Zheng Ren heard the cursing and quickly walked to the door.
The VIP ward was a suite. Seeing that there was no one in the living room, he pushed the door open and went in. He poked his head out and glanced at Chief Mao before turning around and leaving.
"Boss Zheng?" Lin Ge was stunned.
"The diagnosis is correct," Zheng Ren said. "Chief Lin, we'll consult the entire hospital tomorrow. Hemophagocytic syndrome and Sjogren's syndrome. Treat these two diagnoses together. "
"Uh …" Lin Ge had not realized what had happened.
"Chief Mao wails when she cries. Her lacrimal glands don't secrete any fluid, not a single tear," Zheng Ren said. "The diagnosis is very clear. Sjogren's syndrome."
Lin Ge had no choice but to note the diagnosis down. Tomorrow … he would consult again.
Although he had a competition with Chief Mao and her recuperation at home was the best thing for Lin Ge.
However, they were classmates after all, and they were also of the same age. A feeling of a fox mourning the death of a rabbit filled his heart.
Before Zheng Ren could return to the office, Su Yun jogged behind him. "Boss, there are no tears. There are a lot of decayed teeth. I took a glance and there are at least eight. It can be determined that it's rampant dental decay. There's no problem diagnosing Sjogren's syndrome. "
"Yes, I saw it."
"Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, how did this disease come about?" Lin Ge asked.
"I scolded too much and my mouth was too mean." Su Yun spouted nonsense.
"Don't talk nonsense," Zheng Ren said. "The cause of Sjogren's syndrome is unknown and there's no clear treatment. It's mainly to take measures to improve symptoms, control and delay the progression of tissue and organ damage caused by the immune response and secondary infection. "
Lin Ge heaved a long sigh. Life was fickle. It was true.
Chief Mao, who had been in the limelight a few months ago and was likely to advance further, had fallen ill one after another. Although each disease was not fatal, it was extremely troublesome.
Who could reason with this kind of thing?
"Su Yun, how did you determine that it's Sjogren's syndrome?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Look at you. You're thinking about something else. If you don't understand, seek rheumatology immunity. It's usually the right choice, "Su Yun said proudly.
"Chief Mao's disease is a little troublesome. Chief Lin, don't forget to call rheumatology immunity tomorrow," Zheng Ren said.
"Oh, rheumatology immunity? How should I treat him? "
"If the disease progresses rapidly, you can use immunosuppressants such as cyclophosphamide, azathioprine, etc."
Hearing the word immunosuppressant, Lin Ge immediately thought of organ transplantation.
If he used immunosuppressants, it would really be troublesome. It would be better to treat tumors that were easier to treat. Thinking of this, Lin Ge felt a little gloomy.
"Chief Lin, it's just that you're sick. Just do your best," Zheng Ren said. "There's no one in this world who can't die."
"Boss, why don't you say that people don't like what you say?" Su Yun said disdainfully, "It's just hemophilic syndrome and Sjogren's syndrome. What are you talking about here?"
"Phew …" Zheng Ren let out a long sigh.
"Sorry to trouble the two of you." Seeing that there was no good solution and it was getting late, Lin Ge said, "I'll send you home."
"There's no need. It's a short walk from here." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Chief Lin, how are the preparations for the academic exchange with the King's Hospital?"
"It's not bad. We're actively contacting the liver source."
"Our 912 is not bad at conventional liver transplantation," Zheng Ren said. "I don't know if they will bring the technology of normothermic liver transplantation over."
"Stop dreaming," Su Yun said. "That's a secret manual. Do you have any points? You actually have extravagant hopes for conventional liver transplantation technology. If you ask me, it's more practical to wait for the medical laboratory in Qingbei to come out with the results. "
"We'll talk about it later. I'm going back to sleep," Zheng Ren said. "Chief Lin, we'll go back first."
Lin Ge sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun away. He stood in the courtyard of the 912 and was stunned for a long time.
He then made a phone call and first consulted the director of rheumatology and immunology to ask about the relevant situation. He asked for another phone call and called the doctor of Concorde's rheumatology and immunology.
After half an hour, Lin Ge finally put down the phone.
Just as Zheng Ren said, there was no good solution to Sjogren's syndrome. Moreover, Boss Zheng's words were relatively light. The director of the 912's rheumatology and immunology had clearly said that this disease might be complicated by malignant lymphoma. He had to do the relevant tests.
This person, fortune and misfortune were at stake. There was really no place to reason.
Lin Ge silently left the 912 hospital, feeling melancholic.
..
..
"Boss, did you really think that there might be a problem from pulmonary arterial hypertension?" On the way home, Su Yun nagged unwillingly.
"Yes," Zheng Ren said. "He's so young and already has pulmonary arterial hypertension. There must be a problem. Sjogren's syndrome is still considered good. If it's other diseases, it'll be even more troublesome. "
"Tell me, Chief Mao should be considered unlucky."
"Who knows? It's good that the diagnosis is clear. However, what you said still makes sense. If you don't understand it, look for rheumatology and immunology, "Zheng Ren said.
"Of course!" Su Yun laughed. "This is the conclusion of many years of clinical experience."
"I hope there's no malignant lymphoma." Zheng Ren sighed.
"You're a hypocrite," Su Yun said. "At that time, do you still remember how the staff under her urged the patient's family to sue us?"
"It might not be Chief Mao's intention."
"What kind of person leads what kind of soldier. If there's no precedent, would the people under her dare to speak like that? To tell you the truth, I especially don't like Chief Mao, "Su Yun said frankly.
"Yes, I don't like her either," Zheng Ren said. "But she's a patient after all. If you don't like her, don't go to see her. Since she's here, treat her well."
"Tsk tsk, if only you were in the Middle Ages," Su Yun said out of the blue.
"Middle Ages? Are all surgeons demons? "
"Nope. In the Middle Ages, diabetes was still considered a carbohydrate disease. To diagnose, you had to taste the patient's urine, "Su Yun said disdainfully." I should really send you to the Middle Ages. "
"Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and go back to sleep. This mission is tiring. "Zheng Ren clasped his hands behind his back and shrugged his shoulders, causing his thoracic spine to creak.
"Thoracic vertebrae joint disorders can lead to all kinds of diseases."
"That's not what you said," Zheng Ren said casually. "As we all know, oil is converted from biological corpses, so it's a very environmentally friendly bioenergy. Solar energy comes from nuclear fusion, which is a very dangerous form of nuclear energy. "
"Boss, you're also good at arguing."
"I'm just too lazy to talk."
In the darkness of the night, the two of them slowly returned home.
Remember the mobile website:
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
