"Right, Fu Gui Er? " Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss, I'm confident that I can raise this figure to 30 million USD, " professor Rudolf Wagner said. "There's plenty of money. The key is to have a project that can be taken out. If It's a Nobel Prize project, I think that this amount of money can be taken out by even a slightly larger charity fund. There's no need to take it. I Won't be able to chase it away by then. "
Director Kong cursed in his heart. It turned out that the other party was already financially free, and he was still here painstakingly paving the way for the bridge.
Thinking about it, it made sense. How could such a top-notch talent be short of money?
Every scientific research was burning money. The only difference was that it burned more and burned less.
Zheng Ren completed a world-class project on his own. If he could really sell it for 20 million USD, that would only be the starting price. The bid price would be at least ten times higher.
It seemed like he had to carefully consider his own plans. He couldn't afford to give him too bad a treatment.
Forget it. He didn't want to talk about this anymore.
"Have you done the Budd-chiari syndrome before? " Director Kong asked.
"No, " Zheng Ren said frankly. "But I've read a lot of information. According to the procedures, it's very simple. "
"Hehe. " Director Kong smiled. "Do you need me to make one for you? "
"Boss, I've done it before. I've done a project before, " professor Rudolf Wagner said. "It's really simple. I think this patient with Budd-chiari syndrome will be done in three minutes if you go on stage. "
Director Kong felt regretful. He did not have the chance to show off even if he wanted to.
However, this was indeed the case with Budd-chiari syndrome.
In the past, when there was no interventional surgery, the surgery for patients with Budd-chiari syndrome had to move the tissue near the second hepatic portal.
The mortality rate... was at least 90% .
With interventional surgery, the layer of membrane in the inferior vena cava was punctured, and the next stent was done.
It was a super simple surgery, and the patient could recover completely after the surgery.
From life to death, it might be a new surgical method.
Zheng Ren smiled. Obviously, everything was under control. Although he had never done it before, as an expert at the level of an interventional master, what interventional surgery could not be done?
Zheng Ren could really learn it with just a glance in the field of interventional surgery. He did not even need to read to learn it.
Gao Shaojie listened silently at the side and did not say a word.
He had nothing to do with the $30 million or the TIPS surgery experimental center. In today's four TIPS surgeries, his prediction of the puncture point was accurate three times, and he made a mistake once.
At this moment, Gao Shaojie was summing up his experience and climbing up Zheng Ren's height.
Chapter 556 - It Was Actually So Simple
Inner Mongolia, Keerqin right wing, center flag.
The Department of Digestive Medicine of a certain second-class a hospital was currently conducting a consultation for the entire hospital.
The directors, deputy directors, and chief residents of the relevant departments were sitting in their offices. They were bored as they flipped through the patient's medical records and scans, but no one said anything.
The Deputy Director of the Medical Affairs Department, who was in charge of the consultation of the whole hospital, looked at the crowd and then at the time. He said, "Then let's call it a day. "
"Director, do you want to... "
"The patient's diagnosis is clear. He is in the advanced stage of cirrhosis. We can only suggest that the patient go to a higher hospital for treatment. In our hospital... " as he spoke, he glanced at the many doctors who were silent and shook his head.
Then, he stood up and the Deputy Director of the medical department announced that the meeting was over.
The Doctor from the interventional department sat in a corner with his head hung low.
He did not think that the patient could not be treated, but it was not something that he could treat himself.
He had severe ascites, and his limbs were as thin as firewood. He looked like a four-legged spider lying on the bed, and even his breathing was not smooth.
Listening to the patient's cool breathing sound, the doctor from the interventional department felt that his airway was starting to spasm.
He really wanted to learn from the operator in the surgery live broadcast room, but he knew that this was just an unrealistic idea.
He lowered his head and left the Department of Internal Medicine. He sighed. This second-class hospital in Kerqin seemed to be an incurable disease. Perhaps in the surgery live broadcast room, it was just an ordinary disease.
As he thought about all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts, he walked back to his own department.
Just as he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang with the sound of a 120 ambulance.
He immediately became alert, as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
He quickly ran to the duty room, took out the PAD from the locker, and used his fastest speed to go to a small room. He turned on his cell phone and PAD and began to watch the live broadcast of the surgery.
Subconsciously, the intervention doctor felt that today's live broadcast was very important to him.
The PAD played the live broadcast of the patient's surgery, and he used his cell phone to look at the patient's information.
When the few words fell into his eyes, he was stunned.
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Spider-man! Boot symptoms! These symptoms were completely consistent!
It turned out to be Budd's syndrome, and not the stubborn ascites of the late stage of cirrhosis!
His hand trembled slightly, but it immediately quieted down.
The operator in the operating room had already begun the operation.
The camera had already been returned, and a wave of regret rose from the bottom of his heart. But he did not have time to regret, to think about the possibility of what if.
He was fully focused on the live broadcast of the operation on the PAD. He tried to remember every detail with his memory, which had already begun to decline because of his age.
Although he knew that it was impossible, he had to do something.
The guide wire entered the inferior vena cava. Something was wrong! The interventional doctor was stunned. The guide wire did not look right!
It was familiar, but it did not look right.
Could it be... the interventional doctor had a guess in his heart, but the operator in the live broadcast room did not explain it from the beginning. This time, he would not make an exception just because he did not understand it.
Countless thoughts gathered in the intervention doctor's mind, spun, and turned into a huge vortex.
The operator did not use a micro-guide wire, but the most common guide wire. It was just that the shape was a little strange... it seemed to be upside down..
When the guide wire entered the inferior vena cava, it did not pay attention to the countless venous branches and came to the position where the contrast agent was blocked.
The intervention doctor's right wrist moved slightly like a marionette.
He did not even realize that his wrist moved. This was a subconscious action. Subconsciously, when the guide wire came to this location, the problem should be solved next.
The intervention doctor did not know what the problem was. He only felt that the inferior vena cava was blocked by something, which was the source of the problem.
Sure enough, the
strange-shaped guide wire moved slightly and directly penetrated the blockage.
Was the inferior vena cava opened?
Then, the stent entered along the guide wire.
The stent was opened, and the inferior vena cava was completely unblocked by the angiography.
After the surgery ended, the live broadcast room was closed.
So simple... the interventional doctor sighed in his heart, but then, an electric current flowed through his entire body.
This surgery, such a simple surgery, he could do it!
Thinking back to the "Spider-man" who was hospitalized in the Department of Internal Medicine, the intervention doctor seemed to have some understanding.
He began to search for all kinds of information about budd-chiari syndrome.
As for the surgery in the live broadcast room? Such a simple surgery, even if he wanted to forget it, there was nothing to forget.
It was just opening up, placing the stent, performing an angiogram, and the surgery was over.
It was even simpler than appendicitis. It was an order of magnitude simpler!
If he could do it, he could definitely do it!
The interventional surgeon realized this with excitement. However, he immediately suppressed his excitement and calmed down. He began to search for all kinds of literature related to budd-chiari syndrome.
He knew that it was not difficult to see whether a person was carrying a heavy burden or not. If he was carrying a heavy burden, his shoulder would be broken.
In TIPS surgery, the surgeon did it very simply. One needle was needed to complete the procedure. However, after many days of research, the interventional doctor had no choice but to give up.
The video of the surgery was definitely not enough.
He could not grasp the key to how the surgeon was able to determine the location of the needle.
He hoped that the treatment of Budd-chiari syndrome during the interventional surgery would not have such an important point that was easily overlooked by others!
After searching and pondering for a few hours, the intervention doctor excitedly walked around in the small storage room.
The library of the Second Class A hospital of the right-wing Zhongqi Hospital in Horqin, Inner Mongolia, did not have much information. He looked it up in the network of the provincial library.
The Provincial Library did not have too much information either, but he found more or less two doc.u.ments about Budd-chiari syndrome.
By comparing the surgical procedures of the surgeons with those of the patients in the digestive department, the interventional physicians believed that they could do it!
It was just an extremely simple surgery!
Sometimes, it was just a window paper. Once it was poked open, there would be no secrets to speak of.
This was the case with tuberculosis more than a hundred years ago. More than twenty years ago, when there was no interventional surgery, Budd-chiari syndrome was an incurable disease. Even if surgery was performed, there would be a problem with the position of the second hilum of the liver, and the mortality rate would be extremely high.
And the condition of the disease... was also quite simple. There was a layer of membrane growing in the inferior vena cava. It was initially open, but it gradually closed as the patient grew older.
This closure was pathological.
When the inferior vena cava was completely closed in the youth, the venous blood circulation was blocked, so the venous return could only be completed through the collateral circulation. In order to establish the venous return channel, the patient's abdominal skin would have twisted veins appearing on the surface of the skin, like reptiles.
Therefore, everything could be explained.
This was not the ascites caused by the portal hypertension in the advanced stage of cirrhosis, but the ascites caused by the obstruction of the inferior vena cava!
Moreover, after the interventional treatment, it could be cured!
The interventional doctor was excited. He simulated countless operations in his mind without any difficulty!
He went to the department of Digestive Medicine, looked for the director, and looked for the patient's family members.
The Doctor of the Department of Interventional Medicine printed out the information that he had found. He went to the Department of Digestive Medicine with full confidence.
Chapter 557 - Top-Secret Mission
The operation was over.
Zheng Ren took off his lead suit and pretended to put it in the suitcase. In fact, he put the lead suit back into the system space.
Wearing the isolation suit, he came to the operating room.
"Old Gao, I'm ready to go back, " Zheng Ren said. "How many patients do you have there? "
"Six to ten. I'll go back and do another screening, " said Gao Shaojie.
"Okay. " Zheng Ren nodded. "Second-stage surgery. Do you understand? "
Gao Shaojie nodded and then shook his head. "Yes, I understand, but I can't do it. "
"Take your time, " said Zheng Ren. "Go to the provincial capital to do the second-stage surgery in a few days. I'll teach you. "
What Gao Shaojie said was the truth. The second-stage surgery was very simple for Zheng Ren. It looked like he was taking out a recyclable stent.
However, the stent walked in the liver, and the liver could be torn at any time.
If the first-stage TIPS operation was to use the magnetic diffusion imaging to find the puncture point, then the second-stage TIPS operation was to test the technique. The second-stage TIPS operation was mainly to test the technique -- the precise technique of the practitioner.
Zheng Ren knew that this was not something that one or two genius ideas could solve.
After all, he was a master-level intervention, and Gao Shaojie had not even reached the grandmaster level.
If it were professor Rudolf Wagner, he would fail one or two times out of ten times.
Although the consequences would not be very serious, it would greatly affect the ther.a.p.eutic effect of the TIPS surgery.
This problem needed to be solved.
Actually, it was okay if it was not solved. The stent was left inside, but the shunt vein was a little thinner. The recovery after the surgery was not that good.
However, Zheng Ren did not have a good idea about this now. He could only think about it and forget about it.
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Gao Shaojie did not follow. He wanted to return to the provincial capital overnight and go over the patients who were preparing for the TIPS surgery again.
Today, Gao Shaojie saw Zheng Ren's seriousness.
If a problem like Cheng Lixue appeared at his place, Gao Shaojie felt that he should just commit suicide to atone for his crime. How could he still have the face to learn surgery from Zheng Ren.
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When he returned to the first municipal hospital, the emergency ward and the atmosphere were completely different from yesterday.
The corridor was not noisy. It did not feel like the end of the world.
A few doctors were quietly writing their cases while Su Yun was sitting in a corner, quietly playing with her phone.
Seeing this scene, Zheng Ren finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The god of Night Shift's anger towards director Kong ended at eight in the morning, as expected.
After all, eight in the morning belonged to the second day. Since the night nurses were off duty, the god of Night Shift's curse ended here.
"You're back. " Su Yun raised her head, her black hair fluttering in the wind.
"Well, the patients are still stable, right? " Zheng Ren said.
"The patients are very s
table without you. " Su Yun lost no time and stabbed Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren shook his head. The incident last night really had nothing to do with him. It was all director Kong's fault.
"I'm going to take a nap, " Zheng Ren said listlessly.
"Boss, do you still remember that you have more than ten surgical records that you haven't written down yet? " Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren coldly and brought up the thing that Zheng Ren did not want to hear the most.
" ... " Zheng Ren was speechless.
However, he still had to write down what he had to write down. Otherwise, if he slept until night, Zheng Ren would be afraid that he would misremember the surgical procedures of two patients.
Although there was no problem with the surgical procedures, the surgical records were just a way of recording and were not important.
But rules were rules.
Zheng Ren sighed. He found a computer and sat down. He began to write down the surgical records one by one.
The professor returned to the ward and looked at his precious patient after the prostate interventional embolization. Director Kong sat beside Zheng Ren. He watched Zheng Ren work, but his eyes were a little messy. He was thinking about something.
The office was quiet and everyone was busy.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the silence. Director Kong stood up subconsciously and walked out of the office.
He took out his phone and took a look. It was an encrypted number.
He found the duty room and looked back to see that there was no one. Only then did director Kong enter the duty room and pick up the phone.
"Hello. "
"Alright, I'm in Haicheng. I'll inform comrade Zheng Ren right away. "
"Yes, December 10th. The Nobel Prize will be awarded. "
"Alright. "
After saying that, director Kong hung up the phone.
He thought for a moment and a smile appeared on his face. After walking out of the duty room, he went straight to look for director pan.
He knocked on the door. Director Pan was currently dealing with a medical dispute, and it was still those trivial matters in the emergency department.
When he saw Department Director Kong, Department Director Pan gestured for Department Director Kong to sit down first before patiently explaining to his family.
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