White armor

Chapter 452: No Upper Limit

"I don't know what the point of studying medicine is. You always stay up late and age quickly!"

Although Zhuang Yan's mother was still scolding, her tone had softened a little.

"How can you get ahead without working hard? I am just a middle-level cadre. It is difficult to have good fortune for three generations. I guess it is only Xiaoyan's generation."

"The directors of several neighboring hospitals have all been arrested, and Director Song from your hospital, who has already retired, has also been arrested. I'll be content as long as you can go home every day." There was some sadness in Zhuang Yan's mother's words.

After hearing these words, Zhuang Yongqiang fell silent unconsciously.

Every generation has its own troubles. Although I am fine for the time being, who knows?
So he hoped that Zhuang Yan could grow up on her own, even if one day she could go in by herself, bah bah bah~
Zhuang Yongqiang pouted a few times in his heart.

Don't think about such unlucky things, always think positively.

Although I am very careful in what I say and do, there are still some things that I can find problems with if I want to investigate.

He silently looked at the book "Canglang Water" in front of him, and remembered that after the protagonist of the third batch of graduate students got a high position, when the unit distributed houses, even if he didn't want them, he didn't want the best house, so the whole process of distributing houses could not continue.

This is human nature, there is nothing we can do about it.

I am just a humble official. Even the old man cannot change his human nature. How can I have the right to think so much?

Zhuang Yan is already pretty good, with both upper and lower limits. This is something others wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Is Xiao Luo's side stable?" asked Zhuang Yan's mother.

"Steady, as steady as an old dog, an old dog with lost teeth, lying in the corner every day to bask in the sun, eating leftovers as long as he doesn't starve to death."

Zhuang Yongqiang gave this evaluation of Luo Hao.

“???” Zhuang Yan’s mother was stunned.

What kind of evaluation is this? Ask yourself if it is stable or not. I can understand that you are as stable as an old dog, but what do the following words mean?
"Let me put it this way, given Luo Hao's position and what he does, not to mention in the future, even now, he can make himself financially free with just a glance." Zhuang Yongqiang continued to explain.

"Huh? That's impossible. He has only been in the hospital for less than a year."

"They are sent to the border areas. If they want to move up, they must go to the border areas. It's because the Russians have been unstable in recent years and our Beijiang Province is considered a frontier, so Xiao Luo can stay." Zhuang Yongqiang said lightly, looking at the book "The Water of Canglang" with envy in his heart.

That was a great era. We grew up in a wild way, and most people were able to make a career and live a rich life without having to worry about so many things.

Now? In today's environment, the person in the book would have been arrested.

Not to mention anything else, the First Hospital of Medical University was building a building a few years ago, and I never dreamed that there would be any connection with the person who called me.

It doesn't matter whether you agree or not. Some money cannot be accepted even if you don't want it.

When he thought about these things, Zhuang Yongqiang felt a little depressed.

"I'll take a look."

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at Xiaoyan." Zhuang Yongqiang stood up, picked up the book "The Water of Canglang" and put it on the bookshelf.

Zhuang Yongqiang felt relieved that Zhuang Yan followed Luo Hao and was in Luo Hao's medical team.

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Ronald?"

"Well, how come he's as steady as an old dog? Doesn't he need money?"

"Who doesn't need money? Xiao Luo even drives an eight-hand 307." Zhuang Yongqiang said, "This kind of person is very scary. He can curb his inner desires. The things he participates in are also of a very high level."

"How high?" asked Zhuang Yan's mother.

She had originally imagined that Zhuang Yongqiang would say it jokingly - as high as several floors.

But Zhuang Yongqiang didn't say that. He hesitated for a moment and explained, "Some time ago, someone released cockroaches into the wild, you know."

"I know. These people are possessed by demons. They are releasing cockroaches. Don't you think this is a disease, Lao Zhuang?"

"No, it's not that simple. After Xiao Luo found out about this, he seemed to contact Boss Xia, and then he disappeared for a while."

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know. It must be a confidential operation, and the level is very high." Zhuang Yongqiang said, "Later, people in other places released cockroaches one after another, but we didn't have any here."

"???"

Zhuang Yongqiang knew that his lover didn’t understand, so he didn’t explain and just changed his clothes and went out.

Whether something would happen to him was a Schrödinger's question, and even Zhuang Yongqiang himself was not sure.

They didn't dare to touch the real boss behind the scenes, so they had to take the blame as small officials like themselves.

A few years ago, the boss of a listed company illegally reduced his holdings and moved to Po County. He also posted a provocative video, saying a lot of things in a subtle way.

Zhuang Yongqiang knew that there was actually no difference between him and him. To the gods in the sky, he was just a little demon that could resist lightning.

It looks prosperous, but in fact it is as fragile as an egg.

Zhuang Yan is not bad, Zhuang Yongqiang thought. It's a pity that Luo Hao has a girlfriend, otherwise...

This thought came to his mind again, making Zhuang Yongqiang feel a little regretful.

I think if Luo Hao marries into my family, I will have an extra layer of protection.

After driving to the hospital, Zhuang Yongqiang came to the ICU with his hands behind his back.

The young nurse opened the door and was surprised to see Zhuang Yongqiang. She was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

"It's okay. I'll change my clothes and go in to see the patient poisoned by paraquat." Zhuang Yongqiang smiled and calmed the young nurse.

"President Zhuang..."

The young nurse squatted down to change Zhuang Yongqiang's shoes.

Zhuang Yongqiang took half a step back and refused to change his shoes.

"..." The young nurse squatted on the ground, at a loss. The head nurse did this, so why couldn't she do it?

The struggle between her conscience and her desires just now had her limit. She had to lower her face and squat down to change Dean Zhuang's shoes. No matter how much more, the nurse didn't know what to do.

"I can do it myself."

Zhuang Yongqiang smiled and was humble.

When the First Hospital of Medical University performed the first liver transplant a few years ago, President Song attached great importance to it. He wanted to carry out the operation on a large scale, so he kept a close eye on it.

He went to ICU once a day when Zhuang Yongqiang was still the vice president.

When entering the door, the scene of the director of the nursing department squatting down to change the shoes for Dean Old Song always lingered in Zhuang Yongqiang's mind and he could not forget it.

It's so dazzling.

A few years later, after retiring, Dean Song went to a private hospital and poached some people from the First Hospital of Medical University. He was doing very well, but because the director of the nursing department was reported by someone under his real name, he was directly betrayed.

The issue of conduct between men and women serves as an introduction to a host of other things.

Zhuang Yongqiang looked down on Dean Song's generation from the bottom of his heart.

What's going on? The director of the nursing department must have been in menopause when she pounced on him. That's it? Isn't that a loss?

Taking others as a lesson, Zhuang Yongqiang refused the opportunity of others flattering him. Although the young nurse certainly asked for less, Zhuang Yongqiang still refused to give in.

So the fact that he has not fallen yet may have something to do with this.

After changing shoes, putting on sterile clothes, a hat and a mask, Zhuang Yongqiang walked in the corridor of the ICU.

"There is a male who took drugs and was in a coma. He was determined to be clinically dead. According to his ante-living will, his organs were donated."

“???” Zhuang Yongqiang was stunned.

Luo Hao's voice was as gentle as sunshine, and even though he heard it from a distance, he felt warm in his heart.

"Isn't he in a coma? How do you determine he is clinically dead?" Zhuang Yan's voice was heard soon after.

"Oh, keep listening." Luo Hao said with a smile, "When we went on stage and prepared to cut the organs, the patient woke up and started crying, making a fuss and struggling. The doctor saw that the patient was fine, so he gave him a sedative and sent him to the ICU."

"We were spotted by Koda officials on the way..."

"Koda is the Organ Donation Alliance, I heard they are pretty good."

"Yes, that's right." Luo Hao said, "After seeing this, he still instructed to continue organ recovery.

Koda officers claimed the man's movements were a reflex reaction and wheeled him into surgery."

"Ga~~~" Zhuang Yan made a sound that was familiar to Zhuang Yongqiang.

Although the topic was heavy, Zhuang Yongqiang still smiled knowingly.

“It’s ridiculous that this process is called the Walk of Honor where employees stand by to show respect for the organ donor.”

"What happened next?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Zhuang Yongqiang stood outside the office and listened.

The smell of food wafted in. I guess Zhuang Yan and Xiao Luo had just finished their meal and were chatting for a while.

But how did we get to this topic?
Zhuang Yongqiang thought that the paraquat poisoning patient might need a lung transplant. Zhuang Yongqiang was also extremely cautious when it came to organs, otherwise the hospital would have only carried out a few cases and not promoted it on a large scale.

This thing is too deep, so deep that even Zhuang Yongqiang is afraid of it.

“The man regained consciousness a third time.

On the operating table, the man was fully conscious, crying, shaking his head and trying to rip out his breathing tube.

The surgeon canceled the operation and the patient was returned to intensive care. Senior officials in charge of organ recovery tried to find another surgeon to remove the organ, but no doctor was willing to perform the operation.

"So, doctors should have the most basic ethics. Koda officials are a bunch of shit. Not bad? That's all propaganda. Xiaozhuang, you can't believe the content of that propaganda."

Luo Hao rarely started to curse.

"Ohhhh, this is so confusing. No wonder you keep rejecting Professor Li."

"If we can avoid touching the organs, we should do so. The real large-scale organ transplantation needs to wait until autologous stem cell cultivation and 3D printing mature. But it is not certain how many years it will take."

"Didn't they say that it has entered the animal experiment stage?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"I've encountered a problem and my research has been stuck." Luo Hao sighed, "Let's wait, I hope it will be sooner."

“I see many people have signed organ donation agreements.”

"That's not enough. In China, most doctors still have a conscience and don't touch this area. But there are always underground black clinics. They do surrogacy, egg retrieval, and transplantation. We don't touch this area."

"Ok!"

"So, anyway, if the patient can survive, let him survive on his own, and don't do a transplant. God knows where the transplanted organs come from."

"what?"

"Palestine, Eastern Ukraine, the more chaotic the place, the more such things happen. It's not convenient in China. If you have money, you have to go to the United States, where the industrial chain is mature. In 16, a rich man in the Middle East was accused of being a terrorist by two t0s. Putting this aside, the rich man had a heart transplant at the Cleveland Clinic and came for a follow-up visit after the surgery."

Zhuang Yongqiang was stunned.

"You know where the lung transplant base is, right?" "Yes!"

"That person was a junior college student at the time. He didn't have a high level of education, but he was smart and seized the opportunity to become a disciple of a specialist in Toronto, Canada. The initial donor lungs were provided by the specialist in Toronto through organizations like UNOS."

"The operation itself is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the donor and postoperative care and treatment. Forget it, I won't say more about this matter. Anyway, others can do whatever they want, but we won't."

"Senior Brother, aren't you going too far?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Some time ago, the boss had a big argument with another academician in the Academy of Engineering who wanted to open a private transplant hospital, and they almost got into a fight." Luo Hao finally gossiped about the people and things around him.

"Ga~~~" Zhuang Yan was stunned.

"Really? He's so old, and he's still fighting. Wait till I get into the engineering school, and I'll beat him to death!"

It was also the first time that Zhuang Yongqiang heard of such a secret, especially the last sentence. Luo Hao's youthful spirit burst out, and he was no longer like a mouthful of lukewarm water, with a mask on his face forever.

"Xiao Luo, Xiao Yan, what are you two talking about?" Zhuang Yongqiang walked into the office.

"President Zhuang." Luo Hao stood up.

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There were two lunch boxes on the table, both sent by the canteen.

Zhuang Yongqiang was a little dissatisfied. Xiao Luo was really a bitch. He was taking care of a patient with paraquat poisoning in the ICU and he didn't even eat good food. He just ate the lunch boxes that were used to feed pigs in the cafeteria.

It would be fine if he just ate it, but his own daughter also ate the pig food.

Luo Hao, this piece of shit!
"How is the patient?" Zhuang Yongqiang asked.

"The acute stage of organ failure has passed, and drugs to protect the lungs have been administered. It seems that there is little impact on liver and kidney function."

"Simpler."

"The person should be able to survive." Luo Hao stopped speaking vaguely and gave Zhuang Yongqiang an affirmative answer.

"Yes, this is the first time our hospital has successfully rescued a patient poisoned by paraquat."

Zhuang Yongqiang nodded.

Luo Hao was a little surprised. He looked at the expression on Zhuang Yongqiang's face seriously, as if thinking about something.

"I'll have the publicity person contact you to promote this matter."

"Okay, Xiaozhuang, you come to receive them." Luo Hao said immediately.

Zhuang Yongqiang smiled slightly. Xiao Luo was a very considerate child. He made people feel comfortable when doing things. If he raised the issue, people would follow suit.

"me……"

"There are still various academic meetings to attend by the end of the year, so we have to start now." Luo Hao said, "Besides, I have other things to do tomorrow morning, and you can take care of the patients in the ICU."

"Hmm? Is Xiaoyan okay?" Zhuang Yongqiang was shocked. Luo Hao was too thorough. You know, that was a patient poisoned by paraquat!
"Of course. Xiaozhuang is a master's degree holder from Peking University Health Science Center. He has a solid foundation, so don't worry. Moreover, the patient's condition is now stable. Senior Brother Che from Qilu and I gave the same assessment." Luo Hao smiled.

"Director Zhuang, can you take a look at the patient?" Seeing that Zhuang Yongqiang was a little hesitant, Luo Hao invited.

"Walk."

When they arrived at the bedside, Luo Hao didn't say anything and let Zhuang Yan explain the condition and treatment process.

Listening to Zhuang Yan's clear and logical story, she crushed the average attending physician and resident manager.

Zhuang Yongqiang felt relieved.

Suddenly, he heard the name of a drug - cyclophosphamide.

"Wait a moment, Doctor Zhuang." Zhuang Yongqiang directly interrupted Zhuang Yan's report and called her Doctor Zhuang.

Zhuang Yan shut up and waited attentively for Zhuang Yongqiang to ask questions.

"Isn't cyclophosphamide a drug for treating bone marrow malignancies and leukemia?"

"It's like this. In the prevention and treatment of pulmonary fibrosis caused by acute paraquat poisoning, clinicians have discovered several drugs that can prevent pulmonary fibrosis." Zhuang Yan looked calm and answered fluently.

She didn't look at the information and introduced it based on her memory.

"The first is propranolol, which is the commonly used propranolol. Propranolol should be used early. It can compete with the receptors in the lungs to release the toxins in the lungs and minimize the absorption of paraquat toxic components into muscle, fat and lung tissues."

“The second is glucocorticoids.

Hormone drugs have powerful anti-inflammatory effects, can effectively maintain the stability of cell membranes, and prevent late-stage pulmonary fibrosis. They should be used in large doses at an early stage.

The timing of administration is determined according to the course of the disease, and methylprednisolone, dexamethasone, or hydrocortisone can also be used.”

"The third type is immunosuppressants, such as cyclophosphamide, cyclosporine A, colchicine and other drugs that have immunomodulatory effects and reduce inflammatory responses, and should be used as early as possible."

"Professor Luo was very thoughtful about the treatment of the patient. He first used sivelestat sodium, a drug used to improve acute lung injury caused by systemic inflammatory response syndrome, and combined it with anti-lung injury treatments such as antioxidants, expectorants, and improving lung clearance ability."

“Civelestat sodium is effective and has low side effects, but at the same time, its effectiveness is mediocre.”

"On the premise that the patient's inflammatory storm was controllable, Professor Luo and Professor Che of Qilu Medical University consulted three times and decided to use cyclophosphamide for treatment."

Zhuang Yan then opened the computer workstation and found the patient's medical records.

Zhuang Yongqiang looked at it carefully.

The medical record was written in such a standard way that it should have been written by Luo Hao.

There were three consultations, each of which was recorded with appropriate details and sufficient reasons.

Zhuang Yongqiang understood it at a glance.

This work is really meticulous, Zhuang Yongqiang sighed in his heart.

While Zhuang Yan was still reporting, Zhuang Yongqiang's mind was not on the patients or the medical records, but drifting far away.

"Director Zhuang, it's mainly because Dr. Chen and Dr. Zhuang kept inducing vomiting on the patient in the helicopter, and the paraquat has expired and contains other chemical components, so it is preliminarily determined that the inflammatory storm is controllable and the organ failure has passed the acute stage."

Luo Hao added.

The rest is not important, the main thing is to add the three words "Dr. Zhuang".

Zhuang Yongqiang knew that Zhuang Yan had vomited out the overnight meal on the helicopter, and she needed Chen Yong's protection to get off the plane safely.

The more he looked at Luo Hao, the more he liked him. Zhuang Yongqiang nodded and asked, "How long will it take?"

"It will probably take about ten days to be transferred out of the ICU."

"Good." Zhuang Yongqiang glanced at Luo Hao, "You are all good."

"Thank you, Dean Zhuang, for your recognition."

"Then I'm leaving. Xiao Luo, where are you going? Corey's surgery?"

"No, there is a red-crowned crane in the Changnan Zhalong Nature Reserve. It lost a fight with another red-crowned crane some time ago, and its lower beak was broken. It was about to starve to death. After it was brought here, I asked Sister Ye from Gongda to make a 3D-printed alloy lower beak for it."

“!!!” Zhuang Yongqiang was stunned.

Is it so advanced now? 3D printed alloy lower beak, it sounds so sci-fi? But when Luo Hao said this, it couldn't be more ordinary, just like eating and drinking water.

"But after it got the alloy lower beak, it became arrogant and bullied the other red-crowned cranes. One of the red-crowned cranes had no food to eat, and no one knew what it ate, which caused severe intestinal obstruction."

"Uh..." Zhuang Yongqiang was speechless.

Professor Xiao Luo is really busy.

"I'm going to perform surgery on that red-crowned crane and try to remove the obstruction in the most minimally invasive way possible. If it doesn't work, surgery is the only option."

"You are really a capable person who deserves more work." Zhuang Yongqiang couldn't help but comment.

"We also need to teach that red-crowned crane a lesson so that it will behave better in the future."

"Lessons?!" Zhuang Yongqiang was puzzled.

"You don't need me to do anything. Just lock it up with the bamboo for a few days."

"!!!"

"We have to rehearse for the Ice and Snow Festival in advance, so we can use this red-crowned crane as a promotion for Changnan. When the passenger flow is large, we can go to the provincial capital for a tour, then go to Changnan to see the red-crowned crane and have a barbecue. This will definitely help boost the economy."

Zhuang Yongqiang felt sad.

Professor Xiao Luo has a lot of things to worry about.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, I will definitely trouble Dean Zhuang." Luo Hao said politely.

"Can Xiaoyan do it?" Zhuang Yongqiang asked Luo Hao in a low voice.

His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself.

"No problem. Doctor Zhuang is very skilled and meticulous. In fact, he is a better fit than me." Luo Hao gave Zhuang Yan a very high evaluation.

For a moment, even Zhuang Yongqiang didn't know whether Luo Hao was bragging about his business with him.

But Zhuang Yongqiang felt sweet inside when he heard Luo Hao's words, which were full of emotional value.

Moreover, Luo Hao "threw" the patient poisoned by paraquat into the ICU and asked Zhuang Yan to take care of it, which also showed his trust in Zhuang Yan through his actions.

This is not just empty talk that provides emotional value.

Luo Hao also changed his clothes and walked out of the ICU with Zhuang Yongqiang.

"Xiao Luo, you are too busy." Zhuang Yongqiang said with a smile.

"It's OK, mainly because of the great medical team. Even if I'm made of iron, I can only hit a few nails. With Chen Yong, Lao Meng, Xiao Zhuang, and now Professor Fan and Professor Jason, I rarely worry about the medical team."

Strong soldiers and strong horses!

This thought popped up in Zhuang Yongqiang's mind.

In less than a year, Luo Hao went from being unfamiliar with the provincial capital to making connections from top to bottom.

This young man is really strong.

From the boss of Jiangbei Province to his own daughter, it seems that everyone is talking about the merits of Professor Xiao Luo.

Alas, people really cannot be compared, Zhuang Yongqiang sighed in his heart.

"Dean Zhuang, I'm asking something I shouldn't be asking." Luo Hao said in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"Is there a problem on your side?"

"What do you care about, little brat?" Zhuang Yongqiang laughed. "I know you have great connections in the capital, but you haven't been elected as an academician yet. When you are elected, I will stand in the snow outside your house if I get into trouble."

Luo Hao also smiled and did not continue the topic.

After sending Zhuang Yongqiang away, Luo Hao let out a long sigh, sat down on the steps in front of the hospital, took out his mobile phone, opened the app, and started smoking cyber cigarettes.

"Luo Hao, that crane won't die, will it?"

(End of this chapter)