Chapter 410: How Do We Treat Her?
The surgery ended and Zheng Ren stepped away from the operating table.
He did not remove his surgical gown. Instead, he waited for Su Yun to bring the stretcher trolley over and helped to move the patient.
“Su Yun, does Sea City have a psychiatrist? It would be best if the patient had access to one once she recovers.”
Su Yun replied, “No, we don’t. There are very few psychiatry departnts in our country. I know soone who’s based in Imperial Capital.”
“Are they any good?”
“Talented; definitely worth a try, but it’s a bit pricey.”
Su Yun’s social circle was a galaxy compared to Zheng Ren’s.
Psychiatry was an uncommon specialty in China. The fact that Su Yun had a recomnded contact was a testant to his well-connectedness.
“I’ll have a word with the family about the recomnded therapy for the patient,” Zheng Ren said as he watched the stretcher trolley leave the operating room. He had not taken his gloves off.
“Go ahead. Let know if they want the contact.” Su Yun and Chu Yanran wheeled the patient out of the operating room.
“Su Yun, get the father to stay back. I have sothing to show him,” Zheng Ren called out after Su Yun. He had wanted to show the father the evidence.
“I rember!” Su Yun’s voice reverberated outside the operating room hallway.
Zheng Ren rotated his shoulders to relieve the tension. He saw Departnt Chief Sun standing in the corner.
The departnt chief looked to be in a daze. The yellow plastic bag was untied and a distinct odor perated the operating room.
Zheng Ren tried to get the departnt chief’s attention. “Chief Sun, the surgery is done. I’m going to inform the family.”
Departnt Chief Sun snapped out of his daze. He wore a confused expression as his mind processed what was being said to him.
His silence prompted Zheng Ren to ask with concern, “Chief Sun, are you feeling well?”
“Uh...” Departnt Chief Sun hesitated, then he sealed the yellow plastic bag and walked toward Zheng Ren. “Little Zheng, your diagnosis was spot-on!”
The departnt chief gave Zheng Ren a congratulatory thumbs-up, a wide smile on his face.
This was the second ti the departnt chief had praised him. If Su Yun was here, so sarcastic remark would have been made. The departnt chief’s enthusiastic complints were t with an awkward smile from Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren felt he was undeserving of praise.
After all, it was the System that provided the diagnosis.
Truth be told, Zheng Ren could not recall the specifics about Rapunzel Syndro. He would have to look up the article to refresh his mory. These thoughts raced through his mind as the departnt chief showered him with praise.
Departnt Chief Sun did not sense the awkwardness in the air. The sll of the impacted stool might have temporarily impaired his brain functions.
“Little Zheng, that friend of mine will be arriving tomorrow. I’ll have to trouble you to perform the TIPS surgery,” Departnt Chief Sun said solemnly.
“It’s no trouble. Admit him to your ward. I believe your departnt is more experienced in handling hepatic encephalopathy,” Zheng Ren replied with a smile.
Departnt Chief Sun nodded faintly.
He wanted to slap himself for his past foolishness.
Zheng Ren had a foreign professor by his side. What was his na? Rudy? Ruben? Even if Zheng Ren could not perform the TIPS surgery, the professor could step in, but why would a foreign professor deign to take up a subordinate role?
The foreign professor’s presence was to Departnt Chief Sun’s benefit. He had communicated the Caucasian professor’s involvent with his friend to gain brownie points.
He still had doubts about the success rate of the TIPS surgery, but he trusted Departnt Chief Xia’s judgnt.
Departnt Chief Xia was a capable woman. She survived countless altercations with Departnt Chief Liu; that was an amazing feat on its own.
She rarely praised others, but Zheng Ren was an exception. He ca with Departnt Chief Xia’s recomndation and she was not shy with her complints.
Departnt Chief Sun had a clearer picture of Zheng Ren’s status now. He was in good spirits as he followed Zheng Ren out of the operating room.
Despite the age difference, Departnt Chief Sun was willing to admit he had misjudged Zheng Ren. The junior doctor had grown into a force to be reckoned with in Sea City General Hospital.
Zheng Ren carried the yellow plastic bag out to the corridor.
“Family of Wang Yutong!” Zheng Ren announced.
Wang Yutong’s father imdiately appeared before Zheng Ren, concern etched into his worn face.
Su Yun had inford him to wait for the lead surgeon to explain the circumstances and rushed off with his daughter.
Zheng Ren eyed the man. “You’re Wang Yutong’s father?”
“Yes.”
“Your daughter is suffering from a rare illness.”
The middle-aged man’s face paled. He looked as if Zheng Ren told him his daughter had cancer.
The man’s imagination ran amok and panic seized him.
Zheng Ren could see the shift in expression and quickly smiled to lighten the mood.
“Your daughter has a psychiatric disorder,” Zheng Ren clarified.
A curveball.
Wang Yutong’s father was surprised.
“Psychiatric disorder?” the man questioned.
A psychiatric disorder required surgical treatnt?
“It’s... The disorder is called Rapunzel Syndro.”
“Rapunzel...” The man eyed Zheng Ren suspiciously. If not for the full surgical gear, he would think Zheng Ren was a sham. Hints of blood splattered on Zheng Ren’s gloves made him think twice.
“Rapunzel Syndro is a rare dical condition resulting in ingesting hair. Hair is made of keratin, which cannot be digested by gastric acid and enzys, causing problems in the gastrointestinal tract,” Zheng Ren explained.
“The body can excrete a few strands, but a person with Rapunzel Syndro ingests an excessive amount of hair. Often the patient displays symptoms of thinning hair and malnutrition due to gastrointestinal problems.” Zheng Ren leaned forward with the yellow plastic bag. “Here is the trichobezoar that ford from the large amount of hair she ingested, so you can get a better idea of what your daughter has.”
Zheng Ren opened the yellow plastic bag to show Wang Yutong’s father.
The long explanation was helpful for him to understand his daughter’s condition and his distrust in Zheng Ren slowly faded.
There were many questions in his mind still, but he understood the gist of it.
Holding his breath in, he peered into the open plastic bag.
Zheng Ren pulled out a piece of the trichobezoar.
The individual strands of hair were a part of the patient’s stool and they were nurous. It was a disturbing sight to behold.
A picture was worth a thousand words.
Wang Yutong believed Zheng Ren’s diagnosis.
“Doctor, how do we treat her?” he asked Zheng Ren with pleading eyes.
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