godfather of surgery

Chapter 924 One million and two hundred thousand shots

Li Yingtong never imagined that Yang Ping, the founder of the famous space-guided gene theory, was actually a surgeon. His main job every day was surgery, and he only did experiments in his spare time.

After the interview, Yang Ping wanted to talk to her alone. Li Yingtong came to the ward of the Institute of Surgery in advance. Yang Ping was leading the doctor to conduct rounds, and asked Li Yingtong to go to the classroom and wait for a while.

Yang Ping led everyone to check the wards one by one. Jiang Li's condition had stabilized and she had just been transferred from the ICU back to the general surgery ward. Her vital signs were stable, she had no fever, and her blood pressure was completely normal. In total, she had spent more than 800,000 yuan in the ICU. , after being transferred back to the general ward, family members can accompany her. Three sisters and two sisters-in-law take turns taking care of Jiang Li. One brother is not married yet, so he is exempted from the obligation to be on duty. This is not to save money on escorts, but to reflect the role of brothers and sisters. of concern.

The bedside color ultrasound examination showed that the volume of Jiang Li's liver had increased significantly from the first day after surgery, and it is expected to increase to normal size in about two weeks.

After the ICU doctor sent Jiang Li back to the general surgery department, he transferred here to report on Jiang Li's treatment.

Yang Ping was busy, so he reported to Song Zimo. After the report, he chatted with Zhang Lin. He said that the patient who fell from a height was rescued and transferred back to the orthopedic trauma ward. Now he is paralyzed in bed. Because his wife neither paid the medical bills nor came to be discharged from the hospital, he asked the police to help notify his family several times, but his wife never came.

Director Zhao said that if he didn't come to pick her up, he would send her directly to his home. However, the police told Director Zhao that the door to his home was locked and his wife didn't know where she was now.

This matter is really difficult to handle. If a healthy person is okay and can make a living after being discharged from the hospital, he will not be hungry. This man is now a paralyzed patient. How can he be sent out if no one can be found to take over.

The hospital went to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau said that they could take care of the three-nil personnel. He had a wife and a family. This was caused by a family dispute and was not within the scope of their assistance at all.

What should I do? The patient could only lie there. At first, people from the work unit came and gave him a donation from the company, but no one came later.

After Yang Ping finished his work, he looked at the time. It happened to be the scheduled time, and he immediately came to the practical classroom.

There are only two people in the practical classroom, Yang Ping and Li Yingtong. This is Yang Ping's solo work conversation with her.

"Today we are not a professional interview, just an informal chat. Your songs are very nice! I really thought you were an excellent singer." Yang Ping smiled.

Li Yingtong said politely: "Thank you!"

"Is the background story of the song true?" Yang Ping asked gently.

Li Yingtong nodded.

"I'm sorry, did I make you sad?" Yang Ping said sorry.

Li Yingtong shook her head: "It's okay."

Yang Ping said meaningfully: "If your grandma knows that you have returned to China after studying and contributed to the motherland, she will be very happy in another world, and she will be proud of her."

Li Yingtong's eyes were a little moist, and her expression was also very complicated.

"Well, I'll make her proud."

''Have you visited our laboratory? Did Dr. Tang personally take you to see it? Yang Ping asked with concern.

"I've already seen it. Dr. Tang personally served as our guide. His explanation was very detailed." Li Yingtong put away the trace of sadness she just felt.

"How do you feel when comparing American laboratories with our laboratories?" Yang Ping asked.

Li Yingtong thought for a while: "I'm very surprised, why is such an important laboratory not fortified and there is no authority level for scientific researchers?"

''It's very simple. My scientific research is not military technology or commercial technology, but medicine that treats diseases and saves lives. When any of my scientific research results mature, they will be released to the world free of charge, so that people all over the world can benefit. Why do I still To set up defenses, I urgently hope that everyone will soon master the new scientific research results and be able to spread them to the world? "

In fact, this is Yang Ping's true thoughts. Part of it is not being made public now. He is just waiting for his next batch of scientific research results to come out, so that he will always be in control, so that he can not be controlled by others, and people can truly benefit and do good things if they are not controlled by others. Also pay attention to methods.

"Have you ever thought that these achievements of yours can make you the richest person in the world?" Li Yingtong was very curious.

''I never thought about it. Money means nothing to me. If scientific research does not cost money, I have no interest in money at all. Yang Ping slowly shook his head.

"Is your ideal to pursue human immortality?" Li Yingtong asked this very philosophical question.

''No! Immortality? So selfish! Everything has a process of birth, development and destruction. No one can escape this law. The replacement of old and new human beings is a natural law. To explain it with Chinese philosophy, this is the way of heaven. If everyone is immortal, how can new life be produced? How does civilization develop? I just hope that everyone can live their lives in good health and not be tortured by illness. That's all. I have never thought about the issue of immortality. "Yang Ping's tone was rational and thought-provoking.

"Professor Yang, I think most people can't disclose their scientific research results for free like you? People are always selfish."

Li Yingtong said.

Yang Ping smiled and said: "If my scientific research results cannot serve people well, what is the point? There must be some selfless people in this world, right?"

"You are great!" Li Yingtong looked at Yang Ping affectionately.

Yang Ping also responded with deep affection: "In fact, everyone can be great, and so can you. If you pursue your ideals and do something for the world, you will be great!"
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Institute of Surgery Clinic.

Professor Zhang Zongshun is waiting for the test results of patient Li Ruizhong. This male patient is 38 years old. He has been suffering from migrating joint pain in his limbs for the past four months. He has been seen many times in other hospitals and has undergone many examinations for rheumatoid arthritis, but either Negative, or there are no obvious characteristic changes in indicators.

Professor Zhang found swollen lymph nodes during his physical examination. He performed a lymph node puncture on the patient in the outpatient clinic a few days ago. Today is the time to get the pathology report, and the patient also made an appointment with Professor Zhang for a follow-up visit.

Soon, Li Ruizhong appeared with a pathology report in his hand. He couldn't understand it because the diagnosis on it was mixed with English abbreviations and English words.

After waiting for so many days, Li Ruizhong was relatively happy when he finally got the pathology report, with a joyful look on his face.

"Professor Zhang, the report is out. Could you please help me take a look?"

Li Ruizhong gasped slightly and handed the pathology report to Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang took a look at the pathology report and found that it was indeed what he suspected - diffuse large B-cell lymphoma, and it had progressed rapidly recently.

"Professor Zhang, what kind of disease is this?" Li Ruizhong asked worriedly.

Professor Zhang put down the report sheet, looked at Li Ruizhong, and thought for a moment: "You came alone? Where's your wife, you didn't come with me?"

"No, she is taking care of the children at home." Li Ruizhong didn't know what Professor Zhang meant.

Professor Zhang thought for a while and realized that this disease can still be treated, so he asked Li Ruizhong: "Diffuse large B-cell lymphoma?"

"cancer?"

Li Ruizhong's heart jumped into his throat.

"Cancer is cancer. Diffuse large B-cell lymphoma is diffuse large B-cell lymphoma. They are different diseases. Don't be nervous. This disease will be looked at by the hematology department or the oncology department. You can go to the hematology department tomorrow to register. I will give you a call. You write a note.”

Li Ruizhong searched on his mobile phone and found out that the disease was a malignant tumor, which is what everyone calls cancer. The news was like a thunderbolt. Li Ruizhong felt dizzy and fell directly to the ground. Professor Zhang, who often exercised and had sharp eyes and quick hands, immediately got up to support him. In addition, Xiao Lin, the assistant graduate student next to him, also reacted well. He rushed up and helped Li Ruizhong together to slow him down. Lying slowly on the hospital bed.

"Nurse, hurry up, a patient has fainted, give some oxygen." Graduate student Xiao Lin called.

The nurse came over immediately and connected Li Ruizhong with oxygen. After about ten minutes, Li Ruizhong woke up. He struggled to get up, stabilized himself for a few minutes and said, "I'm sorry, doctor, I can't bear this shock. The disease you just had was cancer." ?”

"Don't be nervous. Although this disease is a tumor and malignant, it is not cancer as you think. It can be treated. Do you understand?"

Professor Zhang said as gently as possible that this matter must be explained objectively and clearly, and he would have to face it sooner or later, but he could not scare the patient.

"Isn't a malignant tumor cancer?" Li Ruizhong's eyes were dull.

Professor Zhang comforted him: "There are many kinds of malignant tumors, some of which can be cured. Yours is one of the curable malignant tumors."

"Let me take a look at that sheet——"

Li Ruizhong took the pathology report handed over by Xiao Lin. He kept staring at the report as if in a dream. How he wished it was not true and just a dream.

But reality is reality. After a while, he said, "Can it really be cured?"

The mobile phone is the biggest tool for modern people. Li Ruizhong took his mobile phone and started to search for the diagnosis of the pathology report. His hands were shaking a little. It took him a long time to complete the diagnosis. He did not forget to type the word "cure" at the end.

''120 million! ? "

Li Ruizhong browsed through several news articles about this disease that he searched for. They said that there is a special medicine that can treat this disease, but it costs 120 million for a period of time.

For a person who finds it difficult to get even 12,000 yuan, 1.2 million yuan is an astronomical figure and is simply impossible to come up with.

"120 million?" Li Ruizhong's face turned pale. If it weren't for the oxygen tube attached to his nostril, he would have fainted.

Professor Zhang patiently explained: "If you use this method, it may cost more than 120 million. 120 million is just the cost of medicine. However, there are other relatively cheap treatments for this disease. Most of them can achieve the purpose of cure, but the premise is not to be afraid." , stabilize your emotions and carry out formal treatment. "

This 120 million-injection drug is called Aquilenza Injection, a product of the American company Kite Pharma. It is the first drug in the world to have such an effective treatment effect on malignant tumors. It is used to treat non-Hodgkin lymphoma. The cure rate is It is extremely high and can clear the tumor cells in the patient's body, at least temporarily.

But it is a drug that is not covered by medical insurance and is completely paid for out of pocket.

Li Ruizhong held the report sheet in his hand, murmured to himself, and then nodded mechanically: "Thank you, Professor Zhang. I'll go back and discuss it."

No matter what Professor Zhang said, it was difficult for Li Ruizhong to listen now. He believed that this was a terminal illness.

''Are you OK? "Professor Zhang asked with concern.

Li Ruizhong shook his head dully, then staggered out of the consulting room, holding the pathology report tightly in his hand.

"Go and have a look, don't let him fall, and talk to him."

This kind of thing is a blow to everyone. As a doctor, Professor Zhang has seen this kind of thing too much.

Later, Professor Zhang saw a few more patients. It was almost time to get off work, and Li Ruizhong had not left yet. He kept sitting on the bench outside the consulting room, his face expressionless and his eyes dull.

The Institute of Surgery does not open emergency services here, so the outpatient clinic gets off work at 6 p.m., but the outpatient hall is not closed because there are many long chairs inside, which can be used by family members of patients who do not have money to stay in hotels and sleep in the hall at night. Not only will the security not rush them, but they will also provide cups for them. They can also drink from the water dispenser in the lobby, and disposable cups are available at any time. These are the rules set by Yang Ping.

"Why haven't you gone back yet? Don't worry. You can go to the hematology department or oncology department to see this disease tomorrow. You can always see me."

Professor Zhang patted Li Ruizhong on the shoulder.

"I want to be quiet here. My home is more than 200 kilometers away from here. I won't go back for the time being."

Li Ruizhong sighed.

"You can help him get a cheap room at the Nandu Hotel, then buy him a lunch box and take him to have a rest. I'll give you the money. I'll transfer you five hundred first."

Professor Zhang asked Xiao Lin, a graduate student who was following the clinic, to do this.

Li Ruizhong came to see a doctor from out of town. After seeing the doctor, he stayed here waiting for the pathology report and slept in the hall every night.

"Thank you, Professor Zhang. How can I let you spend money? I will sleep here."

Li Ruizhong held Professor Zhang's hand and suddenly felt a touch of warmth and felt more comfortable.

"It's okay. I can reimburse you. You can reimburse me. You go with Xiao Lin, have a good sleep, and come to me tomorrow to discuss the treatment together, okay?" Professor Zhang's tone was like a family affair, and Li Ruizhong seemed to be His relatives.

Originally, Li Ruizhong's mind was blank. He didn't know where to go or what to do now. He was so confused that he could only sit on the chair outside the clinic in a daze. Now that Professor Zhang has arranged it like this, he seems to have a sense of direction.

"Well, Professor Zhang, thank you,"

"You come with me!"

Xiao Lin didn't know what to tell him, so he could only take him to the hotel to rest first. The man said goodbye to Professor Zhang and followed Xiao Lin to Sanbo Hotel.

"I will come to discuss it with you tomorrow morning!"

Li Ruizhong turned around and said loudly to Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang waved his hand: "Yes, come to me at eight o'clock and we will solve the problem together. What are you afraid of?"

Yang Ping met Professor Zhang at the door of the Institute of Surgery. Professor Zhang was calling Xiao Lin to explain things. When he saw Yang Ping, he immediately came up to chat.

"Hey, I just saw a patient from a rural area with diffuse large B-cell lymphoma. It's quite pitiful. If the patient doesn't want to go to the oncology department and hematology department, can our department accept him?" Professor Zhang said sympathetically.

"Accept! We accept all patients." Yang Ping knew that Professor Zhang was soft-hearted.

"The cure rate for diffuse large B-cell lymphoma is now quite high."

"Yes, so I suggested that he receive standardized treatment immediately."

"The best way to do that is the Akilenza injection."

"One million and two hundred thousand shots!"