Zheng Ren's mind was elsewhere during the meal.
After the injection of lidocaine, the pain in his throat was relieved, and Zheng Ren had an idea of what was going on. But after all, there was no lateral styloid lesion scan, so he could not make a definite diagnosis for the time being.
Daoshi Wang was also very emotional. The director of the liver and gallbladder Department in the capital, boss Zheng, drove directly to a hospital in another city with just a phone call.
Although it wasn't far away, this level of execution really explained a lot of problems.
Waiting quietly, Daoist Wang's anxious mood calmed down a lot.
After looking at the film, Zheng Ren laughed."The styloid is slightly long. There's also a problem with the angle. It'll be better after a minor surgery."
"Minor surgery?" Daoist Wang suddenly became nervous.
Most of the time, he would also tell the patient that it was a minor surgery, but in fact, the surgery was very major.
