“Professor, can you take a look at this picture again?”
It’s not that I don’t believe in Ronnie, but Professor Hanseung Lee’s judgment, who has been a neurologist for over 20 years, is more important now.
With a light sigh, Professor Lee looked at the photo Kim Do-yoon was pointing at.
“Ha, what do you mean?”
“If you look at this picture here, it looks like the pontine is atrophied. And the hot cross bun sign is suspicious.”
Kim Do-yoon didn’t know himself well, but he conveyed Ronnie’s words by softening them up a bit.
Professor Lee’s eyes wrinkled, looking at the picture, and his eyes tightened.
“Umm… … .”
“And in this photo, if you look here, you can see it as a rim-like hyperintensity in putamen.”
“You see that?”
Professor Lee Han-seung’s face, who had been irritated a while
