"Boss, Lil Fugui has urged us a few times," Su Yun called out from behind.
"Let's go first and take a look at the agreement," Zheng Ren said. "I'll take a look at this radiographic film."
"What's there to see? Other than a slight lack of blood supply to the brain and brain atrophy, there are no other problems," Su Yun said disdainfully.
"But I keep feeling that something is wrong." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "It's just a feeling. I can't explain it clearly."
"Boss, can't you have some sense of propriety? He didn't ask me to treat him, "Su Yun said disdainfully.
In the so-called consultation, only the higher-level hospitals could see the problem at a glance. Only the higher-level hospitals could accept the request of the lower-level hospitals and crush them in terms of technical skills.
Xiangjiang He Sanatorium was famous. It was a hospital for the rich and had a very high standard.
Not only did the hospital have a deep foundation in the treatment of ordinary diseases, but it was also the same in the field of advanced technology. For example, when the mainland was still exploring the da Vinci robotic surgery, the hospital had already started using the da Vinci robotic arm.
However, although Zheng Ren knew their intentions, he did not care.
He was only facing a patient, a disease that could be common or rare. That was all.
Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren shook his head. "Su Yun, ask them if the patient can fly over. I want to do a physical examination."
"I don't think so. Is there a diagnosis?" Su Yun asked.
"I'm leaning towards the possibility of acute narcolepsy. I suspect that it's caused by insufficient blood supply to the brain. We need to do a physical examination. If it's a confirmed diagnosis, surgery will be required, "Zheng Ren said with certainty.
Su Yun did not doubt Zheng Ren's words, but he did not believe much either.
This was just a preliminary impression after reading the information for the first time. The specifics would have to be discussed later. Moreover, most of the patients in Xiangjiang would go to the world's top hospitals such as Mayo for treatment. It was unlikely that he would fly to the Imperial Capital.
"If we can do the surgery, I wonder how much the surgery fees will be." Su Yun was more curious about this. "Back then, the Macau Gambling King had a fracture and was operated on in He Yang. It was said that the red packet given to the chief surgeon was one hundred million Hong Kong dollars."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to look for Dr. Mehar." Zheng Ren did not care. The condition was relatively rare and had nothing to do with money.
If it was purely for money, Zheng Ren had plenty of ways to earn it.
He closed his laptop, asked Su Yun to contact Shi Huairu, and went to the VIP ward.
Zheng Ren did not go to Dr. Mehar's place first. Instead, he went to see Chu Huainan first. He made an appointment for tomorrow's surgery. After comforting him a little, he went to find Dr. Mehar.
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In He Sanatorium, Hong Kong.
This was a high-end hospital, completely different from public hospitals.
In the conference room on the top floor, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the panoramic view of Happy Valley and Happy Valley could be seen. The scenery was elegant and picturesque.
However, those who were qualified to sit here were already tired of looking at this kind of scenery. No one cared about how beautiful the scenery was.
All the doctors in the meeting room were focused on the discussion of the patient's condition. This was already the tenth time they had discussed it.
The image of the three-dimensional CT scan of the skull appeared on the big screen. A doctor in his fifties, wearing a snow-white coat, was talking non-stop.
His speed of speaking wasn't fast, nor was it slow, and it revealed a strand of steadiness and confidence.
After a few minutes of discussion, combined with thyroid hormone levels, neuropsychological tests, electroencephalogram, cerebrospinal fluid examination, and imaging examinations, he finally came to a conclusion.
"From the 3D imaging, there are a lot of amyloid plaques around the neurons, and there are some fiber tangles inside the neurons. This is a typical symptom of Alzheimer's disease. In summary, I think there is no need to discuss it further. "
"Doctor Huo, I think what you said is worth discussing." Another doctor sat on the chair and said, "The patient didn't show any corresponding symptoms such as memory loss before, but he started to sleep three months ago. I think this is something that Alzheimer's disease can't explain."
"The Lichuan team's research on Alzheimer's disease has already passed the animal experiment stage, and we have already discussed with the patient's medical team. As for the choice, it is the patient himself, not us." Doctor Huo didn't answer the question, but continued to talk to himself.
"This is an extremely irresponsible approach!" The doctor on the other side was a little helpless, but he obviously had a good temper. In addition, he was just guessing, and he couldn't refute Doctor Huo's diagnosis, so he could only say helplessly.
"No!" Doctor Li shook his finger and said, "For the diagnosis of acute narcolepsy, it is indeed extremely irresponsible. But for Alzheimer's disease, we have already received a consultation reply from Mayo Clinic and Hopkins Hospital, and they are considering the same diagnosis. "
The doctor on the other side didn't know about this, so he could only remain silent.
"All the experts in the world have ruled out acute narcolepsy, I really don't know what they are insisting on. Doctor Wang, although Mr. Russell said that getting happiness from wasting time is not a waste of time.
But this happiness is only based on a special hobby, and I can't get happiness from it. "
Doctor Wang sighed. He was just a doctor hired by the nursing hospital, and he was not in Xiangjiang, so many things had nothing to do with him.
It took a long time to fly from Canada to Xiangjiang, and he was very tired. But the money given here was enough for him to ignore this fatigue and participate in the consultation in high spirits.
Since he was here, he had to state his opinion. As for whether his diagnosis would be chosen here or not, it had nothing to do with him.
"If there are no objections, I will suggest to Mr. Qin's medical team to invite the Lichuan team to carry out light treatment on Mr. Qin," Doctor Li said.
The light treatment of the Lichuan team used the method of adjusting light to activate some neurons in the sick mice to fight against Alzheimer's disease.
But this treatment method was only at the animal experiment stage, and it had not yet entered clinical human trials.
But this was a recognized effective method, and many people were optimistic about the research of the Lichuan team.
In addition, Qin Lu was already terminally ill, and his physical condition was deteriorating rapidly. If there was no treatment plan, he would probably only have one or two months to live.
Doctor Wang thought for a moment and shook his head silently, but he did not refute.
Because he had studied Qin Lu's medical records at the Montreal Neurological Center in Canada, there was no way to prove or solve his own judgment.
More than a dozen world-renowned experts and professors in the neurological field stood up. The familiar people whispered to each other and prepared to leave.
A doctor unconsciously turned on the computer and suddenly said, "Everyone, please wait a moment!"
"Huh?" The doctors stopped and looked at him.
"There's a new email from the 912 hospital."
"912, that large public hospital in the mainland?" Doctor Huo's face was full of ridicule. "All their doctors have been exhausted by the swarm of patients. If it was an ordinary disease, perhaps the 912's opinion would be useful. But for a disease like Alzheimer's disease, they actually have to listen to the advice of the 912 hospital? "
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