"This is my friend, Boss Zheng from 912." After entering the private room, Lin Jiaojiao introduced it first.

There were three men and one woman sitting inside. The woman was skinny and looked like she was in the advanced cachexia state of cancer.

Lin Jiaojiao introduced Zheng Ren, and then introduced the identities of several people present. Two of them were the bosses of the imperial capital, and another one was a man and a woman, who came to see a doctor from other places.

Zheng Ren was not interested in three men who were fine, and his eyes were always on the skinny woman. The system panel was slightly red. She was sick, but not serious.

"Boss Zheng, let's sit down first." Lin Jiaojiao said.

Zheng Ren nodded and sat next to Lin Jiaojiao.

"Boss Zheng is not so young, but this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine candidacy, not to mention domestically, but internationally, Boss Zheng's level is also top-notch." Lin Jiaojiao whispered irresponsibly.

However, if she had been in front of her colleagues in the medical field, she would not have said this so bluntly.

But in front of a few laymen, if you don’t say that, it will be difficult to open up the situation at the beginning.

A few words made the effect very good, and the eyes of the people here at Zheng Ren changed. There are actually not many complicated awards that we know in China. The Nobel Prize is a prize known to everyone.

Under this halo, Zheng Ren's image became much taller immediately.

Lin Jiaojiao is indeed good at dancing, because Zheng Ren's slightly awkward atmosphere was quickly adjusted just right afterwards.

Zheng Ren didn't think so much. When he saw the diagnosis given by the system in the system panel of a sick woman, he kept reading the relevant information about the disease in his memory.

"Lin Zi, tell Boss Zheng about your wife's illness." Lin Jiaojiao said: "Let me tell you, don't be careful that Boss Zheng is young and has a very high level. Last year, I took hyaluronic acid and suddenly became blind. It was the surgery that Boss Zheng did. I could see things the next day!"

The halo of the Nobel Prize and Lin Jiaojiao's personal statement gave the businessman named Lin a great confidence.

"Hello, Boss Zheng." The man stood up, took a few steps, bent down and reached out, and said politely: "Lin Fengming, and Sister Lin are our family, please give me some advice."

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren shook his hand, looked at his eyes, and said gently.

"My wife has been sick recently." Lin Fengming put his hand on the shoulder of the skinny woman and said with a sad face: "I have lost 20 kilograms in recent months. I took her to the hospital where we had an examination and found no problems."

Zheng Ren nodded and asked, "Did it start suddenly? Are there any symptoms?"

"Nothing special." Lin Fengming obviously answered this question countless times, and said without thinking: "Some time ago, Shanshan was going to participate in a model competition. She might have been a little nervous before the competition and started to suffer from insomnia. Since then, she has been losing weight."

Zheng Ren didn't say anything, listened quietly.

"At the beginning, Shanshan was quite happy and didn't have to worry about her weight. However, her weight continued to decline uncontrollably. Three months ago, she developed nausea and vomiting, especially when she couldn't eat. After eating, she vomited, and all the bile she vomited out."

The more Lin Fengming spoke, the more distressed he became, and his expression was gloomy.

"I'm worried that Shanshan has any problems, so I took her to check it out." Lin Fengming said.

Zheng Ren knew that what he was worried about was that the patient had a malignant tumor, which led to continuous sudden weight loss.

"But it took two months to check in our local hospitals, and there was no big problem. So, isn't it a problem to ask Sister Lin?" Lin Fengming said briefly, but judging from his meaning, he didn't believe Zheng Ren very much, but he just didn't want to smear Lin Jiaojiao's kindness.

"Is the movie here? I'll take a look." Zheng Ren said lightly.

"In the car, I'll ask the driver to bring it up." Lin Fengming said.

"Boss Zheng, what do you think?" Lin Jiaojiao suddenly asked when she saw Zheng Ren sitting beside her, her aura was like a mountain.

Generally speaking, she should not ask this question. At least she has to wait until she has watched the movie and then confirm that Zheng Ren has understood it before she will say it. At this time, if Zheng Ren doesn’t know what disease it is, wouldn’t it be a pity for Boss Zheng?

But Lin Jiaojiao suddenly had an illusion that Zheng Ren should be confident in everything.

Watch the movie just to make sure.

Lin Jiaojiao can't say why there is such an "illusion".

She was a nurse, a person in the circle, and had met countless great figures in the medical field. She vaguely noticed that Zheng Ren emitted the aura, or temperament, similar to the top academicians in China.

It’s just that Zheng Ren is too young, which makes people feel distrustful unconsciously.

Zheng Ren listened to Lin Jiaojiao's problem and looked at the patient, saying, "If you don't make a mistake, this disease is not anorexia, but a less common problem."

"Isn't it anorexia?" Lin Fengming just got the phone and asked the driver to bring up various test sheets and films, and then heard Zheng Ren's words.

This is what I say...

It is exactly what Lin Fengming is most afraid of and worried about the most.

Anorexia is not scary. If you really can’t use gastric tubes or intravenous nutritional drugs, you will have nothing to do with people.

But if it weren't for anorexia, would it be a malignant tumor?

In Lin Fengming's consciousness, there are only various cancers that continue to lose weight.

His face suddenly became ugly. If Lin Jiaojiao hadn't been sitting here, he would have started to get angry.

What are you talking nonsense about a young doctor?

Doctors from so many large hospitals in the provincial capital say it’s okay, probably because of anorexia. You, a little doctor, just open your mouth and talk nonsense?!

Lin Fengming glanced at Lin Jiaojiao and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Lin Jiaojiao ignored him, just a partner. Lin Jiaojiao knew who is a strategic resource and who should be with her side. She said it was just a random talk. A surname is my family? Lin Jiaojiao knew where to turn her elbow.

If Lin Zi is so ignorant, he will not care about this matter. Lin Jiaojiao had a gentle smile on her face, but countless thoughts appeared in her heart. She even thought about how to end after breaking up with Lin Fengming in an instant.

"Mr. Lin, how tall are your lovers? How heavy were they in the past?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.

"1 meter 78." Lin Fengming was a little angry.

He is relatively short, and Shanshan is a model and is much taller than him. The two of them stand together and don’t look very harmonious.

This person doesn’t see a doctor, but asks about height and weight. Is it a pervert?!

Zheng Ren nodded, didn't say much, just stared at the table in a daze, constantly drawing out countless related information in his memory.

Indeed, the diagnosis given by the big pig's hooves is not a tumor, but a rare disease called superior mesenteric artery syndrome.

It's just rare, not rare.
Chapter completed!