Zheng Ren heard the yelling and quickly walked to the door of the ward.
The special needs ward was a suite. When he saw that there was no one in the living room outside, he opened the door and went in. He stuck his head out and glanced at Director Mao inside, then turned around and left.
"Boss Zheng?" Lin Ge was stunned.
"The diagnosis is correct." Zheng Ren said: "Director Lin, we will consult the whole hospital tomorrow. Hemophagocytic syndrome + Sjögren's syndrome, we will provide treatment measures for these two diagnoses."
"Uh..." Ringer hadn't realized what happened.
"When Director Mao cries, he wails dryly. The lacrimal glands do not secrete any fluid, and there is not a single tear." Zheng Rendao: "The diagnosis is very clear, Sjögren's syndrome."
Ringer had no choice but to write down the diagnosis. Tomorrow... let's see another consultation.
Although there is competition with Director Mao and she is recuperating at home, it is the most beneficial thing for Lin Ge.
But after all, they are classmates and peers, and a feeling of sadness pervades my heart.
Before Zheng Ren could walk back to the office, Su Yun trotted up behind him, "Boss, there are no tears. There are a lot of caries. I took a glance and found at least 8 teeth. It can be judged to be rampant caries. Diagnosis of Sjögren's Syndrome , no problem at all.”
"Yeah, I saw it."
"Boss Zheng, Dr. Su, where did this problem come from?" Lin Ge asked.
"It's because I cursed too much and my mouth is too bad." Su Yun said nonsense.
"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said: "The cause of Sjögren's syndrome is unknown, and there is no clear way to treat it. The main thing is to take measures to improve symptoms, control and delay the progression of tissue and organ damage caused by immune response, and secondary consequences. Sexually transmitted infections.”
Lin Ge sighed, life is unpredictable, it is really like this.
Director Mao, who was prosperous just a few months ago and was very likely to take another step forward, fell ill one after another. And each disease, although not fatal, is extremely troublesome.
Where can I reason about this kind of thing
"Su Yun, how did you determine that it was Sjögren's syndrome?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Looking at you like that, just think about other things. If you don't understand, it's usually correct to ask for rheumatism immunity." Su Yun said proudly.
"Director Mao's disease is a bit troublesome. Director Lin, don't forget to call Rheumatology and Immunology for consultation tomorrow." Zheng Ren warned.
"Oh, are you immune to rheumatism? How to treat it?"
"If the disease progresses rapidly, immunosuppressants such as cyclophosphamide, azathioprine, etc. can be used in combination."
Immunosuppressant, when Ringer heard these words, he immediately thought of organ transplantation.
If immunosuppressants are used, I'm afraid it will be really troublesome. It's better to worry about some tumors that are easier to treat. Thinking of this, Ringer's mood was a little gloomy.
"Director Lin, are you sick? Just do your best in everything." Zheng Ren said: "There is no immortal person in the world."
"Boss, if you don't talk, you won't be welcome." Su Yun said disdainfully: "It's just hemophilic syndrome and Sjögren's syndrome. What are you talking about here?"
"Huh..." Zheng Ren let out a long breath.
"Sorry, you two." Seeing that there was no other solution and it was getting late, Linger said, "I'll take you home."
"No need, it's a short walk back from here." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "Director Lin, how are you preparing for the academic exchange with King's Hospital?"
"Fortunately, we are actively contacting the liver source."
"Routine liver transplantation, our 912 department is not bad at it." Zheng Ren said: "I wonder if they will come with the technology of normal temperature liver transplantation."
"Stop dreaming." Su Yun said: "That is a secret book. Do you have the points to expect conventional liver transplantation technology? If you ask me, it is more practical to wait for the results from the medical laboratory in northern Qing Dynasty."
"Besides, let's go back to bed." Zheng Ren said, "Director Lin, we will go back first."
Lin Ge sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun away and stood in the courtyard of 912, stunned for a long time.
He then called and first consulted the director of rheumatology and immunology to inquire about the relevant situation. I asked for a phone number again and called the doctor at Xiehe Rheumatology and Immunology.
After much tossing, Ringer finally put down the phone half an hour later.
As Zheng Ren said, there is no good solution to Sjogren's syndrome at all. Moreover, what Boss Zheng said was relatively mild. The director of 912 Rheumatology and Immunology made it clear that this disease may be complicated by malignant lymphoma and that relevant examinations are required.
This man's fortunes and misfortunes are so sudden that there is really no room for reasoning.
Lin Ge left the 912 Hospital silently, feeling melancholy.
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"Boss, did you really think that there might be a problem from pulmonary hypertension?" On the way home, Su Yun chattered unwillingly.
"Yeah." Zheng Ren said: "At such a young age, if you have pulmonary hypertension, there must be something wrong. Sjögren's syndrome is relatively good, but other diseases will be more troublesome."
"Tell me, Director Mao, this should be considered a bad year."
"Who knows, as long as the diagnosis is clear. But what you said still makes sense. If you don't understand, just ask for rheumatism and immunity." Zheng Ren said.
"Of course!" Su Yun laughed, "This is a summary of many years of rich clinical experience."
"I hope there is no malignant lymphoma." Zheng Ren sighed.
"You are such a hypocrite." Su Yun said: "At that time, do you still remember how the clerk under her encouraged the patient's family to sue us?"
"Maybe Director Mao didn't mean it."
"Who leads the same troops? How dare the people under my command speak like that if they don't learn from past mistakes? To be honest with you, I don't particularly want to see Director Mao." Su Yun said frankly.
"Well, I don't want to see her either." Zheng Ren said: "But she is a patient after all. If she doesn't want to see her, don't go see her. Now that she's here, treat her well."
"Tsk, tsk, it would be nice if you were in the Middle Ages." Su Yun said without starting or ending.
"Middle Ages? Are all surgeons demons?"
"No. In the Middle Ages, diabetes was still a sugar disease. For diagnosis, the patient's urine had to be tasted." Su Yun said disdainfully: "You should really be sent to the Middle Ages."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and go back to sleep. I'm very tired from this mission." Zheng Ren clasped his hands behind his back, shrugged his shoulders, and his thoracic vertebrae made a popping sound.
"Disorders of the thoracic facet joints can lead to various diseases."
"That's not what you said." Zheng Ren said casually: "As we all know, oil is converted from the corpses of living things, so it is a very environmentally friendly bioenergy. Solar energy comes from nuclear fusion, which is very dangerous nuclear energy."
"Boss, you are also good at arguing."
"I'm just too lazy to talk."
In the night, the two slowly returned home.