Chapter 1383

"Wait a minute, director Chu." Zheng Ren's expression was serious and his hand was wide open. He began to reconstruct with simple CT scan data.

Looking at Zheng Ren's hand speed, director Chu was very envious.

Old doctors have rich clinical experience. And young doctors have plenty of energy and... Hand speed.

The combination of experience and physical strength?

That's impossible.

Boss Zheng may be a special case, but there will never be metastasis after reconstruction.

Director Chu firmly believes in this.

He shook his head again, stood up and turned away. Since boss Zheng insists, let him do it well. Anyway, I'm not optimistic about it. There's no need to watch it here.

After the directors left, Dr. Liang stayed.

He looked at the image and didn't see anything. It's just that boss Zheng stared at the original boring image, just like watching a bloody and violent blockbuster.

"Boss Zheng, have you found the problem?" Dr. Liang asked.

His voice was very low. He seemed worried that if his voice was a little louder, it would affect Zheng Rensi road.

"It should be between 6 and 7 thoracic vertebrae." Zheng Ren said that he didn't sell off, but pointed to a position of the image on the screen with the mouse.

"Here, the density is different from other places."

"..." Dr. Liang scratched his head.

There is no visible difference between that position and other positions on the image, at least they can't see it.

"See." Zheng Ren looked at the screen and was happy. "It should be here. When I finish the whole, if there are no other positions, I can judge."

"..." Dr. Liang could feel the joy in Zheng Ren's tone, but he still didn't know where it was.

He watched it for another hour. Every time he finished a CT three-dimensional reconstruction, boss Zheng would go back and compare it with the 6 and 7 thoracic vertebrae.

It seems that boss Zheng is more and more sure that there is a problem with that position.

Dr. Liang doesn't feel boring. He's already very happy to sit here and just watch boss Zheng's hand speed.

At this hand speed, it's good to participate in e-sports, with an annual salary of 100 million.

But as soon as the idea appeared, Dr. Liang smiled.

It is said that two days ago, boss Zheng gave a lecture to a group of foreign experts at a cost of $300000 per person.

Annual salary? Will boss Zheng care?

Alas, if only I had this hand speed.

Dr. Liang watched it for a while. Although he couldn't understand it, his hands were itchy. He went to the back and opened a machine to call up the film made by Zheng Ren and compared it carefully.

The density is really slightly different, but Dr. Liang suspects that it is the psychological effect after listening to Zheng Ren.

Where did he compare with Zheng Ren? It took him four and a half hours to complete the CT reconstruction of the whole body.

The workload this time is particularly large, because the data required is extremely fine, which has exceeded the most detailed level of clinical requirements.

After the whole body CT images were completed, it was more than 12 noon.

Zheng Ren stood up and saw that Dr. Liang was still holding two images for comparison, so he patted him on the shoulder.

Dr. Liang seemed frightened and almost didn't pop up from his chair.

"You don't have to be so fierce." Zheng Ren smiled.

"See God." Dr. Liang was a little embarrassed. He randomly pointed to a point on the influence and said, "is it here?"

"Well, there are problems around there, especially at the point you mean." Zheng Rendao.

Dr. Liang was full of joy and then said, "I thought it was my subjective opinion."

"It's not subjective consciousness or artifact. Here..." Zheng Ren sighed.

"What's the matter, boss Zheng?" Dr. Liang asked.

"I don't know how to prove it is malignant." Zheng Ren said helplessly.

Dr. Liang realized that the images he and boss Zheng had studied all morning might be meaningless at all.

Pour down a basin of cold water.

"I'll go back and think about it." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "upload the image for me, film... You can type one."

"OK."

"Then I'll go first."

Zheng Ren said, turned and left the CT room, thinking about how to determine that the abnormal images at the thoracic vertebrae of Li Lao 6 and 7 were latent metastatic lesions.

The abnormal judgment is very reluctantly. Even if the vertebral body is removed by destructive surgery, it is difficult for the pathology department to find a small amount of tumor cells.

It seems early. Zheng Ren remembers that Su Yun said he would talk to Peng Jia and uncle Ning in the afternoon.

Zheng Ren thought about the system diagnosis and the images he had just made, compared various imaging examinations in his mind, and walked back to the Department.

In the office, Chang Yue and Liu zewei are busy.

Liu zewei is writing a medical record, while Chang Yue is communicating and explaining to a woman in her 40s who is very flirtatious.

Zheng Ren didn't disturb them and sat in his usual seat.

"Sister, you said that the dead ghost had to cure such a serious disease! Isn't it too much money to burn?" The woman said to Chang Yue while trimming her nails.

"I can't say that. Now Professor Zheng's new technique has a high success rate." Chang Yue smiled and Zheng Ren felt the special impatience in her words.

"It's all blown out." The woman bowed her head while trimming her nails and said with certainty, "I wouldn't have brought him if a company said that as long as it agreed to live broadcast the operation, it would be able to bear all the expenses."

"It is the activity carried out by xinglinyuan company in order to popularize Professor Zheng's new tips operation." Chang Yue's smile became more polite and strange.

"I don't know which group the dead ghost is in. It's good to hear that the operation is finished. You said that for this disease, you should also take entecavir orally, for more than ten or tens of dollars a day. With that money, what's wrong with doing?"

Chang Yue doesn't want to be perfunctory anymore.

"Sister, you have a solid foundation with my sister. How long can my dead ghost live?"

"It is estimated that there will be no problem in twenty or thirty years." Chang Yue said.

"It's impossible. You see, his stomach is bigger than my October pregnancy. I have to stop and wait for him step by step along the way. This man has a strong desire to survive when he is dying. Isn't it good to die honestly?"

Zheng Ren was speechless.

Listening to the woman means that she walks in front of herself. The patient moves step by step, adheres to the imperial capital and comes to 912 hospital.

"But what's the use of living? In the end, you don't have to die? I saw him when I took him to see a doctor in other hospitals. He was in the late stage. A patient who had this operation died miserably."

"..." Zheng Ren sighed softly.

Chang Yue also kept silent and began to print various accounting materials for her to sign.

"It's all right, sister. You don't have to tell me all kinds of complications. Do you know why I want to come together?" The woman blew her nails, looked at the sun and felt very satisfied.