"Wait a moment, Director Chu." Zheng Ren's expression was serious, his hand speed was high, and he started reconstruction with simple CT scan data.
Looking at Zheng Ren's hand speed, Director Chu was extremely envious.
Veteran doctors have rich clinical experience. And what young doctors have is abundant energy and...hand speed.
Is this experience and physical strength combined into one
That's impossible.
Boss Zheng may be a special case, but after reconstruction, there will definitely be no metastases.
Director Chu firmly believes in this.
He shook his head again, stood up and turned away. Since Boss Zheng insists, let him do it. Anyway, if you don’t like it yourself, there is no need to watch it here.
After several directors left, Dr. Liang stayed.
He glanced at the image, but couldn't see anything. It’s just that Boss Zheng stared at the originally boring image as if he was watching some bloody and violent blockbuster, relishing it.
"Boss Zheng, have you found the problem?" Dr. Liang asked.
His voice was very low, as if he was worried that if he spoke slightly louder, it would affect Zheng Ren's train of thought.
"It should be between the 6th and 7th thoracic vertebrae." After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he didn't show off, but used the mouse to click on a location on the image on the screen.
"Here, the density is different from other locations."
"..." Dr. Liang scratched his head.
There is no visible difference between that position shown on the image and other positions, at least not by yourself.
"You saw it." Zheng Ren looked at the screen, thinking happily, "It should be here. When I finish the whole thing, if there are no other positions, I can make a determination."
"..." Dr. Liang could feel the joy in Zheng Ren's tone, but he still didn't know where it was.
He watched for another hour. After each section of CT three-dimensional reconstruction, Boss Zheng would go back and compare it with the 6th and 7th thoracic vertebrae.
It seems that Boss Zheng is becoming more and more certain that there is something wrong with that position.
Dr. Liang doesn't feel bored. Sitting here, just watching Boss Zheng's hand speed makes him very happy.
With this hand speed, it would be great to participate in e-sports and earn an annual salary of 100 million.
But as soon as the thought occurred, Dr. Liang smiled.
It is said that Boss Zheng gave lectures to a group of foreign experts two days ago and charged US$300,000 per person.
Annual salary? Will Boss Zheng care
Alas, it would be great if I had such hand speed.
Dr. Liang watched it for a while. Although he couldn't understand it, his hands were extremely itchy. He went to the back and turned on a machine, pulled out the film made by Zheng Ren, and compared it carefully.
The density is indeed slightly different, but Dr. Liang suspected that it was a psychological effect after hearing what Zheng Ren said.
Where did he compare it? Zheng Ren went all the way and took a full four and a half hours to complete the whole body CT reconstruction.
The workload this time was particularly large because the data required were extremely detailed and exceeded the most detailed clinical requirements.
After the whole-body CT images were completed, it was already past 12 noon.
Zheng Ren stood up and saw Dr. Liang still holding two images for comparison, so he patted him on the shoulder.
Dr. Liang seemed to be frightened and almost jumped up from his chair.
"You don't have to be so intense," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"I was fascinated by it." Dr. Liang was a little embarrassed. He pointed at a random point on the impact and said, "Is this here?"
"Well, there are problems nearby. The point you pointed to is particularly problematic," Zheng Ren said.
Dr. Liang was filled with joy and then said: "I thought it was my subjective opinion."
"It's not subjective consciousness, nor artifacts, here..." As he spoke, Zheng Ren sighed.
"What's wrong, Boss Zheng?" Dr. Liang asked.
"I don't know how to prove that it is a malignant tumor." Zheng Ren said helplessly.
Only then did Dr. Liang realize that the images he and Boss Zheng had studied all morning might not be meaningful at all.
A basin of cold water was poured over his head.
"I'll think about it when I get back." Zheng Ren smiled slightly and said, "Upload the video for me. You can make a copy of the film..."
"good."
"Then I'll leave first."
After Zheng Ren finished speaking, he turned and left the CT room, thinking about some way to determine whether the abnormal images at Mr. Li's 6th and 7th thoracic vertebrae were latent metastatic lesions.
It is difficult to judge abnormalities. Even with destructive surgery to remove the vertebral body, it is difficult for the pathology department to find a small number of tumor cells.
It seemed to be still early, Zheng Ren remembered that Su Yun said that he would meet with Peng Jia and Uncle Ning to discuss something in the afternoon.
Zheng Ren was thinking about the system diagnosis and the images he had just made, comparing various imaging examinations in his mind, and walked back to the department.
In the office, Chang Yue and Liu Zewei were busy.
Liu Zewei was writing medical records, while Chang Yue was communicating and explaining to a woman in her forties who was dressed very coquettishly.
Zheng Ren did not disturb the two of them and sat in his usual seat.
"Sister, you said such a serious disease still needs to be cured! Aren't you worried about spending too much money?" The woman said to Chang Yue while trimming her nails.
"You can't say that. Professor Zheng's new technique has a very high success rate." Chang Yue smiled, and Zheng Ren could feel the special impatience in her words.
"It's all blown out." The woman lowered her head while trimming her nails and said with certainty: "If there hadn't been some company that said that as long as it agreed to live broadcast the surgery, it would bear all the costs, I wouldn't have brought him here."
"It's Xinglinyuan Company, an activity launched to popularize Professor Zheng's new TIPS surgery." Chang Yue's smile became more polite, showing a hint of unfamiliarity.
"I don't know which group I heard in which group I heard that the surgery will cure the disease. You said that this is the disease. Even after the surgery, entecavir needs to be taken orally. It costs more than ten or dozens of dollars a day. What can I do if I have that kind of money?"
Chang Yue no longer wanted to be perfunctory.
"Sister, if you and sister get along well, how long can that damn guy in my family live?"
"I guess there will be no problem in twenty or thirty years." Chang Yue said.
"It's impossible. Look at his belly. It's bigger than my ten-month pregnancy. Along the way, I would stop and wait for him after taking a few steps. I moved over step by step. This man's desire to live when he was dying was So strong. Wouldn’t it be nice to die honestly?”
Zheng Ren was speechless.
I heard that the woman meant that she was walking in front of her own business. The patient moved step by step and persisted until he reached the Imperial Capital and arrived at the 912 Hospital.
"But what's the point of trying to live? Isn't it better to die in the end? I saw it when I took him to see a doctor in other hospitals. He was considered to be in the advanced stage. There was a patient who had this operation and died. Crap."
"..." Zheng Ren sighed softly.
Chang Yue also remained silent and began to print out various explanation materials, preparing for her to sign.
"It's okay, sister, you don't have to tell me about all the complications. Do you know why I came with you?" The woman blew her nails, looked at the sun, and felt very satisfied.