Although Dr. Carl did not approve of this treatment, he still sat at the bedside attentively, taking care of the little stone with his team.
Bota Private Hospital paid a high enough price, and after the little patient passed away, he could rest for a year, Karl thought to himself. Breathing the Mediterranean wind and eating red shrimp from Sicily, life is so perfect.
He is a diagnostician at the University Service Hospital in Munich and is among the top doctors in Europe. Bota invited him here and paid a huge price.
The patient's condition was very serious, and Dr. Carl had no good solution. Several preliminary diagnoses were not yet determined which one was correct.
In Karl's opinion, this poor child was already dying. Especially when Dr. Zheng, who won the Nobel Prize for his clinical techniques, fainted when he came, and he only gave octreotide for treatment "hastily".
In Karl's eyes, this was simply irresponsible and unreasonable.
But he did not question it. The funder could do whatever he wanted and it had nothing to do with him. Work and make money, that's the most important thing.
The night is getting darker, and the mountain forest is dark. Occasionally, birds wake up for unknown reasons, leaving behind a faint cry.
Carl doesn't like darkness, he prefers sunshine, especially enjoying the Mediterranean sea breeze and basking in the sun on the beach.
Compared to the holidays, it feels like purgatory right now. But without purgatory, the holiday mood would not be very good.
It would be better for this child to leave as soon as possible. He is already in the advanced stage of cancer, and drug treatment has induced greater side effects. Living is a luxury for him. Karl thought to himself as he looked at the small stone under the ventilator's assisted breathing.
The medical records provided by Botta were not complete. Even though he signed a confidentiality agreement, the core medicines were still not shown. Carl knew what that meant—the little patient was being given the latest cancer drugs.
Judging from various indicators, this is indeed the case. For a period of time after drug injection, tumor markers continued to decline, and DeepMACT showed that free tumor cells also decreased geometrically.
It was almost dawn, but unexpectedly something strange happened at this time.
The human body is really complex, and this research needs to be further in-depth. It would be easy to say that the changes in the lungs were due to the evolution of the patient's condition itself, but if the previously injected drugs stimulated the tumor cells to mutate, it would prove that the entire study had failed.
Looking at the poor child and his mother, Carl's eyes fell on the micropump beside the bed that was continuously pumping octreotide with an accuracy of μg.
This is a psychological placebo, not to comfort the patient, but to provide psychological treatment to the doctor.
Dr. Zheng is really young, much younger than he appears in the photos released by the Nobel Prize jury. But he seemed to attach too much importance to this child, and in the end...
Alas, Dr. Karl sighed, hoping that Dr. Zheng would feel better after giving him a useless treatment.
This is something that must be endured. Faced with every disease that has plagued mankind for countless years, and every attempt, we must have a heart like stone, even if the price is the patient's life.
In fact, cancer seems very scary now, and countless people have died from it, but compared with tuberculosis in the past, it is nothing more than that.
Tuberculosis was formerly known as of All These Meh, the Captain of Death. Karl looked at the child's monitoring value expressionlessly, thinking wildly in his mind.
For the disease of tuberculosis, humans have exhausted almost all treatment methods.
In medieval England and France, tuberculosis was also called the king's evil. As for why he is a king, this involves a deeper reason.
With this name came the treatment - King's Touch. People believed that as long as the king touched the lymph node with his hand, the disease would be cured. This therapy continued into the 18th century in England and into the 19th century in France.
With the advent of the steam age, human civilization began to advance by leaps and bounds, and the research and treatment of tuberculosis also accelerated.
Sanatoriums, thoracoplasty, and other attempts, and even electroshock therapy... countless patients died in these attempts.
Dr. Zheng is really not suitable to be a scientist. Regardless of whether he has solid theories and hands that have been kissed by God, this "fragile" mentality has eliminated him. How can we achieve results in disease research without an indifferent heart!
Karl thought to himself that as a clinician, one needs to have a compassionate attitude. As a researcher, who has tried countless ways to find the most correct way to defeat the disease, it is absolutely impossible if he does not have a cold heart.
"Carl, the watery sputum began to decrease four hours after the injection of octreotide." Carl's assistant and friend said after reading the record.
"It's just transient." Dr. Carl said firmly. "Fluctuations in the condition and replacement of fluids in the plasma will cause small fluctuations like this at any time. Believe me, this must have nothing to do with octreotide."
His aide shrugged and did not argue with Carr.
"It's not pancreatitis. The only function of using this eight-peptide drug is to prove that we are still undergoing treatment. As for why we don't use the hexapeptide drug, I think it may be that Dr. Zheng is still very nostalgic." Carl said with a slightly sarcastic tone. said in a tone of voice.
But the reality was different from Karl's expectation.
The secretion of more than 100ml per hour quickly dropped to about 80ml per hour after intravenous pumping of octreotide.
As the drug concentration reaches its peak, the secretion of watery sputum further decreases.
It drops by about 5-10ml every hour. If the numbers are listed as a curve, this curve will slide downward smoothly enough.
At the 10th hour, the watery sputum had dropped to about 10ml per hour.
Although there was still sputum, Carl realized that the mucus overflow had been initially contained under the action of octreotide.
As the watery sputum decreased, Xiaoshi's vital signs gradually recovered. The oxygen provided by the ventilator has been reduced from 100% pure oxygen to 75% concentration oxygen.
The blood oxygen saturation also began to slowly increase, reaching about 95%.
All this proved that the treatment plan given by Dr. Zheng was correct.
Looking at the values on the various instruments in front of him and the monitoring indicators written every fifteen minutes on the record sheet in his hand, Karl fell into deep thought.
Octreotide can not only treat enlarged fingers and pancreatic secretion, but also treat this weird condition in front of us
Oh My God! What exactly is going on!
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Note: The literature is quoted from Nicole L. Roeder, et al. A Womah Lung Adenoa Presents With Copious utum aory Failure.2017.152(6):e143–e146