What the hell was the big lottery? Zheng Ren was a little puzzled.
However, the System was a f * cking pig trotter. It would never explain in detail. [Reconstruction] was like this. Now, it had created a big lottery. Lottery? Was the prize in Renminbi or euros? Zheng Ren estimated that it was most likely a passive skill, like luck and reconstruction.
When they returned to the Golden Palm, Chang Yue was tired today. Zheng Ren and Su Yun did not go upstairs. They went straight back to wash up and sleep.
After a quiet night's sleep, Zheng Ren revived on the spot with full health and mana the next morning.
The rib fracture caused by the injury at the front line had basically healed. Now, there were only occasional symptoms of intercostal neuralgia. There were no other problems.
He opened his eyes and picked up his phone. Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren's message.
She woke up early and bought breakfast. She asked Zheng Ren and Su Yun to wake up and eat.
Zheng Ren looked at the message on his phone. The smile on his lips was sweet.
The chocolate mousse he ate last night was not as sweet as his smile now.
After breakfast, he rushed to work.
There was nothing much to do today. After the surgery, the patient would have to wait a few days for the second-stage surgery. This second-stage surgery gave Zheng Ren a headache. If not, the patient could be discharged today or tomorrow.
However, if he could not use the recyclable stent, postoperative complications would be very troublesome. Hepatic encephalopathy and the like were even more troublesome.
There was no way to have both. In the end, he still chose to use the double stent when it came to bed turnover and the treatment of the disease. Zheng Ren did not have a good solution.
However, Zheng Ren was not idle. He began to think about the main mission — Become Famous. It seemed that the System supported his live broadcast of the surgery.
What could he win from the lottery? Nothing good could be opened from every treasure chest. Zheng Ren was not interested in these.
It was more important to hurry up and complete the first stage. It was more important to see the final stage as soon as possible.
The mission reward for intervening in the final stage of the Crown Jewel benefited Zheng Ren a lot.
When he arrived at the intervention department, Peng Jia stood at the door with dark circles under his eyes for an unknown period of time.
"Manager Peng, why are you here?" Zheng Ren was a little surprised.
"Boss Zheng, the contract has been drawn up. Please take a look." Although Peng Jia was tired, he was very pleased.
The live broadcast of the surgery was also a Nobel Prize project. This would undoubtedly bring a huge amount of traffic to Xinglin Garden.
Whether or not they could come back from the dead and attract the third and fourth round of venture capital depended on him.
"Oh, you can discuss it with Su Yun," Zheng Ren said. "After the lawyer reads it, it's enough for me to take a look at the final contract."
Wasn't he afraid that his subordinates would lie to him? Peng Jia was a little surprised, but he concealed it extremely well. No one noticed it at all.
That sharp-tongued sissy assistant was not someone easy to deal with.
He was shrewd to the extreme. Although he was a doctor and not an elite in the business world, he had a good grasp of people's psychology. He seemed to have known the price in her heart a long time ago, and he immediately stated the price that she could bear.
Peng Jia wanted Zheng Ren to negotiate personally. This Boss Zheng looked simple and honest, so he should not be so smart.
However, Boss Zheng did not respond at all and directly threw everything to Su Yun.
Su Yun said, "Boss, is Cory alright?"
"It's fine. Go ahead." Zheng Ren smiled. "Hurry up and get it done. Hurry up and perform the surgery."
"Okay, when will the next batch of patients start?"
"Three to five days. It's mainly up to you guys." Zheng Ren had already tried his best to shorten the patient's hospitalization time, but the most basic time could not be erased.
Su Yun nodded and left with Peng Jia.
Zheng Ren smiled as he went to change his clothes. He handed over his shift early and did not notice Professor Zhao's expression at all. He just minded his own ward rounds and books.
Such days were good.
He had just finished his ward rounds. Before Zheng Ren could find a sunny corner to sit down and read, he heard someone call him.
"What's wrong?"
"Boss Zheng, answer the phone!" the nurse outside said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren picked up the series phone in the office and said, "Hello."
"Oh, Chief Luo. Hello, hello."
"Okay, I'll go up now."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Boss, what's the matter?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.
"The Department of Gastroenterology said that they have accepted a patient with portal hypertension. They want me to see if he is suitable for surgery," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Professor Rudolf Wagner excitedly made a victory gesture.
The ice-breaking journey had officially begun.
It was impossible to break through the barrier of six beds if it was limited to this small group or the Department of Interventional Medicine. Zheng Ren was facing solid ice, and it was difficult for him to move forward.
If he wanted to break the ice, he needed the support of the chief physicians of the other departments.
Chief Luo's actions were what Zheng Ren wanted the most.
After all, if a large number of patients with ascites wanted to see a doctor, at least half of them … more than half of them would go to the Department of Gastroenterology for consultation.
Chief Luo's chances of accepting patients were higher than that of the Department of Interventional Medicine.
Zheng Ren tidied up his white clothes and strode out of the Department of Interventional Medicine.
After he walked out, Professor Zhao came to the nurses' station and asked, "Who was looking for Boss Zheng just now?"
He smiled and did not show any hostility at all.
"It was Chief Luo from the Department of Gastroenterology," the nurse replied.
Professor Zhao's heart sank.
Did he let Little Zheng break through so quickly? He did not seem to have time to do anything.
He used a smile to hide his disappointment and slowly walked out of the Department of Interventional Medicine, preparing to perform the surgery.
A fierce dragon crossing the river. This was really a fierce dragon, and it was a very good one.
Zheng Ren quickly walked to the Department of Gastroenterology. With a smile, he knocked on the door of Chief Luo's office.
"Please come in." Chief Luo's voice came from inside.
"Hello, Chief Luo." Zheng Ren entered the door and bowed respectfully before saying.
"Boss Zheng, you're welcome. Have a seat." Chief Luo gestured for Zheng Ren to sit down and then asked, "The patient from a few days ago has been confirmed to have mitochondrial encephalomyopathy."
"Yes," Zheng Ren replied softly.
Yes, it could be confirmed. However, limited by the current level of molecular pathology and genetics, there was no way to cure it.
It could only be supplemented through drug treatment, exercise therapy, and paying attention to diet. Zheng Ren judged that the patient's clinical symptoms were caused by the lack of pyruvate dehydrogenase. Giving him a ketogenic diet (reduced carbohydrates and increased fat content) could increase the patient's mitochondrial biosynthesis and heterogeneity toward wild-type mtDNA.
"Boss Zheng, do you have any good suggestions?" Chief Luo asked.
Zheng Ren told him his opinion. He had been observing Chief Luo's expression the whole time. As expected, there was nothing new about what he said. It was obvious that the plan Chief Luo had given was similar.
Chief Luo smiled and passed the matter over. "Yesterday, when I went out to the clinic, I saw a patient with advanced cirrhosis and portal hypertension, so I took him in. Boss Zheng, what kind of examination do you need before the surgery? "
"For the new TIPS surgery, you need to do an MRI of the liver to determine the location of the puncture point," Zheng Ren said.
"If it's an MRI …" Chief Luo said softly.
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