What the hell is Lotto? Zheng Ren was a little confused.
But the system is such a big mess that it never explains it in detail. The reconstruction is like this, and now we have created a big lottery. lottery? Is the prize RMB or Euro? Zheng Ren estimated that it was most likely a passive skill, such as luck and reconstruction.
Back at Palme d'Or, Chang Yue was feeling sleepy today, so Zheng Ren and Su Yun didn't go upstairs and went straight back to wash up and go to bed.
He slept peacefully all night, and early the next morning, Zheng Ren was resurrected with full blood and blue.
The rib fractures caused by injuries sustained on the front line have basically healed. Now I only have symptoms of intercostal neuralgia occasionally, but I don't have any other problems.
Opening his eyes and picking up his phone, Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren's message.
She got up early, bought breakfast, and asked Zheng Ren and Su Yun to get up and eat.
Zheng Ren looked at the messages on his phone with a sweet smile on his face.
The chocolate mousse he ate last night was not as sweet as his current smile.
After breakfast, I rushed to work.
Nothing happened today. The patient will have to wait a few days for the second-stage surgery after surgery. This second-stage surgery gave Zheng Ren a headache. If not, the patient can be discharged today or tomorrow.
However, without the retrievable stent, postoperative complications will be very troublesome, and hepatic encephalopathy and the like are even more troublesome.
In the world, he had the best of both worlds. Considering the bed turnover rate and the treatment of the disease, he finally chose double stents. Zheng Ren had no good solution.
However, Zheng Ren was not idle, and he began to think about the main task of becoming famous all over the world. It seems that Big Pig Hotter supports his live broadcast of surgery.
Lotto, what can you draw? Nothing good can be found in any treasure chest, and Zheng Ren is not interested in these.
It is important to seize the time to complete the first stage and see the final stage as soon as possible.
Zheng Ren benefited a lot from the mission rewards for participating in the final stage of the Crown Pearl.
When he arrived at the interventional department, Peng Jia stood at the gate waiting for an unknown amount of time with dark circles under his eyes.
"Manager Peng, why are you here?" Zheng Ren was a little surprised.
"Boss Zheng, the contract has been drawn up, please take a look." Although Peng Jia was tired, he was very pleased.
The live broadcast of surgery is also a Nobel Prize-winning project, which will undoubtedly bring huge traffic to Xinglin Garden.
Whether it can be brought back to life and whether it will attract third and fourth rounds of venture capital depends on him.
"Oh, you can discuss it with Su Yun." Zheng Ren said: "After the lawyer has read it, it is enough for me to take a look at the final contract."
Is this kind of person who hands off the shopkeeper not afraid that his subordinates will lie to him? Peng Jia was a little surprised, but he concealed it so well that no one noticed.
That sarcastic sissy assistant is not an easy person to deal with.
He was extremely shrewd. Although he is a doctor and not a shopping mall elite, he has an extremely accurate grasp of people's psychology. He seems to know his own price already, and he can reach the bottom line of the price he can afford in one breath.
Peng Jia wanted Zheng Ren to negotiate in person. Boss Zheng looked honest and honest, so he probably wouldn't be that shrewd.
But Boss Zheng didn't answer the call at all and just dumped everything on Su Yun.
Su Yun said: "Boss, is Corey okay?"
"It's okay, go and do your work." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "It's done quickly, hurry up and do the surgery."
"Okay, when will the next batch of patients be opened?"
"Three to five days, it's mainly up to you." Zheng Ren has tried to shorten the patient's hospitalization time as much as possible, but the most basic time cannot be erased.
Su Yun nodded and left with Peng Jia.
Zheng Ren went to change clothes with a smile and turned in early. He didn't notice Professor Zhao's expression at all and just went about his own ward rounds and reading.
Days like this are not bad.
Just after checking the room, before Zheng Ren found a sunny corner to sit down and read a book, he heard someone calling him.
"What's wrong?"
"Boss Zheng, answer the phone!" the nurse outside said.
"Okay." Zheng Ren picked up the serial phone in the office and said, "Hello, hello."
"Oh, Director Luo, hello, hello."
"Okay, I'll go up right now."
After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.
"Boss, what's going on?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.
"The Department of Gastroenterology said they had admitted a patient with portal hypertension and asked me to see if he is suitable for surgery." Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Professor Rudolf Wagner excitedly made a victory sign.
The ice-breaking journey has officially begun.
Breaking through the 6-bed barrier is impossible if it is limited to this group or the interventional department. Zheng Ren faced solid ice and struggled to move forward.
To break the ice, the directors of other departments need support.
A move like Director Luo's is what Zheng Ren wants most.
After all, if patients with large amounts of ascites want to see a doctor, at least half...most of them will go to a gastroenterology specialist.
Director Luo's chance of admitting patients is much higher than that of the interventional department outpatient clinic.
Zheng Ren tidied up his white clothes and strode out of the interventional department.
After he walked out, Professor Zhao came to the nurse's station and asked, "Who was looking for Boss Zheng just now?"
He was smiling and showed no hostility at all.
"It's Director Luo from the Department of Gastroenterology," the nurse replied.
Professor Zhao's heart sank.
Did this little boss Zheng break through so quickly? It seems that I haven't had time to do anything yet.
He concealed his disappointment with a smile and slowly walked out of the door of the interventional department, preparing for surgery.
The raptor crosses the river. This is really a raptor, and it is full of beauty.
Zheng Ren quickly came to the Department of Gastroenterology, and with a smile, he knocked on the door of Director Luo's office.
"Please come in." Director Luo's voice came from inside.
"Hello, Director Luo." Zheng Ren entered, bowed respectfully, and then said.
"Boss Zheng, you're welcome, please sit down." Director Luo motioned for Zheng Ren to sit down, and then asked: "The patient from the past few days has been confirmed to have mitochondrial encephalomyopathy."
"Yeah." Zheng Ren responded softly.
It's certain, it's certain. However, limited to the current level of molecular pathology and genetics, there is no way to cure it.
It can only be supplemented through drug treatment, exercise therapy, and paying attention to diet. In that patient, Zheng Ren judged that the clinical symptoms were caused by the deficiency of pyruvate dehydrogenase. Giving him a ketogenic diet (reducing carbohydrates and increasing fat content) could increase the patient's mitochondrial biosynthesis and heterogeneous transformation to wild-type mtDNA.
"Does Boss Zheng have any good suggestions?" Director Luo asked.
Zheng Ren stated his views, and he kept observing Director Luo's expression. Sure enough, what he said was nothing new. It was obviously similar to the plan given by Director Luo.
Director Luo smiled and revealed the matter, saying: "Yesterday I went out to the outpatient clinic and saw a patient with late-stage liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension, so I admitted him. What tests does Boss Zheng need before the operation?"
"The new tip surgery requires MRI diffusion of the liver to determine the location of the puncture point," Zheng Ren said.
"If nuclear magnetic dispersion..." Director Luo said softly.