!" Bu Li scolded. "He's the doctor who operated on the old master."
"The doctor who operated on the old master is Professor Ichiro Moriyu! If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll bring the young master to ask the old master for an explanation! Bu family, you don't have the final say! "
Zheng Ren felt a headache coming on. The feud between rich families was really boring.
"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Zheng Ren tilted his head and looked at the man with a smile.
"Why?"
"Come in and close the door if you want to hear it."
Third Master and Bu Li were surprised but did not speak. They looked at Zheng Ren quietly.
"The illness is a little special. Is there anyone here who is not suitable to hear it?" Zheng Ren asked.
"If you have something to say, just say it!" the man said impatiently.
"That's good." Zheng Ren pointed at the nearest MRI scan on the radiographic film viewer and said, "There's no problem with the patient's imaging diagnosis. It is indeed a symptom of nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma.
"However, based on the patient's medical history, this diagnosis is not valid."
"Nonsense!" The man became even more impatient.
"I think the patient should have taken some banned substances," Zheng Ren said.
His words were like throwing a pebble into a pond, causing layers of ripples to form.
Third Master was stunned and fell into deep thought.
Bu Li looked at Zheng Ren in confusion. How did he make a diagnosis after only one glance at the patient and more than twenty minutes of MRI scans?
Even the old professors in Imperial Capital and Sorcery Capital did not sound so sure. Where did he get his confidence from?
"Nonsense!" The man said angrily. He then looked at Bu Li and said fiercely, "I'll definitely report everything that happened today to the old master."
"Up to you. Doctor Zheng, there are no needle marks on his body," Bu Li said.
"It's mixed with glass fragments. During the inhalation process, the capillaries in the nose will rupture, and the blood will enter the bloodstream directly to increase the pleasure."
The child in Third Master's hand suddenly stopped struggling and looked at Zheng Ren with some fear, as if he had seen a ghost.
He had been very secretive about this matter and had never expected it to be so easily seen through.
"Go to the hospital to get a blood test. If he still had a nosebleed this morning, the chemical in his blood should not have been completely metabolized and can be detected," Zheng Ren said finally.
Seeing Zheng Ren's certainty and the child's panicked expression, the other three instantly believed Zheng Ren's words.
That must be the case. Who would have thought that the truth would be like this?!
Third Master put the child down and said with a fist and palm salute, "I've misjudged you. Doctor Zheng, you're really good at hiding your abilities."
Zheng Ren did not think about the deeper meaning behind Third Master's words. He did not care whether Third Master was Bu Li's or the child's, but the fight for the inheritance of a wealthy family was bound to end in a mess.
The other man was puzzled. When he saw the boy being put down, he went forward to help him. However, when he heard the truth, his legs turned to jelly. He took a step forward and staggered, almost falling.
"Doctor Zheng, you must be tired. I'll ask someone to send you home." Third Master was as calm as ever. Zheng Ren did not want to stay, so he followed Third Master's instructions and left.
A group of men in black stood at the door. Leading them was the brawny man with the baseball bat in the emergency room yesterday, whom Third Master had addressed as Little Six.
"Send Doctor Zheng home," Third Master ordered. "Also, give Doctor Zheng an explanation for what happened in the afternoon."
With that, Third Master saluted and left.
"Doctor Zheng, this way please," Xiaoliu said politely.
"May I know your surname?" Zheng Ren asked.
"You're too polite. Just call me Little Six. You're the benefactor of the Bu family, which means you're also my benefactor. What do you mean by surname? " Little Six's tone was so humble that it was as if he had been buried in the dirt. He kept smiling, completely unlike the domineering man with the baseball bat in the emergency room.
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