The Surgeon’s Studio

Chapter 841: Hot Pot Rice and a Plate of Chicken

Lin Fengming’s driver quickly brought all kinds of radiographic films and reports. He bowed, turned around, and left without saying a word.

Because it was so sudden, Lin Jiaojiao did not prepare the radiographic film viewer. Zheng Ren could only hold the radiographic films on his abdomen and look through the light.

There was indeed no sign of tumors on the radiographic films. Zheng Ren was relieved. Then, his gaze landed on the abdominal aorta and superior mesenteric artery.

The sepsis reconstruction was characterized by the ‘mouth sign’, which was a typical manifestation of smaller arterial angles on the abdominal aorta and intestinal membranes.

The System was as reliable as ever, and there was no problem with the diagnosis given.

However, although Zheng Ren had obtained the evidence he wanted, he did not neglect it. He reconstructed the radiographic films in his mind, and after confirming it, he began to look through the ultrasound and blood collection and other examination reports.

After looking at the radiographic films and reports for a long time, Lin Fengming became more and more impatient. The expression on his face changed from the initial respect to disdain.

In his opinion, Zheng Ren was just putting on an act. There were so many doctors in the Provincial Capital who had diagnosed his wife with anorexia. How could a young doctor like him overturn it with one sentence?!

“Boss Zheng, do you have any objections?” After waiting for nearly ten minutes, Lin Fengming suddenly spoke up.

His tone was already very impatient. If not for Lin Jiaojiao being present, he would have pointed at Zheng Ren’s nose and scolded him.

Lin Jiaojiao raised her head and glared at Lin Fengming without holding back.

“Jiaojiao, in the Provincial Capital, many old experts diagnosed anorexia,” Lin Fengming explained in a low voice.

At this point, Lin Fengming realized that he was in the Imperial Capital and not his hometown. He could not help but feel a little depressed.

“It’s not anorexia,” Zheng Ren put down the report in his hand and said with a smile. “Because of the lack of fat in the body, tall and thin women may get superior mesenteric artery syndrome.”

“Boss Zheng, how do you want to treat it?” Lin Jiaojiao did not ask how Zheng Ren found out. She directly asked for treatment and supported Zheng Ren verbally to express her trust.

Zheng Ren felt that it was a little strange. As a person in the industry, Lin Jiaojiao would usually ask him a few questions about the diagnosis process.

However, he did not think about it carefully. He picked up the radiographic films, and he pointed at the upper abdominal aorta and superior mesenteric artery. “Here, the angle should be forty to sixty degrees.

“But the angle shown here is about eighteen degrees,” Zheng Ren said. “So, it has exerted pressure on the second and third segments of the duodenum.”

“…” Lin Jiaojiao did not understand.

She was only a medical staff who was trained as a nurse. The imaging findings of the angle between the abdominal aorta and the superior mesenteric artery were something that most clinical chief physicians would not care about, let alone her.

“The transverse and ascending segments of the duodenum span from right to left across the third lumbar vertebra, the abdominal aorta, and the paravertebral muscles.

“The superior mesenteric artery originates from the abdominal aorta at the level of the first lumbar vertebra, forming an acute angle with the abdominal aorta.

“It also crosses the transverse or ascending segment of the duodenum before entering the small mesentery.” This was Zheng Ren’s first time saw this kind of illness. The discomfort brought by the roller coaster disappeared in an instant, and he began to explain it to Lin Jiaojiao with great interest.

“Because it’s too thin and lacks fat, the angle shrinks, and then the blood vessels compressed the intestinal tract. The patient’s symptoms are actually not serious, only vomiting and not eating.”

Lin Fengming was stunned. This was not serious? What exactly was considered serious?!

“Many patients with this disease will have incomplete intestinal obstruction, leading to a higher rate of misdiagnosis,” Zheng Ren said. “The treatment is also relatively simple. There is no need to take medicine. High-calorie food will be enough.

“In one or two months, she will be able to recover.”

“That won’t do!” Shanshan screamed when she heard Zheng Ren’s words, as if she had seen a ghost.

For models and people who paid attention to maintaining their figure, high-calorie food–pearl milk tea, instant noodles, hot pot rice, and large plates of chicken were all devils.

Zheng Ren smiled. “It’s okay. You’re too thin now, not too fat. Eat for a few months and pay attention to your nutrition in the future. It won’t affect your career.”

After saying that, Zheng Ren looked at Lin Jiaojiao and said, “Sister Lin, take her to the General Surgery Department tomorrow. Are you familiar with the professor who leads the group at the hospital?”

“Yes, I can speak to them,” Lin Jiaojiao said.

“Okay, then I won’t overstep my authority. I’ll do a barium enema of the upper digestive tract, and I’ll be able to diagnose them as long as I have a signature.” The concept of being a small-town doctor still existed in Zheng Ren’s mind. He knew that the patient’s family would not trust the diagnosis of a young doctor in the emergency ward of Sea City, so he mentioned it directly.

“The diagnosis you gave is the final diagnosis,” Lin Jiaojiao said with certainty.

“Don’t do that. Look for the Professor to give you a once-over. As for the treatment, I don’t recommend surgery,” Zheng Ren said. “Surgery is too troublesome, and it’s completely unnecessary. The trauma is also big. You only need to eat high-calorie food for a few months.”

In Zheng Ren’s opinion, it was simply too perfect to use food to treat illnesses.

Many girls and women worked hard to lose weight in order to maintain their bodies. However, the patient in front of him only needed to eat high-calorie food to cure his illness. She was really lucky.

When this thought appeared in his mind, Zheng Ren immediately smiled bitterly.

How was this lucky? Those who were not sick and healthy were the luckiest.

After saying that, Zheng Ren put the radiographic films into the bag. He sorted out all the test results and stood up. “Sister Lin, I won’t be accompanying everyone. Today, my colleagues are having a meal together. They want to celebrate. They are drinking.”

“What happy event is going on over there?” Lin Jiaojiao said jokingly.

“Isn’t there a live broadcast of the surgery today? It’s from Xinglin Garden, so Su Yun took the initiative to come out to celebrate.”

“…” Lin Jiaojiao was stunned.

Was this Boss Zheng So Bold? The live broadcast of the surgery was even on the website. It would be fine if it succeeded, but if it failed… The consequences would be unimaginable.

He was truly a man of great skill and courage!

Lin Jiaojiao once again refreshed her impression of Zheng Ren and politely sent him back.

“Sister Lin, what took you so long?” Su Yun raised his head and drank a mouthful of vodka. After tasting the hot taste of the alcohol, he saw Zheng Ren and Lin Jiaojiao return and asked them casually.

“Boss Zheng diagnosed a case of superior mesenteric artery syndrome. He looked at the radiographic films very carefully.” Lin Jiaojiao smiled and asked the waiter for a clean wine glass. She poured some vodka for Su Yun, the Professor, Chang Yue, and Little Oliver and said with a smile, “I’ll drink here first as a toast.”

She was also forthright. She poured a glass of wine directly into the glass and lift up the bottom of the glass without changing her expression.

“Sister Lin is straightforward!” Su Yun praised and drank together.

“I won’t keep you all.” Lin Jiaojiao said, “Boss Zheng, today is my treat. The order has been bought. Don’t stand on ceremony with me. If you speak too much, you’ll be treated as an outsider. You’re busy here. I’ll go back and treat you another day.”