"Boss, Chang Yue asked. The old lady takes omeprazole orally all year round." Su Yun hung up the phone and did not listen to Dr. Liang's endless gratitude.
What was so good about Chang Yue? She just knew how to chat … Drinking seemed to be good too. Medical treatment? She also knew how to treat patients? Su Yun pondered in his heart.
"All year round?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Yes, she said she's been taking it for seven or eight years."
"Oh, I see." Zheng Ren suddenly understood. "Tell Dr. Liang to stop using omeprazole and then supplement with magnesium."
"I did," Su Yun replied casually.
Omeprazole was a proton pump inhibitor. It was currently the best class of drugs for the treatment of peptic ulcers. It quickly inhibited gastric acid secretion and eliminated Helicobacter pylori to achieve the goal of quickly curing ulcers.
On March 2, 2011, the United States Food and Drug Administration warned the public that long-term use of proton pump inhibitors could reduce the magnesium content in the blood, causing hypomagnesemia.
In about 25% of cases, magnesium supplementation alone could not improve hypomagnesemia, and proton pump inhibitors needed to be stopped.
Proton pump inhibitors interfered with magnesium absorption by blocking the transcellular TRMP6 channel and the cell bypass.
This was the basic principle. When Zheng Ren asked about the medical history, he specially asked Dr. Liang's mother if she usually took any oral medicine.
However, the answer he got was no. The old lady said that she did not have high blood pressure or diabetes and usually did not take medicine at all.
Perhaps in her opinion, this kind of proton pump inhibitor was a health product and not a medicine at all. There was no need to tell the doctor. Similarly, a mild gastric ulcer was not considered a disease. She did not tell Zheng Ren either.
"I've never encountered mental symptoms after eating omeprazole before," Zheng Ren said softly, feeling that it was strange no matter how he thought about it.
"The oral time was too long. There was nothing I could do," Su Yun said. "This is still considered good. There was no arrhythmia or epilepsy. It's considered a blessing in disguise."
Zheng Ren smiled. If eating omeprazole really caused a mental disorder and she was hospitalized in a mental hospital for treatment, that would be a tragedy.
Dr. Liang was still very reliable on this point.
"Boss Zheng, you're very busy on your side," Lin Jiaojiao said with a smile.
"It's alright. It'll be better when Old Gao from the Provincial Capital comes over in a few days." As Zheng Ren spoke, he watched the entire process of Liu Xuzhi's surgery. He already had an understanding of his surgical skills.
With a bird's eye view from a high vantage point, he only needed to watch the surgery for a few minutes to judge Liu Xuzhi's level.
What surprised Zheng Ren was that Liu Xuzhi's surgical skills had improved very quickly. At his age, he should have passed the peak of his learning. His rapid progress was beyond his expectations.
It turned out that the motivation to earn money was so strong, Zheng Ren thought to himself as he looked at Liu Xuzhi through the lead-lined glass.
It was just that his surgery time was too long. Although X-rays were direct rays and not scattered rays, theoretically, they would not cause too much harm to the doctor.
However, theories were just theories. It had not been long since interventional surgery was launched in the country, but there was always news of interventional doctors falling sick again.
He still had to hurry up and use the robotic arm to free the surgeon from the operating theater.
If he wanted to promote the development of interventional medicine, he had to first solve the most basic contradiction.
Why was he worried about Liu Xuzhi? Why did they rarely let the unmarried Su Yun go on stage? It was because interventional surgery required thread ingestion.
Should she take the initiative to contact Uncle Ning? Thinking of this, Zheng Ren immediately felt that he still needed to do more psychological preparation. He could not just do it directly.
The fear that Boss Zheng, who was as immovable as a mountain, had towards his father-in-law deep in his heart could not be described with words. To him, it was better to have as few points of contact as possible.
Twenty-two minutes later, the surgery was over.
Liu Xuzhi stared at the half-red System panel and walked out. Zheng Ren did not care at first, but he saw a low fever diagnosis on his System panel.
This guy was having a fever, but he was still performing surgery?
Zheng Ren was immediately unhappy. He asked, "Old Liu, your face is red. Are you not feeling well?"
"Boss Zheng, I've had a slight cold recently," Liu Xuzhi said with a smile. "It's nothing. It's just a small problem."
"Hurry up and treat the disease. Don't delay it for too long. Originally, eating too much thread during interventional surgery may cause the body to be exhausted and the immune system to decrease. "
"Okay, I understand, Boss Zheng." Liu Xuzhi bent down slightly and stood in front of Zheng Ren. He was honest, still like the little radiologist in Xilin Town.
"You rest. I'll do a surgery," Zheng Ren said. "You have some problems that I need to correct."
After saying that, he began to explain to Liu Xuzhi many problems during the surgery. Although they were all small problems, when accumulated, they could change from quantitative to qualitative and become a big problem.
Liu Xuzhi nodded repeatedly as he listened. Many things that he was usually not very clear about were explained in simple terms by Boss Zheng, and the fog was cleared.
"Boss Zheng, what do you think?" Liu Xuzhi stretched out his hand and pointed at the image of the surgery he had just finished.
Zheng Ren immediately saw that Liu Xuzhi's right index finger was red and swollen. It was not very serious, but his eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Zheng Ren asked in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Liu Xuzhi was so scared that he immediately retracted his hand. "I'm sorry, Boss Zheng. I shouldn't have pointed at you."
Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xuzhi helplessly. Why was this guy so cowardly, just like Quan Xiaocao?
"That's not what I'm talking about. Your right index finger is red and swollen. What's going on?" Zheng Ren combined Liu Xuzhi's System panel and had a very bad guess in his heart.
"Uh … Someone treated Chief Zhu to dinner last night. Maybe the lobster whiskers accidentally pricked it?" Liu Xuzhi was not sure. Moreover, he did not know why Boss Zheng looked a little strict.
When he was lying on the operating table waiting for him to perform the surgery, he did not seem to have such an expression.
"Su Yun," Zheng Ren suddenly called out.
"Boss, you don't suspect that Old Liu is infected, do you?" Su Yun asked.
"Go to the hospital to check …" As he said that, Zheng Ren paused and then asked, "Does it hurt?"
"No, it's a little swollen." Liu Xuzhi looked at Boss Zheng and Su Yun in a daze. He did not know what they meant.
"Boss Zheng, are you alright?" Lin Jiaojiao rarely saw Boss Zheng speak with such a serious expression, so she asked in surprise.
"Then let's observe and see," Zheng Ren said. "Sister Lin."
"Yes."
"I'll do this batch of patients. Don't accept the rest first. We'll talk about it after Old Liu's condition stabilizes. How many more patients are there? "Zheng Ren asked.
"22 more," Lin Jiaojiao said without hesitation.
"Oh, this afternoon. It'll be done tomorrow afternoon. It's fine." Zheng Ren then looked at Liu Xuzhi. "Be careful of flesh-eating bacteria infection. Start injecting antibiotics tonight. If the fever can't be controlled or the fingers continue to swell, we'll have to cut open and drain them for bacterial culture."
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