The Surgeon's Studio

Panda Novel

“Boss, there’s no money.” Su Yun took the silver box, opened it, and put the medical records aside. He was a little disappointed that he did not find a card.

“You don’t really care about money, do you?” Zheng Ren brushed his teeth, changed into his pajamas, and sat on the bed.

“This would represent how much we value you… how much we value you.” Su Yun picked up the medical records and test results, and roughly read them.

“It’s nothing. If you want to see me, come to the Imperial Capital. Tomorrow’s surgery. After it’s done, we’ll fly back,” Zheng Ren said very naturally.

“Still not famous enough.” Su Yun was a little emotional. He took out a piece of paper from the data and handed it to Zheng Ren, and he said, “The gene mutation that encodes the subunit unit of the ion channel has been found to be at least twenty-six subtypes with more than fifteen hundred gene mutations. All these tests have been done. Ugh, rich people. With this set, it would cost at least a few million dollars.”

Zheng Ren took the paper and took a look, and it was just as he had expected.

“Boss, how are you sure? Are you only looking at the clinical symptoms?” Su Yun asked.

Zheng Ren did not answer the nagging and began to read all kinds of information.

The information here was more complete than the one given to Elder Wu. He did not know whether it was because Elder Wu had read it before, whether it was only the latest information, or it was due to some other reason.

After flipping through it, Zheng Ren took the 24-hour dynamic electrocardiogram list and pointed at the final section, and he said, “Under normal circumstances, the electrocardiogram of cardiac ion channel disease will have changes such as long-Q-T interval syndrome, short-Q-T interval syndrome, Brugada syndrome, catecholamine-sensitive pleomorphic ventricular tachycardia, and so on.”

“And then?”

“Here, the electrocardiogram changes directly from normal sinus rhythm to straight line,” Zheng Ren said. “When I first saw it, I almost believed that it was really the work of those inexplicable voodoo poisons. But after thinking about it, although the current electrocardiogram does not support the diagnosis, it can not overturn the diagnosis.”

“Don’t bullsh*t me, Boss. You can’t tell that it is ion channel heart disease just from this, right?”

“There’s a summary of the disease on page twelve of the sixth issue of New England magazine in 2004. It’s about a case of heart ion channel disease. The patient was hospitalized because of another disease and happened to be under ECG monitoring. During the hospitalization, the patient suddenly fell ill and died. After a post-mortem examination, a detailed examination revealed that there were genetic changes.”

“There were no changes to the electrocardiogram before?” Su Yun asked.

“Yes,” Zheng Ren said. “This is a rare disease. Very few patients will have a sudden cardiac arrest without any signs. This person…”

As he said that, Zheng Ren shook the electrocardiogram in his hand and shook his head. “I guess this is the case.”

“I think it is more acceptable to explain it with voodoo or a head lowering technique.” Su Yun’s mouth revealed a cold smile. Obviously, Zheng Ren’s explanation could not convince him.

“It’s like this.” Zheng Ren stood up and began to collect the information. “If the diagnosis is based on the ion channel disease, the surgical treatment only requires the next pacemaker. There is basically no damage. It’s just a preventive measure.”

“What if it’s not?”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s not. If it’s voodoo or some other disease, the pacemaker has no effect at all. Just take it out.”

“Boss, your attitude about all this is too careless.”

“This is a diagnostic treatment. Haven’t you done it before?” Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun in surprise.

Su Yun was stunned for a moment and looked at Zheng Ren with a strange gaze.

Did this guy really not know the power of the Zou family in Xiangjiang, or did he not care at all?

But the diagnostic treatment seemed to be right.

To doctors, the Zou family was just a patient. If they took it too seriously, it would not be good.

The so-called diagnostic treatment referred to a treatment that a doctor could not completely determine the illness based on his experience and reasoning.

The effect of the treatment was used to determine whether the doctor’s judgment of the illness was correct.

Had he blindly believed that Boss Zheng could solve all the problems? This was a very bad trend. Su Yun thought all this silently in his heart.

No one could always be right. Once a mistake was made, it would at least result in a medical accident.

“After performing the most advanced medical examination at the Mayo Medical Center, without a diagnosis, I feel that there is a basis for diagnostic treatment,” Zheng Ren explained. “Otherwise, there is no good way. I can only go to Nanyang to find a voodoo master to detoxify the poison. I feel that the choice between a master voodoo practitioner and modern science is very simple.”

“…” Su Yun was silent.

When he thought of the master voodoo practitioners in the movies, especially the horror movies in Thailand, Su Yun did not feel disgusted. Instead, he laughed.

Zheng Ren’s words made sense. It was just a diagnostic treatment. What was making it so hard to choose?

“Alright, I’m going back to sleep,” Su Yun said.

“The Comic-Con tomorrow. Hurry back,” Zheng Ren said. “If the patient comes for consultation, I’ll need to do surgery. I’m afraid I won’t have time to communicate with them.”

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren in shock. Then, he curled his lips and said, “You didn’t see the patient’s daughter before because you wanted me to go and talk to her, right?”

“That must be the case.” Zheng Ren smiled and said, “Based on my clinical experience, when I meet girls and women, from 18 to 80, as long as you give an explanation, the effect will definitely be better than Chang Yue can give.”

“I don’t have time. I’ll meet you at the airport after the comic exhibition.” Su Yun turned around and left with a blank expression.

“Rest early, and come back quickly tomorrow.” Zheng Ren continued as if he did not hear Su Yun’s words.

‘Bang!’ The door was slammed with a loud bang.

Zheng Ren did not mind. He took out his phone and sent Xie Yiren a WeChat message, telling her about the strange things that happened in Shenzhen City.

After chatting for a while, they said goodnight to each other and turned off the lights to sleep.

* * *

The next morning, Feng Xuhui knew that Zheng Ren had woken up and was waiting for him in the breakfast hall.

The breakfast here was not bad. Mu Tao had chosen a very good hotel. Feng Xuhui did not do anything useless. He bought breakfast for Zheng Ren and Su Yun and accompanied them to eat.

After breakfast, Mu Tao’s car arrived at the entrance of the hotel.

Su Yun watched Zheng Ren, Professor Rudolf Wagner, and Feng Xuhui get into the car. He had no intention of going with them.

“Su Yun, you’re not going?” Mu Tao was a little surprised.

“I’m going to a comic con,” Su Yun said.

“…” Mu Tao was speechless.

Such a high talent, yet he did not know how to cherish it. Were all geniuses like this?

What the hell was a comic-con? Was it more attractive with TIPS surgery?

“Come back soon. If the patient yesterday…”

“I’m not going,” Su Yun said.

“Before we left, the teacher told me that Mr. Zou had arrived at the hospital early in the morning to wait for Boss Zheng,” Mu Tao said.

“Huh?” Zheng Ren was stunned for a moment. “Su Yun, don’t go to your comic-con anymore. Get in the car.”

“I can’t say anything about something as unreliable as an experimental surgery.”

“I can’t do anything about it either, but compared to you, your skin is thicker. It’s more appropriate for you to talk about it,” Zheng Ren said with a smile.

“…” Mu Tao was especially unaccustomed to the style of conversation between Zheng Ren and Su Yun.