Zou Jiahua obviously has some understanding of the ion channelopathy diagnosed by Zheng Ren, and can even be said to be doing research.
This is normal. After all, it is a life-threatening matter. For Zou Jiahua, whether he can avoid another cardiac arrest is his most important thing now.
And the most maddening thing about this “disease” is that there is no definite diagnosis.
He also asked Zheng Ren about various solutions in detail, and Zheng Ren answered them one by one. Zou Jiahua then fell silent, seeming to be calculating the pros and cons and not making a decision directly.
The black elongated Lincoln returned to the entrance of the 912 hospitalization department smoothly, and Zou Jiahua said to think about it again. Zheng Ren didn't say much, just said goodbye calmly and got out of the car with Su Yun.
Watching the black car leave like a ghost, Zheng Ren felt that this experience was quite bad.
"Boss, do you want to treat him or not?" Su Yun asked.
"I want to give it a try, but after all, the diagnosis is not clear and I am hesitant." Zheng Ren told the truth and did not hide the entanglement deep in his heart.
"The initiative was just given to him?" Su Yun was quite dissatisfied with Zheng Ren's answer.
"Whether he is a patient or not, it depends on his own judgment whether to perform surgery or not." Zheng Ren said, "I don't want to go back anymore."
Seeing Zheng Ren's high interest, Su Yun asked in a low voice: "Go to the urology department?"
Zheng Ren thought for a while and nodded slightly.
Director Miao's side will probably be more difficult. Go take a look, if there is anything you can do to help, it would be a good idea to help.
The two arrived at the urology department floor. As soon as they got off the elevator, they saw that there were more people here than usual.
They were probably spectators, and Zheng Ren had an ominous premonition in his heart.
If the patient's family really accepted their fate as Lao He described, they would have taken the body away by now.
With so many people watching, there must be a lot of trouble.
Zheng Ren didn't have time to change out of his white clothes and put on casual clothes to see what was going on, so he just walked through the crowd and walked in.
As we walked away, there were more and more people, crowded, whispering to each other.
The sound of suppressed crying could be heard faintly, and Zheng Ren keenly captured it among the noisy voices.
There was no yelling, no fuss, just crying.
Zheng Ren felt a little relieved, stood at the door of the ward, raised his head and looked inside.
A man of about fifty years old was kneeling at the door of Director Miao's office, with something covered with a white sheet in front of him. He didn't speak, he just cried.
There were many middlemen. Zheng Ren only saw a certain frame, and then the figure was blocked by the patient's family members who were watching the excitement.
Mr. Yu and several doctors seemed to be trying to persuade him, but judging from the situation, it was probably of no use.
"We should really kill all the doctors." A young man stood next to Zheng Ren and said with unabashed anger.
Others around the young man saw Zheng Ren wearing white clothes and didn't say anything.
Zheng Ren knew that he must have said that on purpose.
This kind of thing is so common that it has long been commonplace. Real life is better, but I see a lot more harsh words than this on the Internet.
Feeling a little frustrated, he turned around and left without saying anything to the young man.
Su Yun wanted to push forward to see what was going on, but when he saw Zheng Ren turning back and walking out, he hesitated a little and followed suit.
"Boss, don't you go and have a look?" Su Yun asked.
"It's meaningless." Zheng Ren was in a low mood, and the young man's provocative words kept echoing in his ears, like a sharp sword that could pierce him at any time.
This is normal, Zheng Ren told himself. The current doctor-patient relationship has reached a critical point. What else can I do
"Are you becoming more artistic?" Su Yun saw that Zheng Ren was not in a high mood, so he taunted him: "You are so sentimental, look at you like a bitch."
"No." Zheng Ren shook his head, squeezed out a smile, and said, "Has Mayo replied to the letter?"
"We're back." Su Yun glanced at his phone and said, "They said we would discuss it and fly over directly if the situation permits. But they said that if you can go, it would be better to go to Mayo."
Zheng Ren nodded.
"Boss, I think this is a disease. If you are sure, it would be better for us to go to Mayo for surgery." Su Yundao, "What do you think?"
Zheng Ren knew what Su Yun meant.
The patient is an Indian. For the Mayo Clinic, there is a slight difference from the experimental subject in the system space, but the difference is not big.
For surgery at Mayo, there are relevant legal documents. If the surgery fails, it will fail. There is no big problem and no worries.
But if you come to China for surgery, there will be a lot of trouble. First of all, is this surgery a urology surgery, a general surgery, or a neurology surgery
If the operation fails, will there be any foreign disputes? If so, it would be a headache.
Although these things are not big things, they need to be considered.
As for the patients…
Why are the drug databases of major pharmaceutical companies in the world open to India, but they do not strongly prohibit India from developing generic drugs, but instead semi-open their databases to them
Nothing else, just because India provides experimental populations for human trials from Phase I to Phase III clinical trials.
Big pharmaceutical companies like Roche and Pfizer have no idea how much money they have spent on research and development. There is a project at hand. If you are unlucky and fail, even such a giant will face the risk of bankruptcy.
Projects such as renal radiofrequency ablation to treat high blood pressure are facing failure. It’s just that this project is relatively small and can’t be stretched too much. (Note 1)
Zheng Ren thought about it and said: "Then contact Mayo. If there are no problems with the law and we are not busy here, we can fly over for the surgery. By the way, do you need permission from the medical office in the hospital? Ask for me one time."
"The hospital must have the medical office know about it, but I guess it's not a big problem. I can make the final decision on the cost of the surgery?" A ghostly smile appeared on Su Yun's face.
Zheng Ren waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter.
So many experience points have been spent, even if you give yourself hundreds of thousands of dollars, it is completely impossible to make up for it. This is an unequal exchange. If you can complete the system tasks, it's fine. If you can't, you will completely lose money.
Su Yun held the phone, his fingers flying, crackling with afterimages, and an email was sent in less than a minute.
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On the black Lincoln, Zou Jiahua leaned back on the armchair a little tiredly, with countless thoughts swirling in his mind.
This decision is more difficult to make than an acquisition that costs tens of billions.
Even if investments and acquisitions fail, there is always the possibility of a comeback. However, what if the operation fails and I die directly
If it is an ordinary surgery, it will be done if it is done. For things with a small probability, we can use better equipment, better doctors, better technical means, and better drugs to reduce this possibility until it is ignored. Excluding.
But my disease... not even the Mayo Clinic can diagnose it.
That is the number one cardiology hospital in the world!
Zou Jiahua felt very tired, heart tired, very tired.
He wanted to sleep for a while, sleep peacefully for a while, even if it cost ten thousand dollars a minute, it didn't matter.
Unfortunately, this is just a wish.
"Is there any news from Nanyang?" Zou Jiahua asked.
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Note 1: During these extraordinary times, I wasn’t sure whether there was any taboo in this section, so I deleted and revised it many times.