Zheng Ren inserted the front film on the film viewer and compared the two films.

"It's obvious that the film from 3 months ago has not changed significantly compared to now," said Zheng Ren.

"Boss, your way of saying this cannot give people a sense of trust." Su Yun said contemptuously: "You should say that compared with the previous film, the CT enhancement of the admission examination did not see any changes. The tumor marker is also normal, and it is not lung cancer at all."

"It's almost done." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Professor Zhao is a pulmonary isolation disorder, a very typical symptom."

"..." Zhao Wenhua was speechless.

He was a little anxious, and was anxious to find a place to read the books, or go to the online library to find information about pulmonary isolation.

Inadequate knowledge reserved leads to a disadvantage in such face-to-face consultation confrontation.

Zhao Wenhua sighed, "Confrontation? If you fight for a yarn, you will be completely abused by Boss Zheng!"

"If you have enough time to fast water, you can..." As he said that, Zheng Ren took out his cell phone and looked at the time, "You can do an angiography in 2 or 3 hours, and the angiography is the gold standard."

"I...I'll ask...I'll ask." Zhao Wenhua stammered.

"Okay." Zheng Ren smiled, "I'll bother Professor Zhao."

"No trouble." Zhao Wenhua felt chill.

Why are Boss Zheng doing so politely when he talks to him? Are he thinking of something?

This is his own patient. He is so polite, he must have a sarcastic feeling!

The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. It seemed that there was a huge conspiracy in front of him. As long as he took a step forward, he would be like a deep abyss.

Zheng Ren took down the film, prepared it in chronological order, and handed it to Zhao Wenhua. The gentle and honest smile on his face had never changed.

Zhao Wenhua took the film and went to the ward to hand it over to his cousin.

"Brother, are you busy?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin asked in distress.

"It's okay." After saying that, Zhao Wenhua turned around and ran away.

His cousin didn't see how anxious Zhao Wenhua was, and followed behind with a pale face.

When Zhao Wenhua saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun chatting in the office, he seemed to be talking about pulmonary isolation.

He couldn't go in again, so he could only go out, wanting to find a quiet place to search for the clinical manifestations of pulmonary isolation on his mobile phone.

Zheng Ren's gentle and honest smile always appears in front of him, and Zhao Wenhua's heart is cold.

What would you do if you found someone else’s misdiagnosis?

A person with good relationship patted his shoulders, laughed at him first, and then pretended to be low-key and talked about his illness and why he made a mistake.

The reason why I pretend to be low-key is to cover up my inner compliment.

If the relationship is not good, when there are too many people, pretend to call him casually, so that he will not be able to come to Taiwan directly.

As a doctor, you can’t even understand the diagnosis. You are also qualified to lead the group in 912?!

But Boss Zheng put his posture very low and just went on stage to see his surgery. What the hell is this?

It's definitely not pulmonary isolation. He is luring himself into misdiagnosis, and then the operation failed, making himself a laughing stock for everyone!

Zhao Wenhua felt that he had discovered the truth.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua felt his eyes lit up. Everything before was all acting! It must be the sissy Su Yun set up a game.

First, he used Professor Rudolph Wagner, a foreigner to increase his trust and explain the condition easily and easily understand. Finally, Su Yun came in and deepened his impression.

The reason why I have to worry about the operation is to prepare to agree to the operation while I am panicking. Then, during the operation, take the opportunity to attack.

It's so sinister!

Zhao Wenhua thought to himself.

How can I work under the same roof with such a person? Zhao Wenhua feels very tired and tired.

"Brother, tell me why Xiaojuan got sick?" Zhao Wenhua's younger brother followed and complained repeatedly.

Only then did Zhao Wenhua notice that his distant cousin was always following him.

In an instant, Zhao Wenhua wanted to slap him and drive him away. The farther away, the better, it would be so far away that he could not see him.

"Oh, the child is still young and no one takes care of the land at home. The harvest this year is over, so how can I live in the future?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin nagged.

"It's not necessarily lung cancer." Zhao Wenhua said absent-mindedly.

While speaking, he walked quickly outside the hospitalization department, trying to get rid of his annoying distant cousin.

"Brother, I know you are comforting me." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said, "Tell me, how long can Xiaojuan live?"

Zhao Wenhua felt a little sick and walked out of the inpatient department, the sun shining brightly.

He narrowed his eyes, came to a shadow, and took out his cell phone.

"Brother, how long do you think Xiaojuan can live? Can she live in three months?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin continued to talk.

“It should be no problem.”

Zhao Wenhua said, and began to search for pulmonary isolation on a foreign website.

"Brother, tell me the truth, has it been transferred? If it is transferred, the disease will not be cured." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said: "It is not very meaningful to not cure it. In the end, the house is sold for land, and people cannot keep it."

Zhao Wenhua ignored his cousin's nagging and found several related information.

His foreign language skills are not low, but it is still a little difficult to read pure professional information. Fortunately, he knows what disease it is, so it is not that troublesome to find it.

If you don’t know about pulmonary isolation, Zhao Wenhua will not be able to find it after giving you a year.

"Old Li in the next village is so miserable. His wife doesn't accept her fate, and her house and land are sold. The poor family can't get rid of the blame. Later, when people died, they couldn't even afford to buy a shroud." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin continued to nag.

Zhao Wenhua found the article, and after clicking it, he did not look at the English information, but pulled down and began to look for the image information.

Generally, the literature is equipped with video materials, which are simple and easy to understand and increase persuasion.

The film he was looking for was a patient with lung isolation in the lower lobe of the left lung. In the picture, the writer also thoughtfully circled the location of lung isolation and used arrows to indicate it.

Even those who don’t know much about imaging can see it at a glance.

The movie...is so similar to the one I just watched.

Is it really pulmonary isolation? Zhao Wenhua was in a daze.

"Brother, what should you do if Xiaojuan dies?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said in distress.

Zhao Wenhua felt bored, but he had to say a few perfunctory words.

"Don't worry, I'm really not sure whether this disease is cancer." Zhao Wenhua suppressed the anger in his heart and said unhappy.

"Don't lie to me, brother." Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin said: "You said that the passbooks at home are all in Xiaojuan's hands. If she dies, I don't know the password. What can I do about this?"

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Chapter completed!