Zheng Ren didn't know that there would be so many things going on at Kanghua Hospital after his group left. When he returned to the Imperial Capital, his days continued as they were.
The day to receive the award is getting closer and closer, so I booked a flight ticket for the 7th to go to Stockholm to receive the award.
This time Zheng Ren was rarely "generous" and submitted an application to Director Kong to stop all surgeries. He would not accept new patients starting from the 4th and was ready to lead the entire medical team to receive the award.
It's been a long time since I've seen Fugui'er, and Zheng Ren misses him a little.
That guy should attend banquets, give lectures, play golf, and cruise around on a yacht in the Mediterranean every day. My life was quite comfortable, and I pretended not to hear anything when I asked him to come back for surgery.
Even so, Zheng Ren didn't have any grudge against Fugui'er. I'm not from 912. It's said that the wealthy children who performed surgeries here every day were considered the Bethunes of the new era. How could I ask for more
It's just that Xiao Shitou's situation is mixed, which makes Zheng Ren a little worried.
Overall, the cancer cells in Xiao Shitou's blood have been almost eliminated. It can be said that Bota's medicine is quite overbearing.
But it also has a very strong side effect - pulmonary tissue fibrosis.
Zheng Ren had a headache about this. Every time he went to the system space and looked at the smile of the little white fox, he had the urge to buy 3D printed lung tissue in the system space.
This is a set of alternative means, and it is not absolutely necessary. Zheng Ren does not want to turn it into reality.
Organ transplantation has its own set of scoring standards. Patients with late-stage cancer like Xiao Shitou have very low scores. The Wuxi side is the largest base for lung transplantation. Zheng Ren has considered visiting the boss there when he has time.
But Zheng Ren couldn't convince himself from the bottom of his heart.
After all, if lung transplantation is used for a patient with simple pulmonary fibrosis, the survival rate for more than five years is quite high. But Xiao Shitou is a terminally ill cancer patient. Even if he undergoes a lung transplant, he may not be able to withstand the huge surgical shock.
Thinking about it, he put down the red rope in his hand, picked up the phone and called Su Yun.
“What about the 3D printed lungs?”
"Oh, then you can come back and agree."
"Well, let's take a look at the little stone together."
He put down the phone and continued to weave red rope. Zheng Ren put a lot of thought into the red rope in his hand and prepared to give it to Xiao Shitou. After so many days of hesitation, Zheng Ren gradually preferred lung transplant surgery.
The fibrosis rate of the lung tissue of the small stone is not fast, but there is no sign of improvement. Rather than waiting for death to come, it is better to try a lung transplant.
As for the lung source, because Xiao Shitou cannot take immune preparations to destroy his immunity and resist rejection, he still insists on trying the new technology of 3D printing.
Because this technology has not been approved, in Su Yun's words before, it is called illegal medical practice. If anything happens, he will be arrested and his license will be revoked.
This kind of thing is left to Ringer. Part of the function of developing new technologies is originally in the Department of Science and Education. The Medical Department is also responsible for part of the responsibility, and Ringer is the most suitable candidate.
Zheng Ren still remembers the surprised expression on Ringer’s face when he heard that lung tissue would be cloned with autologous cells and 3D printed for lung transplantation.
There is no way, as long as there is some hope, you always have to give it a try.
Before the operation, the little stone should be put on this red string, hoping that he will have good luck. At this moment, Zheng Ren didn't feel that he could do more. Instead of hoping for technological progress, he would rather hope that Xiao Shitou's luck would be better.
Good luck is like a strong body's immunity, nipping accidents in the bud.
While braiding the red rope, Zheng Ren used a ball pen to record some words that only he could understand, leisurely and at ease.
An hour and a half later, Su Yun came back in a hurry.
"Boss, the 5G network is being laid. I refused the wireless surgery and just pulled the optical cable. It is estimated that I will be fine tomorrow and can do the surgery at any time." Su Yun said this first thing after coming back.
"Oh." Zheng Ren had just finished braiding the red rope. He picked it up and took a look. He felt very satisfied.
"Oh what, during the operation, did Lao Gao go to the Imperial Capital Hospital or on our side?" Su Yun asked.
"Go to the Imperial Capital Gandan. No matter what, you have to show your face there." Zheng Ren said, "What do you think, Lao Gao?"
"I listen to you." Gao Shaojie smiled elegantly, it doesn't matter where he goes.
"Go and take a look at Little Stone." Zheng Ren stood up and said to Su Yun, "How's the 3D printing thing going?"
"In cloning and culture, lung tissue has trachea, which is 100 times more troublesome than liver!" Su Yundao said, "It will take at least ten days."
"There's no rush." Zheng Ren hadn't made up his mind yet, so he went over to ask Xiao Shitou what he thought.
"Lung transplantation is indeed a good idea. If there is a liver problem in the future, transplant a liver. If there is a brain problem, transplant a brain..."
Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun. He couldn't tell whether Su Yun was telling the truth or was sarcastic about himself.
"Have you made any progress there?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Boss, you don't really think it's Chinese cabbage, do you? It's not that easy." Su Yundao said, "We don't even have a laboratory, so we work at Shi Huairu's house. That guy is too lazy to help with his children's homework. They want me to do it. I just don’t understand how someone could be as lazy as him.”
Listening to Su Yun's nagging and complaining, Zheng Ren smiled.
"We already have an idea." After Su Yun complained, Feng Qingyun said calmly, "There is a high probability that it will come out within two years."
Although the wind was light and the clouds were calm, Zheng Ren could hear the faint feeling of pride that could not be concealed in his words.
This is definitely a breakthrough project. It will be released in two years. After phase 1, 2, and 3 clinical trials, it will finally enter the clinic. Su Yun will also be able to win the Nobel Prize by then...
"Seriously, if you can figure it out, can I recommend it to you?" Zheng Ren asked.
"..." Su Yun was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his boss was already a Nobel Prize winner and was qualified to recommend new Nobel Prize projects.
Although he could be considered one, Zheng Ren's words made Su Yun feel uncomfortable.
"Let's talk about it later." Su Yun did not refuse directly, but waved his hand casually.
As they talked, the two came to the special needs ward.
Knocking on the door, I heard Wen Xiaonuan's voice.
Pushing the door open and going in, he saw her sitting by the bed, chatting with Xiao Shitou.
After a period of treatment, Xiao Shitou gained some weight and no longer looked like he was just skin and bones. At least it looks... like someone.
"Brother, Brother Yun, you are here." Xiao Shitou greeted cheerfully.
Although he was a little short of breath, it could be seen that he was still in a good mood.
"Doctor Zheng, Dr. Su, you two are here, sit down, sit down." Wen Xiaonuan stood up and said familiarly.
"You're welcome." Zheng Ren smiled.
He is still the same. He has been a doctor for a long time and is used to standing in the ward. It's impossible to sit here, and my whole body feels uncomfortable after sitting down.
"how do you feel today?"