When Dr. Raffson walked out of the CT room, he saw everyone’s gloomy faces.

He realized something and immediately asked,””What happened? Is there really a tumor?”

“Doctor, in your CT scan, we can see …” One of professor raffson’s assistants explained slowly. He was organizing his words as he spoke.

“X-ray, I want to see the X-ray! I want the most authoritative diagnosis and analysis!” Dr. Raffson said loudly as he could already see his future.

Like a passerby walking in the dark, professor raffson panicked.

But when the X-ray appeared in front of Dr. Raffson, who did not know anything about medicine, he immediately saw the 3-cm lesion in the right lower lung.

A malignant tumor! A tumor that was not present 88 days ago! Zheng was actually right!

Dr. Raffson felt a little dizzy. How did the “vicious” curse become a reality?

Meanwhile, principal Zhang and the others had yet to recover from the negative emotions of surprise, shock, fear, and confusion.

Dr. Raffson immediately asked to return to his country. He felt like he was cursed, not sick.

He had lung cancer the moment he came to the capital. If he didn’t hurry and leave, he might end up with late-stage lung cancer if he delayed it for another two days. There was no good way to cure it.

At that time, it would be too late to regret.

At this moment, Dr. Raffson was in extreme regret.

She knew that doctor Zheng was someone who could be with Lord Kerry … No, that was just one of them. He was the person who could cure the witch Maris, how could she dare to offend him!

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Zheng Ren did not receive the video, so he was not in a hurry. Professor rafferson’s illness should not be treated in the imperial capital.

The sky was already dark by the time he finished talking to Christian.

Taking advantage of the lack of sunlight, she sent Christian away. Maris stayed in the imperial capital and waited for Zheng Ren’s treatment.

In fact, Zheng Ren felt that the entire 3D scan and image reconstruction could be considered perfect. Anyone could perform the surgery, but they would need to work slowly to produce fine work.

However, both Christian and Maris rejected this. In Maris ‘words, Zheng Ren had a pair of hands that had been kissed by God, and it was impossible for someone else to do it.

So be it. Zheng Ren had no choice but to accept this ‘big job’.

A few days later, Zheng Ren performed Maris ‘first operation. The injury was not serious, and 302 grams of fat was transplanted.

This was the first step in a long surgery process that was like moving mountains and filling the sea.

Through the postoperative observation, Zheng Ren adjusted and made minor adjustments to the surgical method as he explored and moved forward step by step.

Zheng Ren didn’t dare to be careless about Maris ‘surgery. This had nothing to do with her being a legendary witch.

This was because this surgery needed to be performed too many times. If the completion rate of each surgery was 95%, Zheng Ren was worried that the accumulation of time and time would reduce the overall completion rate to an outrageous level.

However, her postoperative recovery was quite good, and there were no complications. Everything was progressing in a good direction.

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The days were still the same. However, as he worked longer at 912 and the duration of the live stream of surgeries increased, Zheng Ren’s surgery volume increased.

Recently, Zheng Ren had almost no free time to go to the emergency department for a stroll.

Not to mention the emergency department, even sitting leisurely in a seat near the window every afternoon, basking in the sun, and holding the fifth edition of the science of foreign surgery book to read in the system library was rare.

The TIPS surgery in the morning and the live surgery stream in the afternoon were busy and boring, but Zheng Ren did not think much of it.

The newly unlocked energy value had never dropped below 1000 points, and Zheng Ren was very satisfied with his constant energy.

There was only one surgery in the afternoon. Zheng Ren sat in his usual spot after the surgery, feeling a little empty inside.

‘Maybe I’ve been performing too many surgeries recently, so I don’t have the time to be artistic,’ Zheng Ren thought. Once he switched from a busy state to an idle state, he was really a little uncomfortable.

It seemed like he had not read a novel in a long time. Zheng Ren sat quietly in his seat under the sun and suddenly had such a thought.

It had indeed been a long time. The last time he read a novel seemed to be when he was a chief resident in Haicheng.

After that, he went on a mission to help the earthquake. Then, he came back and worked hard for the TIPS surgery and the Nobel Prize.

A hobby, almost the only hobby, was abandoned just like that? (Note 1)

Zheng Ren smiled and took out his phone to open the novel app.

He still remembered reading more than a dozen books and raising them for a year. He didn’t know how many of them were still alive.

As expected, more than half of the dozen books had died from Zheng Ren’s nurturing. This was quite a regretful thing.

He opened a novel that he used to like, but ended with an angry chapter. He read it with regret.

Zheng Ren could feel the author’s anger between the lines. His heart was filled with many things, making him feel emotional.

‘What a pity,’ Zheng Ren thought.

As he looked, his heart skipped a beat. How was the little boy?

A long time ago, when she had just arrived at 912, she had met a little boy with a terminal tumor. He naughtily took advantage of the time when his mother and director Qi were conversing to play games. He even asked Zheng Ren to help him keep an eye on them.

After that, there was a period of time when he mentioned in his QQ chat that his illness was getting better.

Zheng Ren was in disbelief as he thought of a possibility.

Although he had experienced many life and death situations in the hospital, he had gradually become calmer. However, in the face of a strange little boy, Zheng Ren could not bear to see him wither so early.

Therefore, for some reason, Zheng Ren had stopped logging into QQ, and he had stopped reading little boy’s comments.

That afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. Zheng Ren, who had always been like a rock, felt a warm ray of sunlight on the soft part of his heart. His entire person also became gentler.

He switched the interface to the QQ login position and muttered to himself for a long time.

Although Zheng Ren had always been calm and indifferent during treatment, surgery, and emergency rescue, he was still cold and indifferent. However, that was only because of his professionalism and his professional needs.

On such an afternoon, facing a small flower that was about to wither before it bloomed, he was at a loss.

Finally, Zheng Ren pressed the login button.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was the Ray of warm sunshine in the afternoon that made people’s hearts change.

When Zheng Ren logged in, he saw that little boy had just updated his friend status 12 minutes ago.

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[Note 1: when creating a Q-Group, you feel the pressure suddenly increase.] I used to play a mobile game for two and a half years, but it was abandoned just like that. Occasionally, I would think of it, but it could only be treated as a memory. Beautiful memories existed in my past life.

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