Chapter 194 - The Entertainment Scene of Imperial Capital (1/2)

When Bu Ruotian had said that Zheng Ren belonged to the same social circle, it was a clear summary of what he had in mind.

Some words needed not be spoken directly.

“That’s too kind of you, Mr. Bu.” Zheng Ren smiled. “I’m very grateful for your care in the emergency department as well.”

“Those were just small issues.” Bu Ruotian laughed heartily. “I was very happy when I received my follow-up test results yesterday. My original plan was to return to Sea City and thank you in person, but my daughter informed me that you’re currently in Imperial Capital, which is why you’re here. No time like the present, right? But I do apologize for the unexpected invitation.”

At the upper right corner of Zheng Ren’s vision floated the System panel with Bu Ruotian’s condition highlighted in light green, which was indicative of suboptimal health. He had not recovered completely yet, but the System, at least, did not provide any indication of tumor cells in his body.

That was to be expected. After all, his surgery had been completed under the prime experience, an ability almost reaching human limits. Although it was impossible to achieve a one-hundred-percent cure, the tumor tissue was still completely removed without difficulty.

As for the risk of recurrence… Bu Ruotian was undergoing targeted drug therapy, right?

One’s life could be prolonged or even saved with advanced surgical techniques and deep pockets.

Bu Li was busy with her role as the waitress.

After all the dishes were served, she finally sat down and joined the conversation, returning the dinner atmosphere to the right track.

In all honesty, Zheng Ren found the dinner boring as he was uninterested in food.

If he had to choose, he would rather eat food prepared by Xie Yiren in the on-call room than dinner in this mysterious clubhouse in Imperial Capital.

Xie Yiren… He was already missing her after leaving home for two days.

Dinner felt dull and boring, especially when Zheng Ren could not drink. Fortunately, both Bu Ruotian and Bu Li were business elites capable of making the atmosphere less awkward.

After dinner, the cups and bowls were replaced with a tea table. Bu Li then began to brew tea.

Jin Jun Mei tea gave Zheng Ren a sense of familiarity as its faint fragrance reminded him of sweet potatoes that he had tasted in his childhood.

“Doctor Zheng, I have a friend in the provincial capital who has fallen sick recently. If you don’t mind, I would like you to take a look at him,” said Bu Ruotian calmly as if they had been friends for years.

Zheng Ren smiled and nodded. “Sure.”

Bu Li then took out a laptop and inserted a disc.

Zheng Ren panicked as the fickle-minded System could not diagnose the patient’s condition in their absence. However, since the disc contained contrast-enhanced MRI films of the liver, which he had seen more than a thousand times throughout his career, he did not have any difficulty reading them.

The patient’s diagnosis was clear. It was likely hepatic carcinoma.

However, he also had underlying hepat.i.tis B, judging from the presence of cirrhotic nodules in the hepatic tissue, which looked similar to cancerous tissue and made it tricky.

“My provisional diagnosis is liver cancer, but I need to see the patient myself,” said Zheng Ren.

“He is currently in the provincial capital, and the diagnosis given by the doctor in the affiliated hospital of the medical university was also liver cancer, but the cancerous tissue can’t be surgically removed, and the best treatment modality is interventional radiology.” Bu Ruotian asked, “Does Doctor Zheng think so too?”

“Yes.” Zheng Ren nodded.

Both Bu Ruotian and Bu Li were businesspeople, not medical pract.i.tioners, so it was pointless to waste a more detailed explanation on them.

From the MRI films alone, hepatic carcinoma was not indisputable, as the nodules in the advanced stage of liver cirrhosis could mimic cancerous cells in imaging films.

“Interventional radiology is required to confirm the diagnosis,” said Zheng Ren confidently.

“Thank you, Doctor Zheng. I’ll convey your message to my friend,” Bu Ruotian said, “He’ll decide on the next course of action himself. I may have to trouble you again if the need arises.”