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The doctors of Lichuan's team didn't live in the hospital.
For them, Qin Lu's treatment didn't have to be successful.
If it was successful, it meant that they would get the favor of more rich people in the world, which was the best.
If it failed, then they would do more clinical trials.
It was just that the change in Qin Lu's condition made them a little disappointed.
After the light treatment, the patient's symptoms not only did not improve, but gradually worsened!
There must be something wrong, this was inevitable, it couldn't be the light treatment's mistake.
At midnight, when he was sleeping soundly, the phone of Lichuan's team's Lichuan Rongnosuke rang crazily.
He was a light sleeper, and the quality of his sleep was not good. Being woken up after falling asleep was a particularly maddening thing for Lichuan Rongnosuke.
He was extremely angry, grabbed the phone, and almost couldn't hold back and threw it directly to the wall.
Restraining the anxiety in his heart, Lichuan Rongnosuke answered the phone.
"Mr. Lichuan, the Qin family invited other doctors to consult Mr. Qin." On the other side of the phone was a marginal member of Lichuan's team.
"Is it Montreal's Dr. Thomas?" Lichuan Rongnosuke said.
This was a well-known professor of the top three neurosurgery research centers in the world. During the day, they discussed inviting Dr. Thomas to Xiangjiang for consultation.
But Lichuan Rongnosuke thought it was unnecessary. Qin Lu was completely old and couldn't be cured by human power.
Even if Dr. Thomas came to Xiangjiang, he wouldn't put forward any constructive opinions.
"No, Mr. Lichuan, it's a doctor from a public hospital in the Imperial Capital … he seems to be less than 30 years old."
"Bastard!" Lichuan Rongnosuke cursed fiercely.
This was simply an insult to himself!
A young doctor from a public hospital in the Imperial Capital who was less than 30 years old, what constructive opinions could he have on Alzheimer's disease?
Not only did the light treatment have no effect at all, it also proved that the patient's bodily functions had completely collapsed. There was no value in rescuing and retreating.
If he invited a big shot from the Montreal Medical Center, Mayo Clinic, or Hopkins Medical Center to consult, Lichuan Rongnosuke could still accept it.
But …
Less than 30 years old!
A doctor from a public hospital!
These two points were like sharp syringe needles, piercing Lichuan Rongnosuke's heart.
It was a dull pain.
He angrily closed the phone.
But the anger in his heart couldn't be closed together with the phone.
Coupled with the lack of sleep and the disorder of his autonomic nervous system, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He threw the phone against the wall in a fit of rage.
The phone drew a beautiful arc and smashed into the wall.
Just as it was about to come into close contact with the wall, the phone lit up again. It seemed like another call had come in.
However, 0.23 seconds later, the phone shattered into pieces with a crisp crash.
Tokugawa Ryosuke did not care who called him. The treatment in Hong Kong had failed, and he was not feeling well.
Covering his head with the quilt, Tokugawa Ryosuke tried to calm his anger.
It was just one failure. Irradiation therapy was still effective in treating Alzheimer's disease.
Tokugawa Ryosuke tried his best to convince himself repeatedly not to be depressed, not to be disappointed, and not to give up.
A scientific research project was mostly trial and error.
This was the fate of researchers.
When choosing a research project, there were many interfering factors.
Tokugawa Ryosuke believed that this was the arrangement of fate.
Many researchers spent a lifetime of effort only to realize that they had chosen the wrong direction from the very beginning …
Tokugawa Ryosuke did not want to accept this kind of pain!
Five years ago, Tokugawa Ryosuke chose Irradiation therapy to research Alzheimer's disease under the advice of his teacher.
With the blessing of God, Irradiation therapy had made great breakthroughs in animal experiments within a few years.
In the medical field, Irradiation therapy had become a rising star.
Tokugawa Ryosuke was full of confidence and was ready to start the phase 1 clinical trial.
He did not want to fail. He did not want the entire medical team to be disbanded. He did not want to be a guinea pig to any other medical team.
It would not happen. It would not happen!
Tokugawa Ryosuke, who had enjoyed the spotlight, glory, and blessings, did not want to return to being an unknown person. He did not want to be forgotten until he died of old age.
He tried his best to calm himself down. As for the young doctor from the Imperial Capital's Public Hospital, he had forgotten about it after his anger subsided.
Just like what Dr. Huo thought, Public Hospitals could treat some basic diseases. As for Alzheimer's disease, which was a problem that plagued the world, what could a doctor from a public hospital do?
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Tokugawa!" The assistant called out softly from outside.
"B * stard!" Tokugawa Ryosuke sat up from the bed and roared.
He walked to the door barefoot and opened it, wanting to pour out his anger.
"Mr. Tokugawa." The moment the door opened, the assistant stood straight and bowed. He said in a low and respectful voice, "The hospital and Mr. Qin Tianming just proposed a consultation to decide the next step of treatment."
"What's there to consult?!" Tokugawa Ryosuke felt that he could no longer control the irritable little monster in his heart.
"It's Mr. Qin Tianming's request," the assistant said respectfully. "He doesn't want the doctor from the Imperial Capital's Public Hospital to take over the next step of treatment."
"Why are they so stupid to hand over the treatment to a doctor from a Public Hospital?"
"It's said that he was nominated for this year's Nobel Prize."
"Nominated? What project? "Tokugawa Ryosuke was stunned.
He was familiar with the various projects of the Biology Prize. It seemed that no one from the Imperial Capital's Public Hospital was involved in any of the projects.
"It's the TIPS surgery, the improved TIPS surgery!"
Tokugawa Ryosuke felt that the world was simply crazy. Was there really a clinical surgical method that was recommended for the Nobel Prize?
His gaze was sharp as he looked at the assistant.
He had never paid attention to this matter. Because the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine was no longer worthy of its name.
In fact, it should be called the Nobel Prize in Biology.
Tokugawa Ryosuke knew the various biology awards that he was competing for like the back of his hand. However, he did not care about a clinical surgical method that would not win the Nobel Prize at all.
"Mr. Qin Tianming said that even if the light treatment does not work on the patient, he hopes that we can stop the stupid attempt of a doctor from a public hospital."
"He said that the treatment fee will be settled in the near future. If we can stop it successfully, the fee will increase by 20%."
"Okay!" Tokugawa Ryosuke immediately became excited. "Why are you still wearing your pajamas! Why don't you hurry up and change your clothes! "
"Yes, I'll go change my clothes now," the assistant quickly replied.
It was just a treatment plan proposed by a doctor from the Imperial Capital's Public Hospital. There was nothing worth paying attention to.
Should he refute? Tokugawa Ryosuke had great confidence in his professional knowledge.
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