Doctor of Healing

Chapter 675 Your article has been settled
The reason Ji Xiang gave was not particularly sufficient. The side effects of famotidine were clearly written in the manual. Meng Qingfei hesitated for a long time and said nothing.

Because the evidence was rather vague, Ji Xiang didn't insist, and the two tacitly took this matter as air.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Xiang said goodbye.

Meng Qingfei saw that the internal medicine department in the emergency department became quiet. He walked over and said, "Old He, stop famotidine and try liver protection medicine."

"I've used liver protection medicine, but the effect is mediocre. Famotidine has side effects? Why didn't I know." The emergency physician looked at Meng Qingfei suspiciously.

"It is written in the instructions that there may occasionally be slight changes in liver function. Let's try it. Anyway, there is no better way now. Besides, famotidine is symptomatic for abdominal pain. I have been using it for a few days, and it is normal to stop it. Can't say anything."

The emergency physician did not think that Meng Qingfei was right about famotidine, but he had no good solution, so he ordered the doctor to stop famotidine.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Meng Qingfei made a few phone calls to urge the results of liver function.

"Meng'er, I think you are thinking too much." The emergency physician said.

"The suggestion given by Xiaoji, I think I can try it. I thought about it all night yesterday, and I dreamed that the patient's liver function recovered."

"Xiaoji? Is that the little star?"

Since Ji Xiang appeared on the show, many nurses in the emergency department mentioned him with the words "star", so the emergency physician emphasized that Ji Xiang is a "little star".

Meng Qingfei was a little unhappy when he heard the sting in his words, and replied, "Xiaoji is very accurate in seeing things very often."

"Don't talk nonsense, famotidine will not cause liver damage at all." The emergency physician said contemptuously, "The instructions are here, Menger, have you been on the night shift and lost your mind?"

Meng Qingfei just smiled and didn't speak.

Although the diagnostic logic given by Ji Xiang is not complete, if an old doctor with white beard and hair said in a tone of vicissitudes that there are many problems with Motidine, everyone might be convinced.

Clinically, many of the rare complications have to be seen with their own eyes.

But Jixiang is young, and he will never give people such a sense of convincing.In addition, he has appeared on variety shows, some doctors find it difficult to accept, so they are prejudiced instead.

"Meng'er, you told me about scientific research yesterday, is it true or not?"

"Of course it's true. It's obvious at a glance." Meng Qingfei said.

"You, you have a great ability but you don't know how to use it. You were sent to the emergency department for a lifetime. That's not the case."

"Me? I don't have great abilities." Meng Qingfei smiled, "If you say that you have abilities, I think Xiaoji is about the same."

"He'll tie a knot."

"Didn't you watch the show?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I don't watch variety shows, I never watch them. It's no fun for those celebrities to play tricks. I go home and go fishing."

No wonder, it is estimated that Dr. He in the emergency department doesn't like to read the news, otherwise he should know about such a big thing as Ji Xiang's surgery on Neymar.

"Meng'er, can you really publish papers with an impact factor of 3 or more? If others say that I don't believe it, I will take it seriously! 10 is too expensive. If you say you have the ability, go out and make a lot of money. .”

"If famotidine is the culprit, the article will be settled." Meng Qingfei laughed.

The emergency physician was taken aback for a moment. Seeing that Meng Qingfei didn't seem to be lying, he became entangled.

"Xiaoji won't care about me, and he doesn't lack papers."

"Damn, I've been reading novels for the past few days, and I'm talking about being a top student. It's cool to write papers! People can publish top-level papers and journals if they want to, and I can do it if I want to. How nice it would be."

Meng Qingfei refreshed the webpage, but still hasn't reported back.

He said lightly, "Xiaoji performed an operation on Neymar in Lin'an, and now observes Neymar's recovery, and has published two top SCI papers."

"!!!" There were countless exclamation marks on the emergency physician's head, and his eyes changed a little, releasing hot flames.

"What journal?" He asked eagerly, as if he had forgotten that he said that Ji Xiang was a "little star".

"The Lancet and European Sports Medicine."

"!!!"

"The impact factor of the latter is slightly lower, which is of little significance, but it belongs to a specialized journal. In the field of orthopedics, it has a very large influence." Meng Qingfei said.

"The impact factor is not big, how big is it? Is there 1?"

"I glanced at it yesterday, it seems to be around 3 o'clock."

The emergency physician burst into tears.

That's it, it's already a top-level journal that can't be expected, why is it in Meng Qingfei's mouth... no, it is a weak journal in Jixiang's side?
Indeed, compared with The Lancet, journals with an impact factor of 3 or less are weaker, but if you want to publish an article in this type of journal, at least 10, it depends on your luck, and you can’t publish it just because you want to.

The emergency physician's eyes were red, as if infected with pink eye disease.

Meng Qingfei refreshed again, and the liver function results returned.

He stared intently.

In just one night, famotidine was stopped and liver-protecting drugs were used, and the patient's liver function has recovered a lot.Although it is not normal yet, compared with the previous inspection, we can see the trend of recovery.

"Old He, look." Meng Qingfei let out a long breath, "I just said that Xiaoji is right."

The emergency physician wanted to refute, but because Meng Qing insisted on helping him write a thesis, some things were hard to say.

"Come on!" Meng Qingfei patted the table, "I have work to do today."

"What are you going to do?"

"Tracking the patient's data, a paper can be written soon. Lao He, let's make an agreement, I don't ask you how much you want." Meng Qingfei chuckled.

"You can really write it, that's not a lot of money." The emergency physician said.

"Unfortunately, I'm not Xiaoji. Otherwise, if I take a piece of Lancet to the hospital directors of various departments, they would be willing to go bankrupt."

This is a bit exaggerated, but people in the circle sound normal.

A paper in the world's top journals can last at least ten years, enough for a doctor to go from resident to chief physician.

In other words, a dissertation is equal to a lifetime of smooth travel.

As long as you have a good mind, you can do hundreds of thousands of things to buy a paper.

"Meng'er, did Xiao Ji really publish the paper on The Lancet?"

"What? Want to find Xiaoji?" Meng Qingfei mocked slightly.

"No, no, I'm old, and a Lancet article is of little use to me, and those hospitalized people always need it more. I mean..."

The emergency physician swallowed.

"My son has graduated from university in a few years, if he can get a name in the literature of the Lancet..."

(End of this chapter)