"Sun Chuangui, your illness is much better," Chief Kong said as he looked at the radiographic films and the patient.
The patient chuckled.
"Sun Chuangui, if you don't have to pay for the surgery, do you want to do it?" Zheng Ren suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Sun Chuangui was stunned for a moment and said, "Haven't I already recovered? Why do I still need the surgery?"
"The lesion is still there, especially the lesion on the right side," Zheng Ren said with the radiographic films.
"It's fine. Such a big lesion has healed so well. There's nothing to worry about," Sun Chuangui said with a smile as he touched his sparse hair.
"Using arsenic trioxide is still harmful to the body," Zheng Ren advised him.
"Chief Kong told me before that there will be side effects during surgery, such as fever, pain, nausea, and vomiting. With such a big tumor, Chief Kong said that I might have a fever for more than half a month. "
Sun Chuangui's words made sense. Zheng Ren could not refute him.
"What do you plan to do next?" Chief Kong asked.
"I'll continue to apply buckwheat skin mixed with arsenic. Now that I've lived for another day, I have to be content," Sun Chuangui said.
Chief Kong nodded and did not try to persuade Sun Chuangui to stay for the surgery.
He began to take photos and record Sun Chuangui's treatment in detail after he returned home.
"Knock, knock, knock ~" Someone knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
"Chief, it's time to change shifts," a nurse said at the door.
"Okay, I'll go over now." Chief Kong jotted down everything that needed to be recorded. The rest would be enough to be sorted out later.
Then, he stood up and looked at Sun Chuangui. "You have a good mentality. I'm very optimistic that you can recover."
Sun Chuangui nodded excitedly.
Chief Kong then opened the cabinet but found that there was not much cash.
He asked Zheng Ren and Su Yun for 500 yuan in cash and handed it to Sun Chuangui.
"Chief, Chief, you … There's no need." Sun Chuangui was a little surprised.
"It's difficult for you. Moreover, this time it's not a doctor. You're here to give me evidence of the treatment's effect." Chief Kong smiled and stuffed the money into Sun Chuangui's hand. "Next year, if you still have the heart, please make another trip. I'll reimburse you for the travel expenses. You don't have to pay for the examination, okay? "
Sun Chuangui nodded his head vigorously and walked away happily.
They didn't say anything and went to hand in their shifts.
After the ward rounds, each group began to send the patients to the operating table. Department Chief Kong called them to his office.
"Boss Zheng, how long does the patient have to live?"
After entering the door, Chief Kong did not make any small talk and asked directly.
All three of them knew that the patient still needed surgery. It was a huge liver cancer that could be touched on the surface of the body. Sun Chuangui's folk prescription was still effective.
However, as the tumor became smaller and smaller, the amount of drugs that directly acted on the tumor tissue also became smaller and smaller. More of the drugs would be absorbed by the normal tissues.
If he continued to use it, the harm would be greater than the benefit.
However, Sun Chuangui rejected Boss Zheng's suggestion that he did not need to spend money on the surgery. The rest was up to fate.
"One to two years," Zheng Ren answered.
Department Chief Kong nodded. His judgment was the same.
However, Sun Chuangui was a patient that did not require much persuasion. Three years ago, he did not have the surgery, but after all, he lived for three more years. Even when Department Chief Kong met him, he was so surprised that he lost his composure and said, "How are you still alive!"
This should be considered a miracle, because Sun Chuangui's "life" was good.
But even so, signs of chronic arsenic trioxide poisoning could be seen on his body.
Chronic arsenic trioxide poisoning could cause skin damage, hair loss, abdominal pain, diarrhea, jaundice, liver swelling, and numbness and pain in the limbs. These were common chronic poisoning diseases.
Looking at Sun Chuangui's appearance, he should have hair loss. The skin damage was not very clear. There was no abdominal pain or jaundice. His liver … was swollen.
His limbs were numb and he did not ask, so he was not clear for the time being.
There was a smell of bitter almonds on his body. This was the smell of arsenic trioxide.
Zheng Ren only asked a question, but Sun Chuangui directly rejected it. He did not continue to persuade him.
There was nothing to persuade. There was really nothing to persuade.
All kinds of chemotherapy drugs for tumors were, in essence, poisons.
Tumor interventional infusion of chemotherapy drugs into the patient's tumor, whether it was carboplatin, cisplatin, oxaliplatin, or other chemotherapy drugs, was essentially fighting poison with poison.
Sun Chuangui's method was not different. It was just a different method.
Infusion chemotherapy had side effects, and so did external application of arsenic trioxide. Zheng Ren knew that.
"I hope he can live for a while longer," Department Chief Kong said after a few idle words.
"Yes."
His case was a little strange and not representative.
Just like the domestic research done more than a decade ago, the dosage of arsenic trioxide was very difficult to control. The difference between the curative and lethal dose was very small, so it had already been eliminated in clinical practice.
It was just that the effect of Sun Chuangui's treatment was really good, so Department Chief Kong recorded this case.
Regardless of whether he could publish a paper or not, he had to leave enough traces in this world.
In evidence-based medicine, Sun Chuangui had become one of the pieces of evidence to a certain extent.
Although there was not enough evidence to prove it, what if someone had the opportunity and conditions to do it in the future?
"Prepare for surgery." Department Chief Kong smiled and put away the paper that recorded Sun Chuangui's treatment. He would organize it when he had time in the afternoon.
"Chief, don't tell me you're going to try using arsenic trioxide as a focus chemotherapy?" Su Yun asked with a smile.
"I'm not stupid." Department Chief Kong glanced at him and reprimanded, "Wait until you can find enough volunteers. Or perhaps the domestic pharmaceutical companies have already passed the primitive accumulation stage and are ready to independently develop new drugs."
At this point, it was already very clear.
After leaving Department Chief Kong's office, Zheng Ren was about to go to the surgery while Su Yun changed his clothes and prepared to leave.
"When will it be over there?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Your father-in-law is here. It should be a few days," Su Yun said. "Old ginger is still spicier. Moreover, he brought a professional team back to argue. He didn't sleep last night and has been arguing until now."
"…"
Zheng Ren did not understand business negotiations. He had thought that there might be many differences and disputes. But after arguing for so long … Was he not tired?
"It's all to increase the psychological pressure on the other party. At this time, if we can earn back 1% of the shares, it will be a very considerable amount of cash in the future," Su Yun said.
"With Uncle Ning around, why are you still going?" Zheng Ren asked.
"I'll learn. There's nothing much to learn about TIPS surgery. Even Lil Fugui is a little worse than me." Su Yun was a little proud. "Negotiation is a lot of knowledge."
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Note: This patient came back for a follow-up a few months ago. There was no deviation from the overall description. The benefits and harms of the folk prescription were very clear. Arsenic trioxide had been used in clinical practice before. This patient was just lucky and could live for a few more years.
It does not have a general significance. Everyone, please understand. If necessary, please go to the hospital. Folk prescriptions are strongly not recommended.
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