After listening to Lin Yuan's brief description of Little Shitou's situation, Director Lin frowned. "This patient has already gone through radiotherapy and chemotherapy. Even Shanghai's proton heavy ion bombardment radiotherapy has been tried. There is no cure. Why are you asking about this?"
"I think Boss Zheng wants to have surgery." Lin Yuan tilted his head, his ponytail gently swinging to the side. He was no longer nervous and ready to rescue like when he was in the hospital. Instead, he had a lazy expression on his face.
"Surgery? Does Boss Zheng really think so? "Director Lin frowned.
"Old Lin, why are you still bombarding it? It sounds scary, "Director Lin's wife asked.
"Oh, I don't mean that. Proton heavy ion therapy for cancer is recognized as an advanced and effective radiotherapy method. The so-called heavy ion refers to particles that are heavier than the number two element helium and have been ionized. "
"It's radiotherapy. It's so mysterious. I didn't know anything about it and thought that cancer had been conquered," Director Lin's wife said disdainfully while knitting a sweater.
"The proton heavy ion travels at a speed close to the speed of light and forms a ray. It only releases a small amount of energy at the front of the tumor to avoid damage to normal tissues. When it reaches the tumor, it releases a large amount of energy, forming a peak energy and killing the tumor cells," Director Lin said. "It's technological progress. The effect …"
"It's not that amazing." Lin Yuan interrupted Director Lin and stood firmly on his mother's side. "It's just an upgraded version of radiotherapy. Although there are many in the United States, it was mainly started in Japan."
Director Lin's wife happily measured Lin Yuan's body with the sweater in her hand. She was full of love. She was not interested in the proton heavy ion at all. All her attention was on the sweater for Lin Yuan.
"After the proton heavy ion radiotherapy in Shanghai was built a few years ago, the Far North Province also wanted to build one. However, due to funding problems, it was not built in the end. The effect is still good. Although it's not a cure, it's very helpful in delaying the disease. "
"Dad, you're getting off topic," Lin Yuan said with a meow. "Do you think Little Shitou can't do surgery?"
"If he can't do it, there's no point in radiotherapy and chemotherapy," Director Lin said with certainty. "According to your description, I can only suggest one thing — give up treatment."
"That's strange."
"Did Boss Zheng say he wants to do it?" Director Lin asked curiously.
"No, he also clearly said that we can't do it. But before I got off work in the afternoon, I saw him sitting in his office reading the patient's information for more than an hour. "
Meaningless things, if they were entertainment, there would definitely be people who would do them. However, professionally, Boss Zheng clearly knew that the patient could not be operated on and could not be radiotherapy or chemotherapy, but he still had the medical record. There were many meanings in this.
Director Lin thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Boss Zheng's journey has been too smooth."
"That's what you said." Lin Yuan leaned against his mother's side with an expression that said 'I knew you would say that'. "Boss Zheng is holding his ground."
Dean Lin did not know whether to laugh or cry.
His daughter was not married yet, but in the medical team, she seemed to be standing on the opposite side of him.
He could not say what was wrong with Little Zheng. As long as he said it, it would attract the girl's counterattack.
However, he was a patient in the middle or late stage of a tumor, and he still had medical records. If he did not rack his brain to think about surgery, what else could he do?
Dean Lin had seen many successful youths in his life.
Most of them were extremely talented youths, but not all of them could walk down the path steadily. Many of the risks in the medical field did not lie in the disease itself, but in the human heart.
Before Little Zheng came to the Imperial Capital, he was the chief resident of the emergency department of Sea City General Hospital. As the chief resident of the emergency department, he had seen all kinds of diseases. What kind of danger had he not experienced? How could he have such childish thoughts?
Director Lin could not understand either. He looked at the scene on the television in confusion, but in his mind, he was thinking about what method he had forgotten.
However, a few seconds later, he could not help but laugh. The way to cure cancer patients had not appeared yet. If there was, it would have been publicized a long time ago. There was no need to think about it.
"Dad, do you think Boss Zheng really wants to do the surgery?" Lin Yuan asked worriedly.
"No, don't worry," Director Lin said. "What time is it now? I reckon that the call from the Nobel Prize will come in within a week. If he doesn't get the call, he can only wait until next year. Now is a period of uncertainty. Any difficult surgery has to be put down. "
As he spoke, Director Lin turned his head to look at Lin Yuan and asked, "Do you think Boss Zheng is confident?"
"Yes!" Lin Yuan said confidently.
"Then follow Boss Zheng well," Director Lin said. "Right now, I have all the information I get. In short, don't worry about it. Just do well …"
"Dad, I think you're more nervous than me," Lin Yuan said with a meow. "It has nothing to do with me if I don't win the Nobel Prize. I just need to learn the surgery well. When the time comes, it will be enough for me to pick up the intrauterine intervention surgery. "
Director Lin did not say anything. She just looked at Lin Yuan with a smile. She was still young. She did not know, or rather, did not care about, the difficulty and significance of this matter.
After chatting for a while, the family of three washed up and prepared to sleep. Back in the room, Director Lin's wife saw him put on his reading glasses and began to search for information. She asked, "Old Lin, what are you looking for if you don't sleep?"
"I'm looking for information about the Nobel Prize."
"Haven't we been checking recently? Haven't you found out yet? Besides, it's not our hospital's business. "
"What do you know? If Boss Zheng can win the Nobel Prize, the name of the Nobel Prize project team member will be printed on the girl's business card in the future."
"Do you think the girl is capable?" Director Lin's wife said, "With her temper, she's waiting for others to say that she's Doctor Lin's father every day …"
"That's different." Director Lin lowered his head to look for information. "With the title of the Nobel Prize, this is a shortcut. In the future, the girl's path will be much smoother. "
"Didn't you say it was impossible a few days ago? Why are you suddenly so concerned now?" Director Lin's wife asked.
"Go to sleep first. I'll look for more information." Director Lin did not answer his wife's question. Instead, he urged her to hurry up and sleep so that she would not bother him.
Why did his attitude change? Recently, the medical world in the Imperial Capital had been in turmoil. The chairman of the Nobel Prize Review Committee had come to the Imperial Capital to give a lecture. It was said that he had personally visited Boss Zheng. In the end, he had even gone to the Affiliated Hospital to see a doctor.
Not to mention the matter of the illness, just the fact that the chairman of the Review Committee had personally visited him was worth thinking about.
Director Lin thought about the Nobel Prize, and his heart was burning.
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