275 Recovery (1/2)

Once the car began to run smoothly, Ling Ran took out the MRI scans from the box and started to read them.

Liu Weichen intentionally asked the driver to drive slower. After that, he watched Ling Ran and waited for him quietly.

For a period of time, it was extremely quiet in the car, but Ling Ran was very used to an atmosphere like that. He read the MRI scans languidly, and it took him about ten minutes to finish. He then said, ”Do you have the original MRI scan?”

”Original MRI scan? What original scan?” Obviously, Liu Weichen did not understand what he meant.

”Where did you have your MRI scan performed? I want to read it on my computer.” Ling Ran put the MRI scans back into the box.

”Um... Is there a problem with my scans?” Liu Weichen was still rather worried.

Ling Ran did not answer him. He only said, ”I can only know after I read the original MRI scan.”

Liu Weichen hesitated for a little while before he whispered, ”I did it in a private clinic. Let me ask them about it.”

Ling Ran was the chief surgeon for Liu Weichen's surgery. His postoperative rehabilitation and the video recording during the surgery proved that Ling Ran's skills were excellent, and he was probably one of the best doctors in the world. That made Liu Weichen trust him even more.

At the same time, it also meant that he valued Ling Ran's opinion very much.

”All right.” Ling Ran nodded. Then, he closed his eyes and was lost in his own thoughts.

He appeared to be thinking about the MRI scans. But in truth, he just disliked the fact that the car was crowded, and he was not in the mood to talk.

Meanwhile, Wang Haiyang was keen to talk.

He looked around the cabin structure of the Lincoln Stretch Limousine, and watched as Liu Weichen received an email on his laptop. He took out his glasses from his pocket and moved closer to have a look. He smiled while he said, ”The service in the private clinic is so good that they even sent you two emails? One's the summary, and the other one contains the details.”

”Probably, I don't quite understand it either,” Liu Weichen politely replied before he passed his laptop to Ling Ran.

”How much did you pay for this consultation in the clinic?” Wang Haiyang was curious, so he asked Liu Weichen.

As a chief physician in Yun Hua Hospital who always earned at least 10,000 RMB for a freelance surgery, Wang Haiyang was extremely sensitive and curious towards such clinics, which relied on their medical skills to earn money.

Wang Haiyang had long since given up on becoming a department director. Now, his dream was to work in a medical group after his retirement and work as a freelance surgeon all the time. He would then die of happiness.

The slightly more ideal situation would be to work back in the hospital and only work as a freelance surgeon occasionally.

After all, performing freelance surgeries was Wang Haiyang's favourite working mode. He did not only earn money, but it also sounded nice. He could travel around different cities as well. Most importantly, there would be people serving him, and it was an extremely comfortable feeling for him.

As a patient, Liu Weichen was not willing to talk about a topic of such materialistic nature.

It was especially so when he was facing doctors from a public general hospital. For some reason, Liu Weichen felt very awkward, and he said, ”The registration fee was 3,000 RMB. I spent around one hundred thousand.”

”Including the check-ups?”

”Yes.”

”Tsk, tsk. It wasn't expensive for you.” Wang Hai Yang clicked his tongue. ”How much did the doctor receive?” he asked again.

”Haha, I don't know that.” Liu Weichen laughed.

”I assume he got a third of the fees.” Wang Haiyang lamented and said, ”Poor me, my consultation fee is 19 RMB for each patient, and I still have to give half away to the hospital.”

There was silence in the car. Nobody commented on it.

Ling Ran downloaded the software and MRI scans from the email, and he spent quite some time to read them.

When he took the Skill Serum, his Master Level MRI Analysis on Four Limbs was temporarily upgraded to Perfect Level. The experience, which only lasted a few dozen minutes, gave Ling Ran good insight while it also showed him the capability of an incredibly good radiologist.

Different radiologists could obtain different information from the same MRI scan.

To put it in less pleasant terms, in a local tertiary Grade A hospital, reading original MRI scans was like studying metaphysics. Unless the software for MRI scans gave a hint directly to the radiologists, many radiologists, especially those who were fifty years old and above, would not understand the MRI scans. They could only cook up general information and would get angry if they were asked more questions about it.

The younger generation was not any better. They did not like Hendrik Antoon Lorentz during high school, and they disliked Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz during university. If they did not receive good guidance during their postgraduate studies, it would be very difficult for them to get an effective conclusion.

When Ling Ran read the original MRI scan with his Master Level MRI Scan Analysis, he could only speak on what he saw from the picture and base his analysis from reading the chart. But even so, Ling Ran's ability in doing that had already surpassed most radiologists and doctors in specialist departments.

After a while, Ling Ran asked, ”How much power do you need for the competition you're going to participate in?”

”If I want to participate in the competition, I'll definitely have to do my best. You understand short-distance runs, surely. The force I need to strike the ground with my heels may surpass the force I use in my current training.” As Liu Weichen spoke, he raised his head proudly and looked very passionate, just like a professional athlete.

”Then, I suggest that you delay your participation.” Ling Ran's reply destroyed Liu Weichen's athletic spirit.