The Surgeon's Studio

"Su Yun ..." Zheng Ren's voice became more and more hoarse. He barely managed to say two words before he stopped.

"What?"

"You ... Can ask Department Director pan if she's been ill recently." Zheng Ren said in a low voice.

Even though they were not far away, Su Yun had to work hard to hear what Zheng Ren was saying.

"Do you have any doubts?" Su Yun asked in surprise.

Zheng Ren made a gesture weakly.

Su Yun felt that Zheng Ren was like a trapped beast that wanted to fight with an unknown opponent.

However, the outcome had already been determined. No matter how hard he tried, he would be thrown away and utterly defeated. The more effort he put in, the more damage he would suffer.

Su Yun shook her head slightly.

Even in Nanchuan town, Su Yun had never felt such an aura of despair from Zheng Ren.

"I'll ask. " Chang Yue said.

Su Yun nodded and leaned her head against the car window. She looked at the shadows of the trees that sped past and gradually fell into a trance.

It was useless to struggle, so he started to simulate the surgery.

Cut the lung lobe, or cut the lung section, this was what he needed to think about now.

If the two suspected metastases were not present, he could have cut off the lung to preserve the lower left lobe of the lung after the surgery.

After the surgery, lung function damage was only about 15 to 20%. If the surgery was more precise, more lung function could be preserved.

However, the existence of the two suspected metastases caused the surgical method to change.

Su Yun felt that it was hard to be sure, but to be on the safe side, they had to cut out at least one of his lungs.

What would Zheng Ren think? Perhaps this guy would want to solve the problem by using MRI scan to make sure everything was fine.

It was more suitable to be near the edge. After the surgery, he had to take some target - shooting pills and do a genetic test.

Su Yun felt like her brain was about to explode.

His cell phone buzzed continuously as the scans were sent in one by one.

"President Zheng, they said that old Department Director Pan's health hasn't been very good since she came back from the earthquake relief. However, no one had noticed it at that time, thinking that it was caused by long - term fatigue and that it would be fine after resting for half a month or even a month. After all, he's already so old, and it's going to take quite a long time. "

Zheng Ren listened in silence while Chang Yue tried to say more to ease the atmosphere.

"After he came back, Department Director pan caught a cold twice. During her first examination, she found that she had pneumonia. She took oral medication, but it did not work well. She wanted to quiet down her zacrapine. However, he was allergic to his skin, and old Department Director pan was also stubborn, so he just let it go. "

"Allergic?"

"Yes."

"How did you judge? I don't think Department Director pan has a history of allergies. " Zheng Ren said.

He remembered that old Department Associate Director pan had mentioned this once during a meal when they were discussing how drinking would affect the injection of antibiotics.

"I'll ask. " Chang Yue said.

"There was a lot of rashes, and in the end ..." She said.

"Rash? Is it a necrotic rash? The center is dead, like a volcano ... Cough, cough, cough. " Zheng Ren spoke in a hurry, and his voice was hoarse until it disappeared. His windpipe spasmed, and he coughed violently.

Zheng Ren recalled the "pimple" on old Department Associate Director Pan's forehead last night, and his heart was suddenly filled with hope.

"Necrotic papules?" Su Yun was stunned.

As a cardiothoracic surgeon, he did not know the various treatment mechanisms of lung cancer like the back of his hand, but there was nothing to be vague about.

Could it not be lung cancer?

That was impossible. Although Su Yun did not want to believe it, this was how medical imaging worked. There was nothing to be vague about.

Zheng Ren was a coward! Su Yun thought.

He was running away, thinking about other diseases so that he wouldn't have to face them.

Just like after he heard the news, he immediately lost his mind. Like many patients 'family members, his face turned pale and he had a brief memory loss.

This fellow ... Su Yun sighed.

"They said they don't know." Chang Yue replied after asking a few questions on WeChat.

"Get someone to look for the director and take a look immediately. The main problem is ... Whether there are any necrotic ... Pimples on the chest. " Zheng Ren stuttered.

"Oh." Chang Yue did not ask why and immediately went to ask.

This was a characteristic that a junior doctor should have. They would execute their plans first, and if there was any problem with the appointment, they would only give their opinions after they had calmed down.

The Volvo XC60 was driving silently on the highway.

The further north they went, the fewer cars there were, and the speed was on the edge of speeding.

"President Zheng! There are!" Chang Yue suddenly said.

"Let me see the photos." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Chang Yue immediately conveyed Zheng Ren's intention to the other side.

At this time, no one cared whether Department Associate Director pan was happy or not. Even if Zheng Ren wanted a Tiger's whiskers, he would have to pull out two.

Very quickly, the photo was sent over.

Chang Yue passed the phone to Zheng Ren.

As expected, many papules could be seen on old Department Director Pan's forehead, face, and chest. Some of them had not turned into necrotic papules, while some, like Zheng Ren had described, had volcanic disease.

Su Yun was surprised. Could it be that Zheng Ren had really guessed the truth?

Not lung cancer? No, the characteristics in imaging were too obvious.

"Boss, what's your illness?" Su Yun probed.

"The initial suspicion is that he was too tired during the earthquake relief ... Chang Yue, ask Department Director pan if he was with Southerners during the earthquake relief. Did he eat something special?"

This time, Chang Yue called Department Associate Director pan directly. There was no longer the fear between a superior and a subordinate. Instead, she sounded anxious and had a bad attitude, as if she was inquiring about a patient.

If he were to communicate with the patient's family, both parties would probably not be happy.

But this was the most direct way.

As expected, Zheng Ren's guess was right again!

Department Director pan met the 120 emergency rescue team from Tiannan province when they were doing earthquake relief work, and they worked together for four days.

When they finally broke up, old Department Director pan treated them to a rat.

"President Zheng, it's a mouse ... Can that thing be eaten?" Chang Yue felt a little disgusted.

"Ask if it's a wild Chinese bamboo rat."

The answer was yes.

"Su Yun, who's good enough in the cardiothoracic Department? How's CAO Guozhen's standard?" Zheng Ren asked directly, but before Su Yun could reply, he mumbled to himself,""No rush, no rush. We'll talk about it when we get back."

His voice became softer and softer, as if he was comforting himself.

If Zheng Ren had not acted like that earlier, Su Yun would have thought that he was suffering from hysteria and that it was all just an illusion.

However, this fellow must have guessed something.

Chinese bamboo rat?

Bamboo rat for short, also known as bamboo root rat, bamboo root pig, bamboo Fox, Mangli, bamboo ferret, Mao root rat, and parasol rat.

In many places, they had been artificially raised and treated as a delicacy.

The meat of bamboo rats was delicious, low fat, high protein, and contained a variety of vitamins and iron and zinc nutrients that the human body needed.

But ... Su Yun's mind began to search for relevant information.

However, after looking around, he still could not find the connection between Chinese bamboo rats and lung cancer.

Was it because he did not have enough knowledge?

For the first time, Su Yun felt a deep sense of powerlessness.