Mu Tao knocked on the door. "Boss Zheng, are you busy?"
Zheng Ren turned to face the man. He seemed familiar, but Zheng Ren could not pinpoint his identity.
An awkwardness hung in the room.
A few seconds of pin-drop silence ticked by. Finally, Mu Tao decided to crack a smile and say, "You must have met a lot of people in the past few days. I am Mu Tao, Professor Wu's disciple."
Realization dawned on Zheng Ren. They had met before in the research building.
The quiet spell now broken, Zheng Ren stood up and extended a hand to Mu Tao. With an apologetic look on his face, he said, "My apologies, Dr. Mu. I have a bad memory. Please, have a seat."
The words sounded sincere, so Mu Tao let the blunder pass.
"Are you looking at scans?"
"Yes. I was studying the images—it seems like there are many cases of malignancy, but it's hard to decipher hepatic nodules from tumors based on the scans," Zheng Ren said truthfully.
This particular patient's scans were similar to the ones from Bu Ruotian's patient in Provincial Capital. After completing the reconstruction, Zheng Ren had revisited them to get some insight.
He had yet to identify a way to differentiate the markings.
"It is indeed difficult to be sure. We can only perform the embolization surgery and confirm it a month later with a CT scan," Mu Tao said emphatically.
Zheng Ren nodded in agreement, but there was a glint of rebelliousness in his eyes.
In Mu Tao's opinion, the man must have chosen the easiest case to parse with his limited skill but was unsatisfied, finally ending up here in the CT room looking through the scans.
The man's dedication to his work was commendable despite his inferior skill.
The silence in the control room quickly turned awkward again. Mu Tao sighed in disappointment at the prideful Sea City doctor who lacked social skills.
'They call this guy a boss?'
This doctor seemed pretty average. Being invited to this event was likely the peak of his career.
"Boss Zheng, you seem busy. I'll leave you to it," Mu Tao said, offering polite words that he did not mean.
He had nothing against this doctor from Sea City, so there was no point in offending him.
Zheng Ren was engrossed in the CT scans when Mu Tao announced his departure, but quickly stood up and sent the man on his way.
The control room fell back into an amicable silence.
The research graduate sat in the back of the room, scrolling through his phone while waiting for Zheng Ren. With an unwavering focus, Zheng Ren studied the scans from multiple angles, trying to identify any notable differences between hepatic nodules and carcinoma on them.
Each round of analysis, research and examination earned him experience.
A long time passed before Zheng Ren stood from the controls and rubbed his tired eyes.
"Mr. Zheng, you're done?" the research graduate asked.
"Sorry it took so long."
"It's no big issue. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was mine." The research graduate waved it off.
Zheng Ren simply shrugged. He was not interested in finding out how popular Su Yun was among the young professionals of Imperial Capital, so after a short exchange with the research graduate, he left alone.
The wind outside chilled him to the bone.
His jacket was ruined from the incident in the clinic and he was still wearing one of Su Yun's sweaters. He shivered as he jogged back to his accommodation.
Feng Xuhui was standing by the lobby entrance, one hand on a package—he had bought some new clothes for Zheng Ren. He raised a hand in greeting but the man jogged past him and entered the building.
Feng Xuhui was speechless. He carried the package and followed the doctor in.
Once inside the room, he boiled some water for Zheng Ren.
Su Yun was already back despite his back-to-back gatherings with Zhao Yunlong and other people. The jiggle of the doorknob caught his attention and Zheng Ren's lateness piqued his curiosity.
Still, he had to start their conversation with a jibe. "Look at you. You brought a number of shirts but forgot about outerwear?"
A series of responses ran through Zheng Ren's mind but he stayed mum.
Feng Xuhui was taken aback by the sudden noise but quickly thought of something reasonable to say.
He decided to steer the conversation. "Chief Zheng, I bought two outfits for you. You should try them out—"
Zheng Ren's phone rang.
With a sheepish smile, Zheng Ren motioned with his hand, indicating there was no need before answering the call.
"I'm in my room.
"Yes, in the north wing of the hospital.
"Sure. Thanks for the trouble."
Zheng Ren hung up and smiled. "My friend sent me some clothes."
Feng Xuhui was at a loss.
He always thought he had a good read of things. Throughout his career, he had learned much about social interaction and engagements with senior officers.
However, all his experience fell short when it came to Zheng Ren.
Truly, his bootl.i.c.k.i.n.g gestures were getting him nowhere.
What a pain.
However, the timing was suspicious. Was Zheng Ren lying to him?
"Chief Zheng, do you have a friend in Imperial Capital?"
Su Yun snorted and answered snidely, "Are you dumb? If the item was bought in Imperial Capital, shipping would take only three to five hours. I honestly thought the package would arrive when you were still in the CT room. That woman is usually quite efficient."
Internally, Feng Xuhui wanted to cry.
He was definitely not as skilled in shopping as the average lady.
He regretted waiting at the building entrance. He should have called Chief Zheng and delivered the clothes straight to him.
If only he knew…
If only…
This line of thought had plagued Feng Xuhui multiple times today.
It was eating at his soul: Was he that bad of a salesman? He could not even complete this simple task.
Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun and Feng Xuhui. When his phone rang a second time, he went downstairs to collect his parcel.
He brought the package in and unwrapped it. There were three jackets that were identical to the one Zheng Ren brought to Imperial Capital, matching even in color.
"Xie Yiren's worried you'll get stabbed that many times?" Su Yun snarked even in the woman's absence.
Feng Xuhui went to have a look. His eyes surreptitiously went to the clothing tags.
The numbers on the tags told him that each article was worth a pretty penny.
All three jackets were identical.
It must be fun being rich.
This was a losing battle he was fighting. He kicked the package he bought aside dejectedly, keeping it out of Zheng Ren's vision.
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Chapter 199 - Role Reversal (Part 1 of 5)
"Put it on and give me back my clothes," Su Yun said as he glanced at the offerings from Xie Yiren. Their brand did not escape his attention. "I'll have to wash it. Oh, Manger Feng, could you help me send it to the dry cleaners?"
"Ah… Sure…" Feng Xuhui muttered in reply.
Helping Chief Zheng's assistant should gain him some brownie points.
However, from observation, the two seemed quite distant. The assistant did not show much respect for Chief Zheng and often made sarcastic remarks.
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Feng Xuhui wondered if he had made the right choice.
Zheng Ren's mind wandered as he held onto his new clothes.
"What are you thinking?" Su Yun asked. "Hey! You don't have to stare at them for so long. Hey! Are you serious? Stop daydreaming about her. Wake up!"
Zheng Ren said quietly, "I was thinking about the patient's scans."
"Go take a shower and sleep. What's there to think about? It's not like the patient is a beautiful lady. You should think more about Little Yiren instead," Su Yun joked, grinning.
Zheng Ren clutched the material in his hands. The shroud in his mind was dissipating. He felt like he was on the cusp of discovering something important.
What was his focus?
The truth still seemed elusive to Zheng Ren. It was as if the strength to push open the door was within him, but not the door's location.
Seeing Zheng Ren's blank look, Su Yun patted him on the shoulder. "You—"
"Ah!" Zheng Ren shouted suddenly.
"What the hell?" Su Yun jumped at the sudden outburst. He checked if he had accidentally touched Zheng Ren's injured side. He had not, and with an angry scowl, he glared at Zheng Ren.
"I know what to do. I need to go to the CT room. Su Yun, help me get the research graduate, Dr. Liang. Then, head to the wards and get the contrast-enhanced MRI scans of patient 7-22," Zheng Ren ordered.
"It's really late, y'know," Su Yun commented, irritated. He was never one to obey immediately but when push came to shove, he did as he was told.
Once he got the snark out of his system, he took his phone out and went to make the call. "You go and change, I'll speak to Little Liang."
Zheng Ren went to change his clothes. Feng Xuhui stood and waited for him.
He decided that unless Zheng Ren ordered him away, he would follow the man every step of the way. He was already trying his best keeping up with the duo.
With quick feet, Zheng Ren arrived at the CT room. A ray of light had burst through the shroud in his mind.
He had to verify his theory, and to do that, he needed the patient's 64-slice CT and contrast-enhanced MRI scans.
Su Yun went to the wards to retrieve the patient's MRI scans.
Dr. Liang was already there when Zheng Ren arrived. He had a look of admiration as he took two steps forward to meet Zheng Ren.
"Dr. Zheng, thank you for today," the research graduate said sincerely.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was confused.
He turned to look behind him but there was no one except Feng Xuhui in the corridor.
"Fang Lin and I were from the same batch. We get along pretty well. I heard he was injured today but didn't know the details. Brother Yun told me that you were the one who saved Fang Lin… Please forgive me if there have been any shortcomings on my part," Dr. Liang said. Zheng Ren found the man's attitude satisfactory—he was recommended by Su Yun, after all—but found himself unable to respond to the good faith presented.
Zheng Ren waved his hand. "It's my job. No need to thank me."
"The machine is up and running. I'll let you get to it and if you need anything, just call me up," Dr. Liang said before letting Zheng Ren into the control room. Then, he joined Feng Xuhui at the back of the room.
Zheng Ren got down to business.
His fingers danced expertly across the control panel. The 64-slice contrast-enhanced CT scan came up.
Feng Xuhui could not understand what Zheng Ren was doing but could see that Zheng Ren's expertise belied his years.
A moment later, Su Yun entered the room with a stack of scans. He let them fall onto the table with an audible smack. "The scans you requested."
Zheng Ren ignored Su Yun's insolence. Only the scans stuck in his mind.
He placed one of the MRI scans onto the viewer.
All his attention was fixed on the MRI and the 64-slice CT scans.
Su Yun quietly took a photo and sent it to the group chat.
Feng Xuhui had no idea what was going on. Boredom gnawed at him but he was determined to fulfill his duty.
He was not leaving no matter what. This was his priority mission.
With both scans on display, Zheng Ren's Master-level skills complemented each other. The shroud in his mind gradually lifted.
Clarity cut through his thoughts like a knife.
After 30 minutes of deep thought, Zheng Ren found the answer.
He woke the machine from its sleep and began 3D reconstruction.
There were many nodules in the scan but Zheng Ren focused on only a few to save time.
He spent approximately two hours picking out nine nodules through reconstruction. One was eliminated and he confirmed that the remaining eight were malignant tumors.
Zheng Ren printed the data once he was satisfied. Fatigue was catching up with his body.
"Dr. Zheng, you're done?" Dr. Liang asked behind him.
"Yes, I am."
"How did you isolate the few nodules? From the CT scan, they all look the same." Dr. Liang had paid attention.
As Zheng Ren was studying the scans, Dr. Liang had been texting several of his friends to ask about the incident in the morning.
Apparently, without Zheng Ren's intervention, Fang Lin would be lying in his grave.
After knowing the full story, Dr. Liang wanted to do something for Zheng Ren.
Yet…
He had too little knowledge of what Zheng Ren was doing to actually help.
Some of the basics, he understood. From observation, there was an underlying reason Zheng Ren chose the areas he did to perform 3D reconstruction.
"Can you understand what I'm doing?" Zheng Ren asked.
Su Yun pursed his lips. Only Zheng Ren would have the gall to ask such questions directly. It was a miracle that he had survived this long.
"Only a little. Why did you need the MRI scans to identify the spots for 3D reconstruction?" Unlike Su Yun, Dr. Liang did not mind Zheng Ren's direct question. He was brimming with curiosity but held back as he was worried about disturbing Zheng Ren's thought process.
"Oh, it's actually so…" Zheng Ren went to the viewer and pointed a finger at the spot of interest. The explanation started.
Each contrast-enhanced MRI scan was compared with the corresponding 64-slice CT scan by date stamp. Zheng Ren explained their minor differences as time progressed. He highlighted the key points to pay attention to, whether they were on the CT or the MRI scan.
Dr. Liang nodded as he processed the information.
Zheng Ren's explanation was clear and concise. Any confusion was quickly addressed with some emphasis and details.
When he finally understood the concept, Dr. Liang bobbed his head gleefully.
Su Yun had his ears perked throughout Zheng Ren's lecture.
Feng Xuhui was still in a shroud.
This was Imperial Capital—not Sea City—yet here Zheng Ren was. A chief resident giving a lecture to a research graduate like a professor would.
One would expect the Imperial Capital research graduate to deliver the lecture while the Sea City chief resident nodded along.
The opposite was happening now.
Feng Xuhui wondered if his anxiety was making him hallucinate.
When Dr. Liang bid them all farewell, Feng Xuhui's mind was still trying to make sense of the situation.
The veneration Dr. Liang had for Zheng Ren was on full display as they left. Without much fanfare, Su Yun ushered the group back to their accommodation.
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Chapter 200 - The Teen With Moles by Her Lips (Part 2 of 5)
Life went on as usual.
After the shocking incident, the medical staff at the hospital had little time to weep. The sun still rose the next day on its fixed path through the sky.
Zheng Ren roused from a good rest. His body was feeling much better.
There was mild discomfort and he suspected it was due to the cold wind yesterday. Su Yun's sweater had been insufficient for the weather.
Zheng Ren ignored it and instead pondered on what souvenirs to buy for Xie Yiren.
Su Yun's words from yesterday echoed in his mind.
The man was right. Zheng Ren should be thinking about Xie Yiren. What should he get for her?
To Zheng Ren, this was more difficult than performing a surgery.
In the end, he gave up trying to think of something, deciding to drag Su Yun to some stores after the surgery was complete.
The man was popular among ladies, so Zheng Ren assumed he would have some experience in buying gifts.
On the other hand, Zheng Ren had no experience; getting Su Yun's help was the logical choice.
Once that was settled, Zheng Ren's mind calmed down and he scrolled through his phone. He made some small talk with the girls in the group chat and read some light novels.
It was rare for him to have time to read.
Su Yun was on his bed, tapping away on his phone as usual.
Half an hour passed and Su Yun suddenly said, "There were some general surgery guys who came by asking to see you. I sent them away."
"Huh? What did they want?" Zheng Ren asked absentmindedly as he read his novel.
"It was about Fang Lin, of course. You really put yourself out there, you know? Boss Zheng?" Su Yun said with a mocking smile.
The derision was clear in Su Yun's exaggerated emphasis on 'boss'.
Unfazed by the man's antics, Zheng Ren coolly replied, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I told them you were getting the drip and that they shouldn't disturb you. Let's make a detour to the general surgery department later," Su Yun said, unaffected by Zheng Ren's rebuff. He continued talking, "What do you want for lunch? I'll take you for a bite. Those Imperial Capital folk are so boring."
"You? Bored? Is it because you haven't stepped into the OR for some time?" Zheng Ren chuckled.
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