"Professor Li."
"Professor Li."
Li Zheng walked out of the elevator in a white lab coat. From time to time, he was greeted by the experimenter. He nodded with a pursed mouth, and looked at the patient data from yesterday as he walked.
"Most of the patients' tumors are well controlled. Although they have not shrunk significantly, they have not grown. 16 and 32 of the cancer cells have spread throughout the body, and local targeted drugs may not be effective for them." Pierce walked as he walked. He whispered in Li Zheng's ear.
Pierce and Dan Nussen have dutifully played the role of deputy in the past six months, which saved Li Zheng a lot of heart.
For example, after the laboratory phase has passed, the drug clinic no longer requires him to work all day and night. Our Mr. Liang flew to New York on the first day when Li Zheng announced that the drug entered the clinical stage. He didn't say much without complaining. He was a typical "good helper" after the scientific research front.
My lover is too sweet, no, Li Zheng is late today.
"Dad, this is Ace's photo, he'll turn over if you see him."
"Look at his small eyes, looking at a person, always straight, very cute."
"Dad, are you thirsty? Want some water?"
"Dad, you'll be fine." The woman's voice trembled slightly.
Li Zheng's footsteps stopped, he looked at the ward number on the door, and turned the information in his hand to the corresponding page number.
"This is a 16-bed patient. His former attending doctor told his family a month ago, and he has only been in the past few months. The family was not reconciled and saw our new drug clinical practice and signed up for his father. The patient's son is A UN peacekeeper who doesn't come back several times a year, this is his son's wife."
Li Zheng was silent for two minutes, turned the page, and strode away.
He walked to the door of the office and turned his head, "Give me the details of beds 16 and 32, and ask the researcher in charge to come to my office."
"Okay, Professor Li."
Li Zheng knows that erlotinib based on EGRF research is effective for locally advanced and metastatic non-small cell lung cancer. He can't save these people, but maybe he can make the patient last until his grandson is out of the incubator. box.
Li Zheng heard from Pierce that the family members of the 16-bed patient wanted the patient to see their grandson, but the grandson was born prematurely and could not leave the incubator for the first three months, so the patient could only see the photos.
"Change the medication cycle, take the medicine once every 14 days, and change the dose of the medicine to the weight of KG multiplied by 5."
"Okay, Professor."
However, this time, God didn't seem to be on Li Zheng's side. The pain of cancer was such that the old man could barely utter a word when he was dying. He could barely see a piece or two of flesh in his arms, and his whole body was scrawny. Only the lungs are bulging and hard, like a pregnant woman.
When the "beep" sound of cardiac arrest sounded, medical staff and researchers rushed to the ward at the fastest speed.
"First aid! First aid preparation."
"CPR, two rotations, quick! Defibrillator ready!"
Paramedics at the state hospital quickly pushed the person out of the ward, and a paramedic jumped onto the patient and began CPR.
The researchers lowered their heads in silence, holding a white notebook in one hand, and quickly recording in the other, the cold data reported one by one from their mouths, which was particularly piercing.
Li Zheng was one of them. He calmly recorded the last data and came out of the ward as if he had lost his strength. The moment he left the ward, his eyes met the eyes of the other patient in the double ward, that kind of indifference. And despair made Li Zheng shudder instantly.
"Clinical medicine is a very difficult job, and some researchers are even afraid to enter the laboratory because of this." Ruiz's words were still in his ears, he smiled bitterly, and quickly walked out of the ward.
The half hour was very long. The patient's son and daughter-in-law rushed over immediately. The patient's son was still wearing the clothes of the United Nations peacekeeping force. To Li Zheng's surprise, he was still an acquaintance.
When Li Zheng followed the United Nations medical rescue team into Doman, the United Nations soldier was one of the escorts.
The soldier seemed to recognize Li Zheng as well, he walked quickly to him and gave Li Zheng a military salute.
"Mr. Li, tell me the truth, is there still hope for my father?" The soldier's expression was firm, and he looked at Li Zheng with a faint respect. Biologists are highly respected because they are also human and can be infected.
During their stay in Africa, they didn't even know when they would contract Doc's disease, and then they were sent back to the country for isolation by their heavily armed teammates. The appearance of Li Zheng changed all this. After Merck announced that the vaccine was on the market, their American The soldiers were injected with the Dok disease vaccine for the first time. There was no threat of infectious diseases, and the atmosphere in the army suddenly became much better.
"Sorry." Li Zheng said these two words very hard.
The soldier seemed to have expected this answer, and there was no overreaction, but the look in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
"Then please stop the traumatic rescue of my father. He is in pain." Before that, the old man had been lying in the hospital bed for half a year. Every day in the hospital bed, he was suffering from cancer pain. The soldiers understood that his father The psychological pain is too painful. If there is no hope, this kind of pain will bring a day or two alive, which is almost a cruel punishment for the patient.
Li Zheng opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, the soldier had already bent down deeply towards him.
"I'm sorry, the professor is a scientist, not a medical staff. Please communicate with the medical staff of the hospital." Pierce hurriedly came up to relieve the siege.
But what happened next took everyone by surprise.
"Shut up, I didn't talk to you!" The soldier raised his head suddenly, his eyes were red, his arms were raised, and a black hole appeared in front of Pierce.
Everyone in the hallway screamed, "Gun, it's a gun!"
The soldier pointed at Pierce with the black hole, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty characteristic of soldiers who had been on the battlefield on his square face, "Quiet, okay?"
"Okay, you put down the gun first." Pierce's sweat suddenly came down.
Li Zheng took a step forward and protected Professor Pierce behind him, "George, put down the gun."
George looked into Li Zheng's eyes, thought for two seconds, and slowly put the gun back.
"Mr. Li, I only trust you." He said word by word.
Li Zheng took a deep breath, "I see."
He looked at the time on his wrist, it was almost twenty-five minutes before the 16-bed patient entered the emergency room, and five minutes before the legal time to stop rescue.
Li Zheng stepped forward in front of everyone's attention, and said to the medical staff inside through the walkie-talkie: "Stop the traumatic rescue and announce the time of death."
Li Zheng only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and there was only his own voice in the entire corridor.
There was silence on the walkie-talkie for a while, before answering for a long time, "Okay, Professor Li."
How can one's own life be decided by such a frivolous sentence
Li Zheng didn't know what kind of feeling this was, even if his reason told him that even if he didn't say this sentence, it would be almost impossible for the 16-bed patient to be rescued, but as soon as he said this, the old man opened his mouth again. The 1 in 10,000 chance of opening eyes is lost forever.
A snow-white push bed was pushed out, and when George saw this scene, he let out a roar like a wounded beast.
The woman's cry was mixed with the man's low roar, which made people feel a mournful coolness from the bottom of my heart.
Li Zheng stood on the side of the corridor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that in the wards, the patients who could still walk were all standing at the door of the ward.
Their eyes were the same as that of the 17-bed patient, indifferent and desperate.
Li Zheng didn't know how he felt at this time, as if the whole world had suddenly turned pale, the corridor was empty, except for him, there were only those patients standing at the door of the ward looking at him with despair and indifference .
The snow-white push-bed slowly pushed past Li Zheng. He smelled a strong disinfectant and a faint smell of blood. Everyone present, including the patients standing at the door of the ward, sent away this man who had fought against the disease. last-minute patient.
Without waiting for Li Zheng to take a breath, a hurried voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"Doctor Albert, 32 beds are critically ill!" The voice was harsh with the sound of "ZilaZila" on the walkie-talkie.
Dr. Albert is the emergency doctor for the 16-bed patient, and the doctor in charge of cooperating with Li Zheng and Ruiz in this new drug clinical trial.
"I'll be right here," he said in a deep voice, and then quickly ran towards the 32nd bed.
The researchers' reaction speed was obviously one step slower than that of the medical staff. By the time they ran into the ward, a group of medical staff had already started rescue.
Li Zheng held the pen in his hand tightly, and the black pen made a deep mark on the white notebook.
"The heart stopped, and the patient's pupils tended to dilate."
"Prepare for rescue, Annie, clean up the emergency room and prepare for the second rescue immediately." Albert said calmly.
"Okay, doctor."
The grunting sound of pushing the bed reached his ears, and Li Zheng suddenly came back to his senses.
"Professor, this is the data." Pierce handed Li Zheng his notebook.
He hesitated for a while, but still raised his hand and patted Li Zheng's shoulder, "Clinical anticancer drugs, this is a normal phenomenon."
The "click" pen broke into two pieces in Li Zheng's hand, "Thank you." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried his best to let his sanity start working again. After two minutes, he opened his eyes again.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Seeing Pierce standing next to him, who seemed to be worried about his younger generation, a hint of warmth flashed in Li Zheng's eyes.
He strode out of the ward, and the patients were still standing at the door, watching one pusher come out, and then another pusher in. His eyes had changed from indifference and despair to emptiness.
Li Zheng's footsteps stopped, and then he walked forward without looking sideways.
However, the slightly trembling lips indicated that the biologist's mind was not calm.
It was another thirty minutes of rescue, and another snow-white bed came out.
In less than an hour, two lives passed away, which made the atmosphere in the hospital a little solidified, and the mood of the project team suddenly dropped, let alone watching the two patients who passed away one after another.
"Li, our weak will to survive is very difficult for our clinical medicine." Ruiz rushed back immediately, the old professor's face was full of anxiety.
"Many studies have shown that cancer is related to people's mood. Under the mood of depression, the growth rate of tumors will increase, which has been recognized by most biologists." Ruiz rubbed his temples, "I really don't think so. It's time to let these two patients participate in the experiment." Ruiz said annoyed.
"plum?"
"plum?"
Ruiz absolutely recognized Li Zheng's academic level, but Li was a young man under 20 years old after all. When he first came into clinical medicine, especially for advanced cancer medicine, he didn't want that feeling. Think again.
But at this moment, Li Zheng couldn't lose the chain. Ruiz is very clear that Li Zheng's experimental ideas account for most of the credit that this project can achieve today, and Li Zheng has always been in charge of the control of the drug dose. If he loses the chain, the experiment will fail. Half way through.
Li Zheng kept turning the watch on his right wrist with his left hand. This was his subconscious action when he was anxious.
"Professor Ruiz." After about five minutes, Li Zheng raised his head, "Is the news video that reported when your Doitinib was released still there?"
Ruiz seemed a little confused, but he still replied: "Of course, the video of the listing conference and the special report of the New York TV station are all stored in my laboratory."
"Notify the hospital that starting tomorrow, you will be playing your special video on Doitinib in the ward, as well as the video of my report on taxane and Dok virus vaccine, and others. Anyway, the video of the results of our project is about exaggerated. The better. Professor, from tomorrow onwards, you and I will join Dr. Albert on rounds, okay?"