Chief, how can we know this kind of thing in advance? "Su Yun said with a smile." We'll try our best to fight for it. Anyway, we have to do the surgery even if we don't win the Nobel Prize. We can't just throw the TIPS surgery aside if we don't win the Nobel Prize, right? "
Su Yun was speaking in a whole sentence. Seeing that Zheng Ren did not answer his question, Chief Kong smiled.
"Just work hard. We'll talk about it when the time comes."
"Chief, I think it's possible," Zheng Ren said seriously after a few seconds of silence.
Su Yun was stunned.
This should be the first time his boss had given a clear judgment in the face of the Nobel Prize technique. It was not the vague and ambiguous words that doctors used the most.
"Oh?" Chief Kong's interest was piqued.
"Something happened when I was on a mission earlier." Zheng Ren briefly told him what happened in the castle in the Alps. "Combined with Lanke Company's current attitude and Dr. Mehar's persistence, I think the possibility has risen from nothing."
"Boss, you're too optimistic."
"Didn't you hear Lil Fugui always talk about gossip in Sweden?"
"I thought you weren't interested in gossip."
"I'm really not interested," Zheng Ren said. "But what I said just now wasn't gossip. It was an analysis of objective things."
"Hey, what are you talking about …" Before Su Yun could finish speaking, Zheng Ren's phone rang.
Zheng Ren was also very helpless. He rarely had any social interactions, so even though he had reached this stage, his social interactions had only gradually increased, but it was not to the extent where he could not split himself.
What was going on today?
He took out his phone and saw that it was Lin Ge. He made a gesture and wanted to go out to answer the phone.
However, just as he stood up, there was a knock on the door. Lin Ge hurriedly pushed the door open and came in.
"Chief Lin, why are you in such a hurry?" Chief Kong stood up and asked with a smile.
"Chief Kong, are you busy?" Lin Ge hurriedly greeted him and looked at Zheng Ren.
He heard the phone ringing and directly followed the sound to find him. Zheng Ren hung up the phone. "Chief Lin, what's the matter?"
"Boss Zheng, is it convenient for you?" Lin Ge asked carefully.
"It's fine. Go ahead."
"Do you know about Chief Mao?" Lin Ge closed the door and asked in a low voice.
"I know a little. Why?"
"Department Director Mei came for a consultation and suggested symptomatic treatment. But Mao Mao's mother refused to take the escitalopram, saying that Mao Mao was depressed because of the pressure in the hospital. "
Lin Ge said helplessly.
He was now at the cusp of the storm. Looking at the limitless glory, the pressure he faced was also very great.
"Coincidentally, Dr. Lance Payne from the National Institute of Mental Health of the United States has been on an exchange at An Ding Hospital recently. The hospital had no choice but to invite him over."
The hospital must have been under a lot of pressure because they had invited experts from the United States to take a look.
"What's the situation now?" Su Yun asked.
"Dr. Ransom Payne suggested fecal transplants to treat major depression."
"…" Zheng Ren was speechless.
"Is that thing really useful?" Su Yun said disdainfully.
"Director Mei said a few words and was scolded by Mao Mao's mother. She went back in anger," Lin Ge said with a sigh.
"Chief Lin, why are you looking for the boss in such a panic?" Su Yun asked.
"I … am still worried." Lin Ge was conflicted and sighed.
Zheng Ren could understand this kind of conflict. It was just a feeling that could not be explained clearly. He smiled and said, "I'm not good at mental diagnosis and treatment."
Lin Ge did not know if Boss Zheng was stating a fact or if he did not want to care.
"Fecal transplants? To treat depression? "Department Chief Kong asked in surprise.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. "It is said that the microbiome is an environmental factor that can shape the brain through the microbiome, gut, and brain axis. Mice with changes in the microbiome usually show depression-related behavior."
"Can that be useful?" Department Chief Kong was speechless.
Liver transplants, kidney transplants, and so on could still be imagined. Fecal transplants sounded like head transplants. It was unreliable at first glance.
"Transplanting the intestinal microbiome of a depressed patient into germ-free mice can lead to depressive behavior. Similarly, transplanting it into mice receiving antibiotic treatment also led to depressive behavior," Su Yun said.
"I've always felt that this research is unreliable. How to diagnose depression in mice has a lot of subjective factors in it," Zheng Ren said.
"You make it sound like you've done experiments," Su Yun said disdainfully.
"It's best not to use immature technology in clinical treatment." Zheng Ren did not argue with Su Yun. Instead, he stated a fact. "There are still various risks in the fecal transplant project itself."
"What is fecal transplant?" Department Chief Kong asked in surprise.
He understood every word that Boss Zheng said, but when put together, he did not understand what it meant at all.
According to the literal meaning, it might be a treatment method that involved the intestinal flora. However, this treatment was actually related to depression. This was too strange.
Even an old doctor with many years of experience would not be able to make all diagnoses and treatments clear.
"Fecal transplant is a method to treat diseases by rebuilding the intestinal flora," Zheng Ren said.
Sure enough, it was just as Department Chief Kong had guessed.
"The fecal fluid of a healthy person that has been treated is poured into the intestines of the patient. The operation process needs to be carried out through strict screening and experimental protocols. In 1958, an American doctor used fecal water to save an infected and dying patient. This is the world's earliest recorded case. "
"…" Department Chief Kong found it hard to believe that fecal matter was used for enema treatment.
This kind of thing was disgusting to think about.
"Chinese medicine has been around for a long time, okay?" Su Yun said disdainfully. "Why do you have a prejudice against this kind of treatment method?"
Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun and knew what he was thinking. He sighed and said, "Huanglong soup sounds good. Just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable. Besides, Ge Hong seems to be an alchemist, not a doctor. What is the so-called grinding of fecal juice, drinking up to one or two liters, is called Huanglong soup, the longer it lasts, the better … "
When Department Chief Kong, a veteran of the battlefield, heard the words "the longer it lasts, the better it is."
"There are also donkey arrows. Grind the juice for five or six times and take it when it's hot. Why didn't you say that? "
"…" Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun helplessly. He also knew what he meant by that.
The diagnosis of Chief Mao's disease was becoming more and more troublesome. No one knew what would happen in the future. It was best not to care about the disease that was not in his department. It was safest to leave it to the relevant experts.
"It's also recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica," Su Yun continued.
"But that …"
"Let's not talk about this. I can't stand it." Department Chief Kong smiled bitterly. "It's understandable to treat intestinal flora imbalance. But what's the principle of treating depression? "
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