The Surgeon’s Studio

>“Hm.
Now, how did you come to that diagnosis, Boss Zheng?” The old chiefs were intrigued.

“Please, just call me Little Zheng.
It is uncomfortable to have the both of you calling me boss,” Zheng Ren said.
Back in the CT room, he had been too preoccupied with his work to correct their honorifics, but he had to put a stop to it now.

“Sure, sure.
But do tell us how you came up with that diagnosis,” Chief Chu insisted.

“Parathyroid dysfunction is the main cause of myopathic gait in adults.
The mass on his wrist showed signs of reddening and swelling.
I suspect it’s calcification in the blood vessels and soft tissues due to hyperphosphatemia.

“This is an involuntary, dynamic process.
The smooth muscle cells of the vessel are stimulated by the high concentration of phosphate into undergoing a phenotype change that leads to vessel calcification,” Zheng Ren said.

The System had not provided him the details but reverse analysis from an extant diagnosis was much easier.

Zheng Ren’s memory had improved greatly since his encounter with the System.
He could clearly remember articles that he had read and pick them out from his mind.

Research Graduate Liang was astounded by Zheng Ren’s abilities.
‘This man can diagnose a parathyroid disorder from a waddling gait and a bulge on the man’s wrist?’

A stranger would have thought that Zheng Ren was spewing hot air.

However, the past few days had proven that Zheng Ren was in a league of his own.
Be it emergency rescue, rare disease surgical treatment, theoretical concepts or methodology research, Zheng Ren excelled in them all.

Could his diagnosis be correct?

The question swirled around in the minds of the other four doctors but only Su Yun spoke up.

“Trace element imbalances in adults often lead to decreased kidney function.
If you had made this diagnosis on a patient in a hemodialysis unit, I’d accept it.
But that man was normal, so I have my doubts,” Su Yun said.

“Which is why I suspect that he has dietary problems,” Zheng Ren said with a nod.
He understood Su Yun’s skepticism.

Su Yun turned to Chief Chu and asked, “Chief Chu, why don’t you ask Mr.
Song about this?”

After a moment of hesitation, Chief Chu dialed the man.

“Hi.
No, the dishes are great.
We’re very satisfied.”

“Right, there’s something I wanted to ask.
What’s your favorite food? Anything special?”

“Oh, sure.
Yes, let’s speak face-to-face.”

The call ended and Chief Chu’s gaze fell on Zheng Ren.

Was this another win for the young doctor? Su Yun could read the old man’s expression and shook his head softly.
His tousled locks swayed languidly.
It was tiring to see Zheng Ren always being right.

Soon, Song Ying returned to their private room.

His waddling was more evident when his pace quickened.

Song Ying bowed in respect before asking, “Chief Chu, the question you asked just now: was it related to my legs?”

“Little Zheng, why don’t you share your thoughts,” Chief Chu said to Zheng Ren.

“Mr.
Song, please have a seat.” Zheng Ren gave the man a smile.
“When did you start noticing the inconvenience in your steps?”

“Three or four months ago.”

“Do you have any food habits?”

Song Ying hesitated for a moment.
Then, he stared into Zheng Ren’s eyes and found only the concern of a physician.

“I like to eat grilled sausage.”

[1] Also known as a waddling gait.

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