"A few years ago, the country approved a drug to treat spinal muscular atrophy — Nosinasone. The principle of treating the disease is similar to this. It's just that Mira's medicine needs to be specially developed to correct the gene splicing error, "Su Yun said.
"Gene splicing can be developed independently. Can Little Rock's gene splicing work?"
"There are already 203 kinds of mature targeted drugs. With the addition of gene editing methods, I think this is a way out," Su Yun said.
"When it comes to individualized treatment, Master Yan's son is on the right path." Zheng Ren understood the significance of this matter.
Everyone's illness was more or less different. To be able to be accurate to a single individual, even to a single organ, a single cell … This was a medical dream, and it was still just a dream.
"Right." Su Yun smiled.
"In addition to the advancement of technology, you also need extremely strong luck. Any wrong step and he will have to start all over again. It will take too much time. I'm afraid Little Stone won't be able to take it, "Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"It's never wrong to try. Look at Little Stone's skin, I don't think he will die so easily. "Su Yun said." How is it, are you moved? "
"Yes, a little. But when I think of Master Yan's messy explanation, I feel a little conflicted. "
"Boss, think about Taoist Wang." Su Yun counseled his boss. "Taoist Wang can be said to have saved countless people in his life. The Old Firewood Mountain is flourishing, and this can be considered a form of repayment."
Zheng Ren nodded.
"To them, success in the secular sense is called entering the secular world."
"Stop bullshitting."
"Cell therapy, antisense therapy, and gene therapy. In theory, they all have the opportunity to produce specialized intervention cells, oligonucleotide sequences, and adeno-associated virus vectors according to the patient's actual condition. I think you should go take a look at the tribulation. It's very likely that Little Shitou will be able to endure for a few more months. "
"Are you satisfied with my words?"
"…" Zheng Ren glared at Su Yun.
"What kind of expression is that? Boss, let me tell you …" Su Yun began to talk about the pros and cons again.
Zheng Ren knew that he just wanted to see what a tribulation was, but what he said made sense. The most important thing was that the venture capital fund of Yan Shifu had sufficient technical reserves.
This was what Zheng Ren wanted.
"Let me think about it. Help me keep an eye on other technologies."
"Their technology is the most advanced. Although no one knows whether it's right or wrong, in terms of cell therapy, antisense therapy, and gene therapy, Yan Zhangsen has shares in several technologies that are recognized to be at the forefront of science and technology," Su Yun said without hesitation.
As they spoke, the two of them slowly walked back to the interventional radiology department.
As soon as he entered the department, he saw Zhao Yunlong talking to a patient in the corridor. The surroundings were in a mess, as if the patient's family was packing up.
Was he going to be discharged on his own? A thought popped up in his mind.
"The surgery hasn't been done yet … Look at this mess. It's quite suitable, and there are no contraindications. Why don't you do the surgery before you leave?" Zhao Yunlong was trying his best to persuade him.
"Professor Zhao, we're not doing it anymore." The patient was in high spirits. The black gas on his face had dissipated a little. One could feel a kind of joy from his words, a joy that came from the bottom of his heart.
When he spoke, he was full of confidence. The patient looked like he had found a way to recover. Zheng Ren even faintly saw a trace of disdain and contempt in his eyes.
"The surgery isn't big. It won't delay your other treatments." Zhao Yunlong obviously wanted to give it a try and kept persuading him.
Zheng Ren smiled. Zhao Yunlong had many shortcomings — jealousy, timidity, shifting the blame, fighting for profits, and so on.
However, in essence, he did a good job with the surgery. If the patient really had something to do, he could squat in the ward for the whole night as a professor leading the group. This was what a doctor should do, so Zheng Ren recognized Zhao Yunlong from a certain point of view.
The 912 did not lack patients. The countless small hotels outside were full of people. If a patient wanted to be admitted to the hospital, he would have to wait in line for at least a month.
If a person was discharged on his own, the impact on Zhao Yunlong was almost zero. The essence of what could make him pull down his face and stand in front of the patient to persuade him was that he thought that if the patient did not undergo surgery, his condition would soon be out of control.
In the end, Zhao Yunlong still had a trace of kindness in his heart.
"Professor Zhao, thank you." The patient also left some leeway for Zhao Yunlong and spoke very politely. "I was lucky enough to meet Master Xiao this afternoon. I heard from Master Xiao that I can still be treated … Please don't persuade me. If it weren't for the insistence of the children at home, I would have gone to Master Xiao's class very early. "
Zhao Yunlong's face was distorted as if he had eaten a bitter gourd with an empty mouth. He wanted to say something, but he did not know where to start.
"Boss Zheng, you're back." Zheng Ren had just taken a few glances when Song Ying walked over and said with a smile.
"Brother Song, why are you here?" Zheng Ren greeted with a smile.
"I seem to have caused you trouble," Song Ying shook his head slightly and said with a bitter smile.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren was puzzled and looked at Song Ying in confusion.
When Zhao Yunlong heard Song Ying mention Boss Zheng, he immediately turned his head. When he saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun walk in, he did not talk to the patient anymore. He strode toward Zheng Ren and complained, "Boss Zheng, look at what's going on."
"What's going on?" Su Yun knew that there must be a story, so he asked.
"It's all my fault …" Song Ying said apologetically, "This isn't …"
"Let's go to the office and talk," Zheng Ren interrupted Song Ying. He glanced at the patient's family members who were packing up their things and vaguely guessed that the so-called Master Xiao was related to the patient who was about to be discharged.
When they arrived at the office, Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Sit down and talk. There's no hurry."
After saying that, he sat in his familiar seat and put the fifth edition of surgery on his lap.
"Boss Zheng, I have a business partner abroad. His wife believes in traditional Chinese medicine and knows a Master Xiao. Didn't you win the Nobel Prize? That master wants to pay you a visit. "Song Ying's expression was also very ugly. He had been a little rash in this matter.
"I don't know either. He's not a traditional Chinese medicine doctor at all. He's a liar." Song Ying directly admitted it and did not shirk it. "He came to look for you directly just now, so I accompanied him."
"And then?"
"What does he do?"
Zheng Ren and Su Yun asked at the same time.
"It's said that he's the founder of the meridian patting therapy. He's held many classes at home and abroad. It's said that he can cure all kinds of diseases and the cure rate is very high. "
"…"
Zheng Ren frowned and looked at Song Ying. He was already starting to be unhappy.
Bullsh * t meridian patting therapy. He was a liar. Song Ying's actions were indeed a little abrupt. Why did he bring such a liar to the hospital for no reason?
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