Although Dr. Karl did not approve of this treatment, he still focused on sitting on the bed and taking care of Little Rock with his team.
Burta Private Hospital offered a high enough price. When this little patient passed away, he could rest for a year. Karl thought to himself. Enjoying the Mediterranean wind and eating Sicilian red prawns, life was perfect.
He was a diagnostician at the University of Munich Service Hospital and was one of the top doctors in the industry in Europe. Burta invited him with a sky-high price.
The patient's condition was very serious, and Dr. Karl did not have a good solution. Several preliminary diagnoses were not confirmed in the end.
In Karl's opinion, the poor child was about to die. Especially after Dr. Zheng, who won the Nobel Prize for clinical surgery, came, he fainted and only gave the octreotide treatment "hastily".
In Karl's eyes, this was simply an irresponsible way of doing things, and it was completely unreasonable.
However, he did not question it. What the investor wanted to do had nothing to do with him. Working and earning money was the most important thing.
The night gradually darkened, and the forest was dark. Occasionally, the birds would wake up for some reason and leave faint cries.
Karl did not like the dark. He preferred the sun, especially when he enjoyed the Mediterranean wind and basked in the sun on the beach.
Compared to the holidays, it was like purgatory now. However, without purgatory, the holiday mood would not be very good.
It was better for this child to leave as soon as possible. He was already in the late stage of cancer, and the drug treatment caused more side effects. Living was a luxury for him. Karl looked at Little Rock under the ventilator and thought to himself.
The medical record provided by Burta was not complete. Even with a confidentiality agreement, the core drug was still not shown. Karl knew what this meant — the tumor drug given to this little patient was the latest.
From various indicators, it was indeed the case. For a period of time after the drug was injected, the tumor markers continued to decrease, and DeepMACT showed that the free tumor cells were also decreasing exponentially.
It was almost dawn, but he did not expect a strange change to occur at this time.
The human body was really complicated, and this research needed to be further explored. If the changes in the lungs were due to the patient's condition, it would be fine. However, if the previous drug injection caused the tumor cells to mutate, it proved that the entire research had failed.
Looking at the poor child and his mother, Karl's eyes fell on the micropump that was continuously pumping octreotide to the precision of μg.
This was a psychological placebo. It was not meant to comfort the patient, but to provide psychological treatment for the doctor.
Doctor Zheng was really young. He looked much younger than the photos released by the Nobel Prize committee. But he seemed to value this child too much, and in the end …
Dr. Karl sighed. He hoped that Dr. Zheng would feel better after giving him a useless treatment.
This was something that had to be endured. In the face of every disease that had plagued mankind for countless years, in the face of every attempt, one must have a heart of stone, even if the price was the patient's life.
In fact, cancer seemed terrible now, and countless people died because of it. But compared to tuberculosis in the past, it was nothing.
Tuberculosis used to be known as Captain.
Death was the human's Death Captain. Karl expressionlessly looked at the child's guardianship value and let his imagination run wild.
Humans had almost exhausted all of the methods to treat tuberculosis.
In medieval England and France, tuberculosis was called king's disease.
Evil, the king's evil. As for why it was called king, it involved a deeper reason.
With this name, the treatment was born — the King's Touch. People believed that as long as the king touched the lymphatic tuberculosis with his hand, the disease would be cured. This treatment lasted until the 18th century in England and until the 19th century in France.
With the advent of the steam age, human civilization began to advance by leaps and bounds. The research and treatment of tuberculosis also accelerated.
Sanatoriums, thoracoplasty, and even electroconvulsive therapy … All of these attempts had resulted in the deaths of countless patients.
Doctor Zheng was really not suitable to be a scientist. Regardless of whether his theory was solid or whether he had hands that had been kissed by the heavens, this' fragile 'mentality had already eliminated him. Without a cold heart, how could he achieve results in disease research?!
Karl thought to himself. As a clinician, he needed to have a compassionate mentality. As a researcher who had tried to find the most correct way to defeat diseases, it was impossible for him not to have a cold heart.
"Karl, four hours after the injection of octreotide, the watery sputum began to decrease," Karl's assistant, who was also his friend, said after looking at the record.
"It's just that," Doctor Karl said firmly. Dr. Karl said firmly, "The fluctuation of the patient's condition and the replacement of the plasma fluid will have such small fluctuations at any time. Believe me, this has nothing to do with octreotide. "
His assistant shrugged and did not argue with Karl.
"It's not pancreatitis. The only effect of this octreotide drug is to prove that we're still in treatment. As for why he didn't use the drug, I think it might be because Doctor Zheng is still very nostalgic, "Karl said in a slightly sarcastic tone.
However, the reality was different from what Karl had expected.
After the intravenous injection of octreotide, the secretion of more than 100 ml of secretion quickly decreased to about 80 ml per hour.
As the concentration of the drug reached its peak, the secretion of watery sputum further decreased.
It decreased by about 5 to 10 ml per hour. If the numbers were drawn as a curve, the curve would be smooth enough to slide down.
By the tenth hour, the watery sputum had decreased to about 10 ml per hour.
Although there was still sputum, Karl realized that this mucus overflow had been preliminarily controlled by the effect of octreotide.
As the watery sputum decreased, Little Rock's vital signs gradually recovered. The oxygen provided by the ventilator had decreased from 100% pure oxygen to 75% oxygen concentration.
The blood oxygen saturation also began to slowly increase to about 95%.
All of this proved that Doctor Zheng's treatment plan was correct.
Karl looked at the values on the various instruments in front of him and looked at the monitoring indicators written on the record sheet every 15 minutes. He fell into deep thought.
Not only could octreotide treat fingertip hypertrophy and pancreatic secretion, but it could also treat this strange condition in front of him?
Oh my god! What the hell was going on?!
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Note: The document was quoted from Nicole
L.
Roeder，et
al.
Failure. 2017.152 (6): e143 – e146
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