Chapter 50 Suspected Nasal NK/T-Cell Lymphoma

Chapter 50 Suspected nasal NKT-cell lymphoma

"Please speak." Zheng Ren said.

Generally, when family members of patients treat guests to dinner, they all want to communicate with the doctor, and it will be easier to see a doctor in the future.

But it seems that this kind of problem should not be considered by the richest man in Haicheng. Zheng Ren vaguely felt that it was another troublesome thing.

"Then I'll trouble Dr. Zheng." Bu Li clapped his hands, and a female assistant walked in with a pile of films in her hand.

"This is my brother's film." Bu Li said.

Zheng Ren noticed that when Bu Li mentioned the word brother, there was some indescribable boredom in his brows.

"I made Dr. Zheng laugh, he is my half-brother." Bu Li was keenly aware of Zheng Ren's thoughts for a moment, explained a sentence, and then continued: "He has suffered from nasal ulceration for the past six months, no matter how to treat it. It doesn't get better."

This should go to Erpu Monkey Department, he is a general surgeon. Zheng Ren slandered, and listened carefully.

"The first-class experts in China thought it was nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma, but after three pathological biopsy, the test results were all inflammation." Bu Li said: "The old man was too worried and too upset, and later the examination found pancreatic cancer. "

The rich and powerful Zheng Ren has no interest at all, even if he has already outlined the countless grievances and grievances of the richest family in Haicheng from Bu Li's words.

This kind of gossip would kill people, and Zheng Ren didn't want to touch it.

So he picked up a thick stack of films, and just as he was about to look at the light, the assistant beside Bu Li immediately brought in a brand-new film reader from outside.

What a professional, Zheng Ren admired in his heart, worthy of being the richest man in Haicheng.

"I want to see the patient with my own eyes."

"He's a little irritable, so I guess he can't be examined." Bu Li said.

"Just take a look, I already have a rough guess." Zheng Ren said.

Without seeing the patient, how can I know if it is nasal NK/T cell lymphoma? Specialists have been working for decades without being able to diagnose, but you have asked a general surgeon to make a diagnosis.

But luck seems to be good, I met myself with a system.

Zheng Ren's words made Bu Li and the third master startled for a while, and looked at each other, and then the third master left quietly.

The room fell silent, and the cooks had already packed up when the assistants came in.

Zheng Ren pretended to be serious, but in fact he was absent-mindedly looking at the films in his hand, comparing them one by one. Counting from school, Zheng Ren has been a doctor for more than ten years, and he has devoted all his life to this. Whether he can understand it is a matter of saying that he has the ability to pretend to be a professional.

More than 20 minutes later, a rebellious voice came from the corridor. The voice was a little vague, and Zheng Ren couldn't hear what he was saying.

Soon, the room door opened.

The third master walked in with a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy in one hand.

"It made Dr. Zheng laugh." The third master said, "The child sees a doctor too many times, and he has developed a psychological resistance to the hospital and the doctor."

Zheng Ren was stunned to see that the third master was holding a boy who was struggling with one hand that was lightly lifted, and praised in his heart, no wonder those people were so respectful to the third master. Just the strength in this hand, I'm afraid there are hundreds of pounds?

When he saw the child, Zheng Ren saw the case and the final diagnosis in the upper right corner of his eyes.

This time Zheng Ren was a little ridiculous.

Big family, what a mess.

"Third Master, you're welcome, let the child go, it's not a problem to make such a fuss." Zheng Ren said.

Standing in the back of the third master's farewell, the face turned dark and said, "Miss, are you humiliating the young master?"

"Huh?" Bu Li stretched his nasal voice and squinted at the man, his phoenix eyes faintly sharp.

"You said to bring the young master here, so just catch him. Take a look and let him go. Do you think you are playing monkeys?" The man did not back down, "The old master is ill, and the young master is not in a good mood. He even had a nosebleed at noon today. If I behave like this, Master, and cause the disease to progress further, I will definitely report it to Master."

"Anyway." Bu Li waved his hand, not caring.

The man gritted his teeth, but he had no choice but to look at Zheng Ren and said, "Which hospital are you a professor?"

He bit the word "professor" very hard, and the mocking emotion in his tone was evident.

Zheng Ren is less than thirty years old, so he doesn't look like a professor.

"Don't dare." Zheng Ren didn't care. There were so many things happening in the hospital. This mocking tone was like a gust of wind, and he didn't feel it at all.

"You tossed the young master to see what's wrong?" the man said viciously.

"Presumptuous!" Bu Li scolded, "He is the doctor who performed surgery on the master."

"Professor Mori Yuichiro is the one who performed the operation on the master! Today, the young lady will not give an explanation, so I will take the young master and ask the master for an explanation! Bu family, now that you have said it, it is not enough!"

Zheng Ren had a headache for a while, the grievances and grievances of the giants, it was really boring.

"Are you sure you want to hear it?" Zheng Ren tilted his head and looked at the man with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"how?"

"Come in and close the door if you want."

The third master and Bu Li were also a little surprised, but they didn't speak and looked at Zheng Ren quietly.

"The condition is a bit special, there is no one here who is not suitable to listen." Zheng Ren asked.

"Speak up if you have something to say, and let it go if you have a fart!" The man was impatient.

"Nothing is fine." Zheng Ren pointed to the latest MRI film on the reader, and said, "The patient's imaging diagnosis is fine. It is indeed a symptom of nasal NK/T-cell lymphoma."

"But from the comprehensive medical history, this diagnosis is not established."

"Nonsense!" The man became increasingly impatient.

"I think the patient should have the behavior of smoking some prohibited items." Zheng Rendao.

In a word, it is as if a small pebble was thrown into the pond, causing layers of ripples.

The third master was startled, thoughtful.

Bu Li was a little puzzled and looked at Zheng Ren. After only one look at the patient, and then after watching the MRI film for more than 20 minutes, how did he diagnose it?

The old professors in the imperial capital and the magic capital did not have such a certain tone. Where did he get the confidence?

"Nonsense!" The man said angrily, then looked at Bu Li, and said viciously: "I will definitely report everything that happened today to the master."

"Whatever." Bu Li asked, "Doctor Zheng, he doesn't have a needle eye."

"It is mixed with glass debris. During the smoking process, the capillaries in the nose will rupture and directly enter the blood, increasing the pleasure."

The child who was carried by the third master suddenly stopped struggling, and looked at Zheng Ren with some fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

He did this very secretly, and never thought that it would be easily seen through.

"Go to the hospital for blood test. If there is still nosebleed in the morning, the chemicals in the blood should not be completely metabolized and can be detected." Zheng Ren finally said.

Seeing Zheng Ren's affirmation, the child panicked, and the other three instantly believed Zheng Ren's statement.

It must be like this, who would have thought that the truth turned out to be like this? !

The third master put down the child, cupped his hands, and said, "The old man has lost his sight. Dr. Zheng is really hidden."

Zheng Ren didn't think about the deeper meaning of the third master's words. He didn't care whether the third master was the one who walked away or the child in his hand, the wealthy family competed for these rotten things, and in the end, it must be a piece of chicken feathers.

In addition, the man looked puzzled, seeing that the boy was put down, and wanted to step forward to help him. It was only when I suddenly heard the truth that my legs were a little weak, and when I took a step, I stumbled and almost fell over.

"Doctor Zheng, are you tired? I'll ask someone to take you back." The third master was as calm as yesterday, and Zheng Ren didn't want to stay, so he followed the third master's words and left here.

At the door stood a row of people dressed in black, headed by the strong man who was called Xiao Liuzi by the third master who was holding a baseball bat in the emergency room yesterday.

"Send Dr. Zheng home." The third master arranged. "In addition, give Dr. Zheng an explanation for the afternoon."

After finishing speaking, the third master handed farewell.

"Doctor Zheng, please, please." Xiao Liuzi said politely.

"I haven't asked your surname yet?" Zheng Ren said.

"You're welcome, just call me Xiaoliuzi. You are the benefactor of the Bu family, that is, my Xiaoliuzi's benefactor. What is your surname?" Xiaoliuzi's tone was so humble that he kept smiling with his face. Domineering look in the emergency room with a baseball bat in hand.

After exiting the door, there was a person standing outside the door in despair, and Zheng Ren frowned.

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