People's Hospital, Department of Thoracic Surgery, Lu Tiancheng squatted on the ground and looked at the chest vial, his forehead was covered with black lines.

The liquid in the chest vial was black, as if it had quantum fluctuations. Before I knew it, it had already rushed from the chest vial to the top of Lu Tiancheng's head.

He stared at the chest vial in a daze. How did this thing be drawn from the patient's chest cavity?

After working for more than ten years, Lu Tiancheng looked at the breast bottle almost every day, and he had never seen a dark breast fluid.

Lu Tiancheng's first thought was bloody pleural fluid, because a large number of macrophages deposited with yellow iron blood appeared, and the drainage of the liquid was black due to hemolysis.

But he had seen bloody pleural swelling, but it was not like this at all.

The liquid in the chest vial is also difficult to describe by hemolysis, because although they are all black, black is different from black.

What kind of thing is this? Lu Tiancheng seemed to be in the bathroom without paper. He squatted on the ground helplessly and thought about it over and over again, but couldn't find the answer.

"Doctor Lu." The patient was lying on the bed and saw that Lu Tiancheng was awkward in his posture, and he was a little moved, but Lu Tiancheng was still motionless and did not speak, and he became more and more nervous.

"Ah?" After a few seconds, Lu Tiancheng responded.

"Why is my pleural effusion different from others?" the patient asked.

Lu Tiancheng looked up and tried hard to squeeze out a smile.

"Drain the flow first, wait for the flow to take a video," Lu Tiancheng said vaguely, and did not directly answer the patient's questions.

You can't say in front of the patient that you don't understand, if that's the case, it would be a lot of tigers.

Lu Tiancheng couldn't figure it out and sighed and stood up.

He squatted for a while, and after standing up, his legs became weak and almost fell to the ground.

After walking out of the ward with black lines and question marks on his forehead, Lu Tiancheng became more and more confused after reading it. He had no judgment on the patient's condition.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~" Lu Tiancheng knocked on Zhu Jun's door.

"Master, it's me."

"Enter."

"Patient No. 12 has a dark pleural effusion." Lu Tiancheng replied in the simplest way.

"Observe, don't worry." Zhu Jun saw a black breast slumber when he was checking in the morning, but he remained silent and said nothing, and would not squat on the ground to observe.

"Oh." Lu Tiancheng sighed, and it seemed that Director Zhu didn't know either.

He glanced at Director Zhu, wearing glasses, was reading a book.

It turned out that the master was not idle and was looking for the answer.

Lu Tiancheng turned around and left helplessly. He did not go to the ward or the doctor's office. Instead, he went to the duty room and took off his white clothes and shoes and lay on the bed to figure out what was going on.

There is definitely no description of clinical symptoms that I have never encountered before in the surgical book, and Lu Tiancheng quickly gave up looking for answers.

He took out his cell phone, thought for a long time, and finally called out.

"Such high radiation! It's so fucking! Take it off and give it to the staff quickly and don't force me to call the police!"

Li Qinghua's voice came, which scared Lu Tiancheng.

The gentle Li Qinghua rarely speaks so harshly.

"Qinghua, what's wrong?" Lu Tiancheng asked immediately.

"Wait a minute, I have something to deal with on this side, I will call you later." Li Qinghua and Lu Tiancheng were also quite casual in speaking. They had something to do, so they explained and hung up the phone.

Lu Tiancheng felt particularly uncomfortable when he could feel the busyness of Li Qinghua.

I originally thought that my biggest competitor had lost his competing spirit because of a serious illness and lived in the Third Hospital just for the administrative level of a director.

Li Qinghua was willing to fall into depravity, and Lu Tiancheng always thought that he had obtained a bargain.

Unexpectedly, after Li Qinghua went to the Third Hospital, he not only did not fall into degeneration, but instead did a prosperous life, which brought more and more pressure on Director Zhu.

Lu Tiancheng was in a complicated mood. He silently held his cell phone, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, the phone called.

"Tiancheng, I'm sorry, a patient on my side was deceived and got a stone that said it was shining. As a result, the radiation of that thing exceeded the standard by more than 300 times."

"..." Lu Tiancheng was stunned.

"Wearing that stone is equivalent to taking more than 200 chest x-rays every day. Isn't that nonsense? The patient started bleeding from nose after wearing it for a day. Fortunately, he found out early. Just this, he shouted to me." Li Qinghua was not complaining, but just stated a fact.

"You are quite busy." Lu Tianchengdao.

"It's okay, I'm not busy at this time. I'm usually busy when I invite Teacher Chen to come on weekends."

"Qinghua, I'm having something happen to me here, I'll ask you." Lu Tiancheng said about the black breast fluid.

"Black pleural fluid? Not the precipitated bloody fluid?" Li Qinghua asked in confusion.

"It shouldn't be. We have seen bloody fluid for a lot, so it is definitely not the same color. The hemolysis reaction is not similar, I can't understand." Lu Tiancheng told the truth.

"Wait, what did you say?"

Zhou Congwen!

The young doctor in the Third Hospital appeared in front of Lu Tiancheng.

"Tumor marker, melanoma? Is it possible?" Li Qinghua's voice was very light, a little far away. He should have put down the phone and talked to Zhou Congwen.

Lu Tiancheng pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the sound on the other side.

"Of all metastatic lung cancers, malignant melanoma accounts for only 5%, and only 2% of these melanoma patients have pleural effusion."

Melanoma is melanoma, it is not black, Lu Tiancheng thought to himself.

But before the thoughts disappeared, Zhou Congwen's voice came intermittently.

"Fontana Masson's staining method can stain the pigment in the cytoplasm of tumor cells to black, which indicates that there is melanin in the cytoplasm of tumor cells."

"However, among patients with melanoma, the possibility of black pleural effusion is not high, at most about 10%.

Uh... it really happened? Lu Tiancheng had a nose and eyes after hearing what Zhou Congwen said, and he had already believed it halfway.

"Qinghua, Qinghua!" Lu Tiancheng shouted quickly.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Li Qinghua asked.

"I am not a tumor patient, there is no metastasis in the lungs. The patient was hospitalized because of pleural effusion." Lu Tiancheng said helplessly.

"Congwen, not a tumor patient."

"Are there any movies? Take other inspection materials to see."

"Tiancheng, is there any movie?" Li Qinghua asked then.

"Qinghua, you know..." Lu Tiancheng was a little embarrassed. He lowered his voice and said, as if Director Zhu Jun was lying at the door and eavesdropping on his phone.

"Oh, then I get it."

"It's not convenient. If you ask Zhou Congwen to say what he is thinking about, I'll go back and check it." Lu Tiancheng made a very excessive request.
Chapter completed!