"Director, how can you know this kind of thing in advance?" Su Yun said with a smile: "Try your best, anyway, you have to do the surgery whether you win the Nobel Prize or not. You can't just throw away the TIPS surgery if you don't win the Nobel Prize." Not to the side.”
Su Yun was talking fluently, and Director Kong smiled when he saw Zheng Ren not answering his questions.
"Just work hard and we'll tell you later whether you succeed or not."
"Director, I think it's possible." Zheng Ren was silent for a few seconds and said seriously.
Su Yun was startled.
This should be the first time that my boss has given a clear judgment when faced with the Nobel Prize technique. And not in the vague, ambiguous way that doctors most often say.
"Oh?" Director Kong became interested.
"Something happened during the previous mission." Zheng Ren briefly told what happened in the Alpine castle. "Based on the current attitude of Lanke Company and the persistence of Dr. Mehar, I think it is possible It has come from nothing.”
"Boss, you are so optimistic."
"Haven't you heard that rich people always talk about Swedish gossip?"
"I thought you weren't even interested in gossip."
"I'm really not interested." Zheng Ren said, "But what I just said was not gossip, it was an analysis of objective things."
"Hey, what are you talking about..." Before Su Yun finished speaking, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.
Zheng Ren was also helpless. He rarely had any social interactions, so even though he had only gradually increased his social interactions, it did not make him overwhelmed.
What happened today
He took out his cell phone, saw it was Ringer, and made a gesture to go out and answer the phone.
But just as he stood up, there was a knock on the door, and Ringer hurriedly opened the door and came in.
"Director Lin, why are you in such a hurry?" Director Kong stood up and asked with a smile.
"Director Kong, are you busy?" Lin Ge hurriedly said hello and looked at Zheng Ren.
He heard the ringtone of his mobile phone and followed the sound directly to find it. Zheng Ren hung up the phone and said, "Director Lin, what's the matter?"
"Boss Zheng, is it convenient for you?" Lin Ge asked carefully.
"It's okay, just say it."
"Do you know about Director Mao?" Lin Ge closed the door and asked in a low voice.
"You know a little bit, what?"
"Director Mei came for consultation and suggested symptomatic treatment. However, Director Mao's mother refused to take the escitalopram plan, saying that Maomao was depressed because of too much pressure in the hospital."
Lin Ge said very helplessly.
He is now on the cusp of the storm, looking at the unlimited scenery, and facing a lot of pressure. Zheng Ren knows it.
"It happened that Dr. Lancer Payne from the National Institute of Mental Health was having an exchange with Anding Hospital recently. The hospital had nothing to do, so they invited him here."
People were invited to see it one after another, including American experts. It is estimated that the pressure in the hospital was also very high.
"What's going on now?" Su Yun asked.
"Dr. Lancer Payne recommends fecal transplants as a treatment for severe depression."
"..." Zheng Ren was stunned and speechless.
"Is that thing really useful?" Su Yun said disdainfully.
"Director Mei said a few words and was scolded by Maomao's mother, so she went back angrily." Lin Ge sighed.
"Director Lin, why did you come to the boss in such a panic?" Su Yun asked.
"I... am still worried." Lin Ge was troubled and sighed.
Zheng Ren could understand this kind of entanglement, but it was just a feeling, and he couldn't explain it. He smiled and said, "I'm not good at mental diagnosis and treatment."
Lin Ge didn't know whether Boss Zheng was stating a fact or if he just didn't want to care.
"Fecal transplant? To treat depression?" Director Kong asked in surprise.
"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded, "It is said that the microbiome is an environmental factor that can shape the brain through the microbiota-gut-brain axis, and mice with altered microbial communities often show depression-related behaviors."
"Will that be useful?" Director Kong was speechless.
Liver transplantation, kidney transplantation, etc. can only be imagined. Fecal transplants sound like head transplants, which is not a good idea at first glance.
"Transplanting the gut microbiota from depressed patients into germ-free mice can lead to depressive behavior, and similarly, transplanting it into mice treated with antibiotics also resulted in depressive behavior." Su Yundao.
"I have always felt that this study was unreliable. There are quite subjective factors involved in diagnosing depression in mice." Zheng Rendao.
"It sounds like you have done experiments." Su Yun said contemptuously.
"It is best not to use immature technology in clinical treatment." Zheng Ren did not argue with Su Yun, but stated a fact: "The fecal transplant project itself still has various risks."
"What is fecal transplant?" Director Kong asked in shock.
He understood every word Boss Zheng said, but when put together, he didn't understand what it meant at all.
Literally understood, it may be a treatment involving intestinal flora. But it’s weird that this treatment is linked to depression.
Even if you are an experienced doctor for many years, you will not know everything about diagnosis and treatment.
"Fecal transplants are a way to treat disease by rebuilding the intestinal flora."
Sure enough, as Director Kong guessed, Zheng Ren said next.
"Pour the processed feces liquid of healthy people into the patient's intestines. The operation process needs to be implemented through strict screening and experimental plans. In 1958, American doctors used feces water to save infected and dying patients, which is recorded in the world. The earliest case.”
"..." Director Kong found it hard to believe in the therapeutic method of using feces for enema.
This kind of thing makes me sick just thinking about it.
"Traditional Chinese medicine has been around for a long time, okay?" Su Yun said disdainfully, "Why are you so prejudiced against this kind of treatment?"
Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun and knew what he was thinking. He sighed and said, "Huanglong soup? It sounds good, but just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable. Besides, Ge Hong seems to be an alchemist, but not Doctor. What is the so-called hanged fecal juice? Drink up to one or two liters. It is called Huanglong Decoction. It is better if it is aged for a long time... "
Director Kong, a veteran on the battlefield, also felt slightly uncomfortable when he heard Chen Jiuzhejia.
"There is also a donkey arrow. Wring out five or six pieces of the juice. When it is hot, drink it immediately and stand still! Why didn't you tell me this?"
"..." Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun helplessly, knowing what he meant by that.
Diagnosis of Director Mao's disease has become increasingly troublesome, and no one knows what will happen in the future. If it is not a disease of your own department, it is best not to take care of it, and it is safest to leave it to relevant experts.
"It's also recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica." Su Yun continued.
"But then..."
"Stop talking about this, it's a bit unbearable." Director Kong smiled bitterly, "It's understandable to treat intestinal flora imbalance. But what is the principle of treating depression?"