But … "
"Let's go and take a look together. Little Zheng … By the way, are you going to Xinglin Garden?" Chief Zhao asked.
Director Wu shook his head blankly.
The mental hospital did not have access to such things, and he had been transferred from a clinical position to a management position. Although he knew about Xinglin Garden, he had never looked at it.
"Even I have heard about it." Chief Zhao's tone was a little stiff. "When I was eating, I occasionally heard some doctors talk about it. It's said that not only does he perform interventional surgery, but he also does other surgeries."
As he spoke, he lowered his tone and emphasized, "Surgery, and it's a live broadcast!"
He said he was going to take a look, but Chief Zhao did not stand up. He seemed to be waiting for something.
Two minutes later, the fax machine rang. A piece of paper was spat out. Director Zhao stood up, took the paper and looked at it quietly.
Director Wu felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.
Soon, Chief Zhao handed him the paper and said in a low voice, "You have to admit whatever Boss Zheng says. Don't talk back."
"…"
Director Wu was stunned for a moment. He took the piece of paper and looked at the row of names below Zheng Ren's introduction.
Imperial Capital 912 Interventional Medicine professor, chief physician. He was already a chief physician at such a young age. Impressive! Director Wu continued reading.
Tenured professor at Massachusetts General Hospital in the United States …
When Director Wu saw the second line, he felt as if a bomb had exploded in his head.
America … Massachusetts General Hospital, one of the top five hospitals in the world. He had some understanding of this. What was a tenured professor? Even though Dean Wu didn't have any hope of becoming a tenured professor, he still knew what it meant.
There was no point in looking further down. However, the rows of Lin Ge had helped Zheng Ren make them. Boss Zheng himself did not even know the name. It was indeed shocking.
"Let's go." Director Zhao said softly, "Let's go and have a look."
He also knew that he had done something wrong. This was a Great God, and it wasn't something that could be resolved with just one touch.
It was all because they didn't know beforehand. Who would have thought that they would draw such a great god?
After taking the radiographic films, he went to the consultation room. Zheng Ren was looking at the medical records with his arms crossed. There was another person beside him, the black hair on his forehead gently fluttering.
Combined with the countless names on that piece of paper, Director Wu sighed in his heart — — How young!
"Boss Zheng, I'm very busy. I hope you don't mind if I'm late," Director Zhao said with a smile.
Zheng Ren frowned and raised his head to look at Director Wu. He nodded and then his gaze fell on the radiographic films in Director Wu's hand.
"It's alright. Let's take a look at the radiographic films first."
After that, he stood up and took the radiographic films from Director Wu's hands. He went to the radiographic film viewer next to him and inserted the radiographic films into it.
With a crisp sound, Director Wu felt as if his heart had been knocked.
Zheng Ren glanced at the radiographic films and whispered, "The situation should be very clear."
"Yes," Su Yun replied. "The child won't be delayed, right?"
"From the looks of it, there should still be hope. Half a year's time was not too long. Moreover, the image on the MRI showed that it was just a deposit, not a tumor. The tumor markers on the test results aren't high either. It'll probably be fine after a period of symptomatic treatment, "Zheng Ren said.
Director Wu felt like he had fallen into an ice cave as he listened to the simple yet vague conversation between the two.
So quickly, they determined that it was their own hospital's problem?!
Wasn't this a joke?
However, he remembered Chief Zhao's words. He had to agree to whatever Chief Zhao said and never talk back.
He felt so aggrieved. Wasn't this putting sh * t on his own hospital's head? Director Wu thought angrily. However, he remembered Chief Zhao's words and swallowed all the grievances in his stomach.
He really wanted to shout at the top of his lungs.
"The diagnosis is more clear. Let's take a look at the patient first." Zheng Ren then took the radiographic films from the radiographic film viewer and said as he put them into a bag.
The light of the radiographic film viewer suddenly lit up, so bright that Director Wu could not open his eyes.
"Boss Zheng, how did you diagnose it?" Director Wu narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice.
"From the initial diagnosis to the subsequent treatment, it was all wrong. It delayed the disease and caused the child's condition to worsen. However, from the looks of it, there should still be room for improvement. Let's take a look at the patient first. "Zheng Ren was obviously not in a good mood. His tone was slightly low.
"Uh …" Director Wu was stunned for a moment. Then, he subconsciously blocked in front of Zheng Ren.
He then realized that his actions seemed to be provocative, so he quickly asked with a smile, "Boss Zheng, your diagnosis is …"
"It's a very typical hepatolenticular degeneration. The treatment was delayed for half a year, and he even took oral psychotropic drugs …" Zheng Ren looked at Director Wu sternly. "Your hospital's medical standards still need to be improved."
"…"
"The imaging performance is already very clear. Can't you see it?" Su Yun looked at Director Wu, the disdain in his tone was so strong that it could not be dissipated. "It's fine if you can't diagnose it at the beginning, but you didn't even do a related examination?"
Director Wu's mouth was dry. The air he breathed in was like a small knife, cutting the mucous membrane in his mouth. It was painful.
If a patient with mania came to the mental hospital to see a lot of tests, he would probably be buried in all kinds of complaints after a month.
He could not do too many tests. This was a hard and fast rule. It was the voice of the community. He could not do anything about it.
Director Wu first defended himself in his heart, but he did not dare to say it out loud. What should he do if he encountered such a thing? He could only blame it on his bad luck. What else could he do?
"The last CT showed bilateral lenticular hypodensity," Zheng Ren looked straight into Director Wu's eyes and said softly. Zheng Ren looked into Director Wu's eyes and said softly, "MRI is more specific than CT. T1-weighted images of the lenticular nucleus, caudate nucleus, midbrain, pons, thalamus, cerebellum, and frontal cortex are low-signal and T2-weighted images of high-signal. There are also widened sulci and ventricular enlargement.
"Combined with the liver B-scan examination when he was hospitalized in the city hospital, it showed cirrhosis with portal hypertension. The patient has obvious hepatolenticular degeneration. Director Wu … The patient is not hospitalized in your hospital, right? "Zheng Ren asked.
Director Wu shook his head in confusion.
"Chief Zhao, let the doctor in charge do the next serum ceruloplasmin test to see the situation." Su Yun knew that his boss definitely did not remember the chief of the health bureau next to him, so he took over the conversation.
"Isn't it mania with a brain tumor?"
"It's not mania." Zheng Ren was slightly angry. "Every illness is related to mental illness. Don't you guys do differential diagnosis?!"
"We …"
"Smack!" Su Yun threw the medical record in his hand at Director Wu's chest. "Take a good look at the case and seize the time to remove the copper for treatment. The child may still be saved."
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