"Boss, you rejected it too directly today, but I like this method."

After walking out of the imperial capital, Su Yun asked with a smile.

"I don't like Director Zhu very much." Zheng Ren looked at the dark night and said softly: "The patient was not so serious, although I know he has little to do with him."

"I don't like him either, but it's not the reason you said." Su Yun smiled, "Zhu Liangchen seemed to be good either, but he was countless light years behind Zhou Chunyong."

"no the same."

"You can't be too strict. I have encountered such patients. My family is poor and I didn't do the second phase surgery. Whenever I get sick in the future, I will be dead." Su Yun said.

"Well, I know that's the case, but I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Boss, do you think your mentality has changed after winning the Nobel Prize?" Su Yun asked.

"No."

"I have feelings," Su Yun said, "In the past, you wouldn't express your dissatisfaction easily, but instead look at this kind of thing from the perspective of others, and then do your own things well. Are you the greater your ability, the greater your responsibilities? Or are you already showing signs of a top student."

Su Yun’s statement was very obscure and did not face the essence of the problem directly, but he clearly pointed out an emotional and psychological change that Zheng Ren himself had not noticed.

Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment, and he stopped.

"It's better to be an ostrich. Just do your own thing well. Did I always scold you for being an ostrich? Do you think you need to change it?" Su Yun's mouth showed a very beautiful arc.

Zheng Ren's head tilted slightly, and he looked into Su Yun's eyes.

"What do you think of me?" Su Yun frowned and blew gently, with black hair floating on his forehead.

"It's okay, is there any cigarettes?"

“Call for a taxi.”

"Get back, I'll smoke a cigarette before leaving." Zheng Ren said.

Su Yun nodded, took out his phone and first pulled out the dripping cart, then took out the cigarette, and trembled his wrist and jumped out.

Zheng Ren picked up the cigarette and pursed it gently with his lips.

The fire was lit up, and the light and darkness were beating on Zheng Ren's face, like an elf.

The smoke slowly rose, and no matter how noisy and lively the imperial capital in the second half of the night, it fell into a silence.

Neither of them spoke, but smoked cigarettes silently.

Smoking intently, extinguishing the cigarette butts intently, throwing it into the trash can, and walking out intently.

Su Yun dripped a car and the two returned home silently.

There was a light at home, and Heizi was sleepy waiting for Zheng Ren and Su Yun to come back. Until this time, Zheng Ren felt that no matter where he was, it would be better for home.

...

...

Xiao Shitou's condition is still stable. According to reports from Bota these days, the free tumor cells in the blood have been further reduced. However, his cough did not improve, and the phlegm not only did not decrease, but increased slightly.

Zheng Ren was a little confused because he was clear and water-like phlegm. Judging from the situation of the small stone before the operation, this should not happen.

Zheng Ren even took a video on the other side of Botan, which was about checking the phlegm coughed out by Xiaoshitou.

The bacterial culture was negative, and all the tests were negative, just like water, and the amount was not small. For this situation of Xiaoshitou, Bota performed an invasive operation after communicating with Zheng Ren, taking a pathological tissue biopsy, finding cancer cells and studying new drugs.

Zheng Ren can't say what this is. Xiao Shitou, who was originally planning to come back in the past few days, was left in Bota by Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren was still worried that his body could not withstand the long flight, and Zheng Ren could no longer sit still, so he even wanted to fly to Germany again.

If Gao Shaojie hadn't returned to the provincial capital to go through the resignation procedures these days, Zheng Ren would have left as soon as he said that.

Gao Shaojie was not here, Professor Rudolph Wagner was not here, and Zheng Ren was still very careful to take Lin Yuan and Gu Xiaoran for surgery.

Even though the level of both of them is remarkable now, it is enough to be taught in prefecture-level cities or even provincial hospitals, but Zheng Ren is still not relieved.

The morning's surgery didn't take long, and everything in the department had already been on the right track and each performed its own duties.

In the afternoon, Zheng Ren sat in his position with a bunch of red lines beside him. While he looked at the fifth edition of the Surgery on his legs, he seemed to be woven with red ropes.

"Boss Zheng, if you have a movie, please take a look." Zhao Wenhua walked in, holding a movie in his hand.

"Hmm?" Zheng Ren responded, and his fingers knitted red rope moved quickly, "What patient?"

"An old classmate in my hometown has been working at home and has been coughing for several years." Zhao Wenhua said respectfully, "It seems that there is inflammation when taking a chest radiograph. He is reluctant to take a test for it any more expensively. The anti-inflammatory drug was effective at the beginning, but the effect has become worse and worse over the years."

Zhao Wenhua sighed while saying that, and glanced behind him. This expression and movement meant... the patient was a tumor.

There is no way to say it clearly, I can only express it with my eyes.

Zheng Ren understood and glanced at him. A young man stood at the door, a little embarrassed and didn't know if it was better to come in or not.

His system panel is very clean and a little red, probably caused by the fatigue of traveling to the imperial capital from a long journey.

This person is not the patient himself, but the patient's family, and Zheng Ren made a judgment.

Putting the braided red rope aside, Zheng Ren stood up and took the film from Zhao Wenhua's hand and inserted it on the film reader.

There is definitely no problem in diagnosing pneumonia due to large-scale inflammation in the right lung on the image. But it is just a flat chest film, not even a CT scan.

"Professor Zhao, is there only this movie?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Well, it's just that the child urged his father to take a photo. The conditions on the hometown cannot be compared with ours..." Zhao Wenhua said and shook his head gently.

"Stop antibiotics, what's next?"

"I pleaded blood a few days ago and said it was wrong. I guess it was a few milliliters." Zhao Wenhua said, "I only blew twice. My family was frightened and took my classmate to the hospital for a check-up."

"Did coughing just calm the antibiotics?" Zheng Ren asked at the timid young man at the door.

The young man tiptoed in and nodded, "Well, you can get better after ordering anti-inflammatory drugs at home for a few days. The cooling was getting worse two days ago, and my dad seemed to have a cold and his cough became worse."

Zheng Ren watched the movie with his arms held on his back without interrupting his statement.

"I thought it was still an old problem. Maybe it was a bronchitis, so I asked the doctor to give my dad water at home. But I pleated on the next day, which scared me and went to the village for this examination."

There was only one plain film, and before the patient came, Zheng Ren sighed slightly.

There was indeed some problem with the film. Zheng Ren took out a pen from his top pocket and clicked it on the film.
Chapter completed!