Chapter 50 (1/2)

Chapter 50: Suspected Nasal NK/T Cell Lymphoma

“Please, go ahead,” replied Zheng Ren.

In order to ease future consultations with the doctor, the patient’s family members would normally try to promote a friendly relations.h.i.+p first by inviting him over for a meal.

However, the richest man in Sea City should not worry about such an issue at all. Zheng Ren had a vague feeling that it was going to be another troublesome case.

“Thank you for your trouble, Doctor Zheng.” Bu Li clapped her hands and a female a.s.sistant entered the room with a stack of radiographic films in her hand.

“These are my brother’s films,” explained Bu Li.

Zheng Ren noticed some hidden annoyance in Bu Li’s eyebrows when she mentioned her brother.

“I’m sorry, Doctor Zheng. He is my half-brother,” explained Bu Li as she keenly perceived the thought on Zheng Ren’s mind and added, “He has been suffering nasal ulceration for half a year and there hasn’t been any improvement despite various treatment plans.”

‘Hey, he should go to the otorhinolaryngology department. I’m just a general surgeon,’ Zheng Ren complained silently and continued listening to her story.

“The first-cla.s.s experts in this country suspected he had nasal NK/T cell lymphoma, but the results after three pathological tissue biopsies showed that it was just simple inflammation. My father was worried and distressed about this issue. Then, he was found to have pancreatic cancer,” said Bu Li.

Zheng Ren had already detected countless grudges and resentments within Sea City’s richest family from Bu Li’s story, but these were none of his concern.

This sort of gossip was life-threatening and Zheng Ren would like to stay as far away as possible from them.

He picked up the thick stack of films, trying to read them facing a light source. The a.s.sistant beside Bu Li then came back with a brand new radiographic film viewer.

‘d.a.m.n, that’s really professional. No wonder this is the richest family in Sea City,’ Zheng Ren complimented internally.

“I need to see the patient myself.”

“He is a little irritable, so you may not be able to examine him,” said Bu Li.

“Just one look will be fine. I’ve a rough idea about his condition already,” replied Zheng Ren.

‘How am I supposed to know if the patient has nasal NK/T cell lymphoma if I don’t see the patient? You guys are asking a general surgeon to diagnose his condition when a specialist with decades of experience couldn’t even figure out his problem. Is this an example of a drowning man clutching at straws?’

At least they had been fortunate enough to encounter Zheng Ren, who possessed the power of the System.

Zheng Ren’s words surprised both Elder San and Bu Li. They stared at each other briefly before Elder San left the room in silence.

The room instantly became quiet as the chefs had already packed up their utensils when the a.s.sistant had come in earlier.

Zheng Ren pretended to be serious but was in fact absent-mindedly looking at and comparing each of the films. He had devoted his life to the medical field for more than ten years, including his time spent studying medicine, and even if he did not clearly understand the films, he at least knew how to act professionally.

A loud voice could be heard in the corridor twenty minutes later. It was unclear, so Zheng Ren had no clue what the commotion was about.

Soon, the door opened.

Elder San entered the room while holding a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy with one hand,

“I’m sorry, Doctor Zheng. This boy has developed fear of hospitals and doctors after frequent consultations,” explained Elder San.

Zheng Ren was shocked at the sight of Elder San holding a constantly struggling boy with one arm behind his back and admired silently, ‘No wonder those people respect Elder San so much. Look at that arm strength. He probably has a handgrip strength of a hundred kilograms.’

The boy’s condition and final diagnosis were shown in the upper right corner of Zheng Ren’s vision when he fixed his gaze on the boy.

Well, that was awkward.

Wealthy families were indeed chaotic.

“Elder San, you’re too polite. Let the child go. It’s better not to let him create a mess here,” said Zheng Ren.

Behind Elder San stood a man whose expression sank immediately. “Miss, are you humiliating the young master?”

“Huh?” Bu Li hissed through her nose as she looked askew at that man with piercing eyes.

“You seized the young master directly after stating that his presence was required, then you want him to leave after taking one glance. Do you think you’re fooling a monkey?” The man refused to give up. “The young master has been in a bad mood after Master Bu fell sick and even had a nosebleed this morning. If you continue humiliating the young master any further and cause his condition to deteriorate, I will definitely report this issue to Master Bu.”

“Up to you.” Bu Li waved her hand casually.

The man gritted his teeth, unable to do anything about her att.i.tude. Left with no choice, he stared at Zheng Ren and asked, “You’re a professor? Which hospital are you from?”

The contempt in his tone was obvious when he emphasized the word “professor”.

Zheng Ren was less than thirty years old. He could not possibly be a professor.

“You flatter me.” Zheng Ren was not bothered as he had developed an immunity to this sort of mocking tone after encountering various incidents in the hospital.