Zheng Ren was also very distressed. He had just come back and wanted to whisper with Xie Yiren for a while. But the professor has already booked all the tickets for himself...
He wanted to refuse, but when he saw Professor Rudolf Wagner's earnest eyes and Director Kong's intentional or unintentional push, Zheng Ren sighed inwardly and said, let's go.
Anyway, Xiao Yiren was given leave, and Zheng Ren was particularly worried. At this time, the leader would have to allow the leave.
After eating, the professor couldn't wait to carry Zheng Ren's trolley case early and started doing various actions, hinting that Zheng Ren's time was almost up, and if he didn't go to the airport, he might delay his trip.
The restless professor looked at him with fury. In the end, Zheng Ren reluctantly said goodbye to Xie Yiren and hurriedly embarked on his journey.
Having just picked up Zheng Ren from the Imperial Capital International Airport, had a meal and then sent him away in such a hurry, Xie Yi, who had always been very nervous, felt in a trance.
At the airport, the person Director Kong contacted sent Zheng Ren a passport that was still a little hot.
The photo above is a photo of Zheng Ren at work in Haicheng.
Zheng Ren admires Director Kong's work efficiency very much. Is this okay
I originally thought about dragging it out for a week or two without a passport, but Director Kong solved the problem.
Although Director Kong didn't say anything, Zheng Ren could feel the ardent expectations behind his words.
The three of them passed the security check, and only then did Professor Rudolf Wagner let out a sigh of relief.
Finally, he took Boss Zheng on the road to Stockholm. The professor couldn't tell exactly what Zheng Ren could do.
But with him by his side, the professor always felt at ease.
"Where are we going?" Zheng Ren asked helplessly when he came to the VIP hall waiting for the flight.
This is simply kidnapping. I don't even know where I'm going, I just know I'm going to have an operation.
Don’t you need to see the patient before surgery
Perhaps, this can also be regarded as a kind of flying knife? But it’s too casual.
"Boss, you don't even know the most basic information about the Nobel Prize." Su Yun was helpless. As a doctor, Zheng Ren was so indifferent to the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.
"You and Fugui'er are busy, aren't you?" Zheng Ren said with a smile without any embarrassment.
"We're going to the Karolinska Institutet in Stockholm, rich, aren't we?"
"Yes." The professor nodded, his long blond hair flowing, "Dr. Mehar is in charge of the review work of the Karolinska Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm. The project was recommended by Dr. Mehar. Boss, so you have to pay attention to this matter. .”
"Well, I will treat him as my patient and I will take good care of him." Zheng Ren nodded.
Professor Rudolf Wagner and Su Yun frowned at the same time. Zheng Ren's words must be correct.
but,
It just sounds weird.
Can an ordinary patient in Haicheng be compared with Dr. Mehar from the Caroline Institute of Medicine and Surgery in Stockholm
No way.
Zheng Ren's brain circuit is too strange.
The two were silent. Zheng Ren also noticed that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but after thinking about it, he seemed to have said nothing wrong.
"Boss, Dr. Mehar's situation is a bit special." Professor Rudolf Wagner remembered something and said: "I performed an interventional surgery on him, and when the guide wire was pulled out, fresh thromboembolism had appeared at the end."
"Oh? Is the coagulation mechanism so bad?"
"Well, it's very bad." The professor said, "Otherwise, he would not have chosen minimally invasive interventional methods to treat prostate disease. I have seen his coronary artery films. Within a few months after the stent was removed, three coronary artery The pulse blockage was above 90%. But now, it is estimated to be 95% blocked."
"This is very difficult to handle." Zheng Ren pondered, "I feel like there is no need for prostate interventional surgery."
That's what he said, but Zheng Ren understood the patient's mood.
He once had a patient with colon cancer who had postoperative fistula and liver metastasis. The patient was treated for liver metastases in the provincial capital with good results.
If the treatment continues in such a calm manner, Zheng Ren estimates that the patient should not have any problem maintaining the condition for about three years.
However, the patient had a colostomy in his abdomen, and the feces flowed into the external drainage bag. He always felt uncomfortable and was different from normal people. He had to undergo a second-stage surgery for treatment.
After repeated attempts to dissuade him, the patient told Zheng Ren that I don’t feel like a human being anymore.
After all the words were said, Zheng Ren was speechless.
After the operation, the patient's body immunity dropped sharply due to the impact of the surgery, causing the tumor to grow explosively, and he died a few months later.
It is estimated that Dr. Mehar's situation is the same as that of the patients Zheng Ren has interacted with before. Once they accept that life is limited, many people will choose to die with dignity.
At the very least, you should die as a human being.
As Zheng Ren thought about it, Professor Rudolf Wagner took out his notebook and opened it to find Dr. Mehar's information and films, along with the intraoperative silhouette of the last surgery.
While waiting for the flight, Zheng Ren began to study.
Now that he has decided to undergo surgery, he should be treated as his own patient. This is what Zheng Ren thinks in his heart.
That's how it was done.
Dr. Mehar is 85 years old. One year ago, I underwent coronary stent surgery due to myocardial infarction.
His liver and kidney functions are very poor, and his heart function is also poor. This person... is because he is too old, and the functions of all the organs in his body have aged.
In other words, Dr. Mehar has reached the end of his life.
As for the prostate, in Zheng Ren's opinion, it is the least serious problem.
Even if he did it, Dr. Mehar's heart would only have about a year to work at most.
Perhaps, one year is an optimistic estimate.
Looking at the degree of coronary artery blockage and talking to Fu Guier about the interventional surgery, Zheng Ren estimated that Dr. Mehar might die from a myocardial infarction at any time.
This is all useless work. This person really has little hope of surviving to be judged for the Nobel Prize.
This was from a utilitarian point of view, but Zheng Ren said that he would treat him as his patient.
From the patient's perspective, letting him die with dignity is a better choice.
Not only does it comply with the patient's wishes, but it also tries to improve the quality of survival.
Do as much as you can.
"Fuguier, are you making the same old habit again?" Zheng Ren said, pointing to the clipped video recorded in his notebook.
"Is there something wrong with that?" Professor Rudolf Wagner was startled.
"Stupid, Fugui'er, do you still remember the patient you treated in Haicheng? Did the third group of capillaries look similar to this one? The boss hit you three times with a hemostatic forceps? Right, boss."
"Twice. The third time I was about to knock, but before I could do it, he changed his approach." Zheng Renhe said with certainty.
"..." The professor was stunned, what are these two guys talking about? How could I remember it so clearly!