The rise of nanometers

The sound from the radio rippled in the car.

"Recently, the world's first near-infrared combined gold nanorod treatment equipment has settled in Quancheng Qilu Hospital, which will bring new hope to cancer patients at home and abroad..."

Udon on the side asked curiously: "Team Li, does this equipment belong to our company?"

"It's from a brother company. The project was previously under our company's name." Li Bin closed his eyes and rested.

a long distance away.

Qilu Hospital in Quancheng has dropped significantly in the ranking of hospitals nationwide due to poor management in recent years.

In January this year, during the new round of restructuring, Shennong Group successfully took a stake in Qilu Hospital by leveraging Suiren's influence in Shandong Province.

In fact, Shennong Group has invested in quite a few hospitals. Since its establishment last year, it has been buying and selling across the country, acquiring 17 poorly run public hospitals.

The reason why we invest in so many hospitals is that investing in hospitals can supplement Shennong Group’s comprehensive strength in the medical field.

On the other hand, it has its own hospital to facilitate clinical testing of drugs, as well as medical security for the majority of Suiren employees.

As the core investment area of ​​Suiren Group, there are many Suiren Group employees in Shandong Province, and many employees have reported that medical treatment is not convenient.

It just so happened that Qilu Hospital was deteriorating in recent years. Shennong Group injected capital to acquire 51% of the shares of Qilu Hospital and obtained full management rights.

As a subsidiary hospital, it naturally gives priority as a clinical testing site for new equipment.

Mo Siqian, who came to Quancheng from Shanmei, visited the newly debugged near-infrared light-gold nanorod treatment system with Zhao Huidong, director of Qilu Hospital, and Chang Zhiwen, chief physician of the oncology department.

The equipment is arranged in a studio similar to nuclear magnetic resonance. The entire system consists of a near-infrared laser, a positioning sensor, an adjustable bed, a servo system and a software system.

"Old Zhao, have any patients applied to participate in the test?"

Zhao Huidong took out a document: "Currently, 17 patients have applied to participate in the test, and we have all signed the relevant clinical test contract."

Mo Siqian scrolled through the pages. The 17 patients participating in the clinical trial ranged in age from 27 to 59 years old. The cancers ranged from early, middle and late stages; the types included colon cancer, breast cancer, uterine cancer, lung cancer, liver cancer, stomach cancer and pancreatic cancer. cancer.

"First patient, when will it start?"

Chang Zhiwen, chief physician of the oncology department, flipped through the document: "At three o'clock this afternoon, it was this young man with colon cancer."

"In recent years, the incidence rate of cancer has been trending towards younger people. It is indeed very unfortunate to get colon cancer at the age of 27." Mo Siqian shook his head.

Just when everyone was discussing the clinical testing work.

The fifth floor of the inpatient department.

In the ward, a gentle young man was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The slow electric fan seemed to be an open bloody mouth, ready to suck away his soul.

On one side of the hospital bed was the newlywed wife who was weeping silently.

Both were silent.

On the bedside table, there is a contract under the water glass.

After a while, two old men walked in from outside, their weather-beaten faces full of worry and confusion.

One of the old women touched the young man's cheek with trembling hands: "Jinbang, Mom still has thirty thousand here, and your dad also..."

Feeling the sting on his cheek, it was his mother's ravaged hands. He looked at the hair and unknowingly added a few strands of hair. Tears suddenly blurred Wang Jinbang's eyes. He struggled:

"Mom, keep this money. Dad, don't borrow money. This is my son's life."

Wuwuwu... The old woman howled loudly, and the old man beside her also seemed at a loss. Perhaps he was not good at expressing himself, so he could only wipe his tears silently.

Wang Jinbang's wife cheered up, comforted her parents-in-law, and then sent the two elderly people home to take care of the children on the grounds that she was worried about the children at home.

There was silence in the ward again.

Wang Jinbang, who suddenly looked ashen, took out a file bag from the drawer of the bedside table, and gently held his wife's hand:

"Haishan, this is my suicide note. If I can't survive, just take the wheat and remarry! There is a real estate certificate and 70,000 yuan in the portfolio. The money will be given to my parents and the house will be given to you."

Yang Haishan cursed angrily with tears in her eyes: "You are the one who has been stabbed a thousand times, who will take care of my mother and son if you leave? I won't allow you to leave, you heartless person... wu wu wu..."

Using all his strength, Wang Jinbang hugged his wife tightly, and the hospital gown on his chest was soaked with tears.

Tired of crying, Yang Haishan calmed down and snuggled quietly in Wang Jinbang's arms, with past events emerging in her mind one by one.

The first time they held hands in confusion, they went from a passionate love, to the first quarrel, after a week of cold war.

The two of them appeared again in the small park where they held hands for the first time, under the apricot tree and on both sides of the cast iron bench.

Like a stranger, Wang Jinbang, holding a bouquet of roses, asked shyly: "Hello, are you Yang Haishan? I was introduced by Aunt Zhang. My name is Wang Jinbang, Jinbang named Jinbang..."

Yang Haishan, who was holding the suitcase, took the rose with tears in her eyes. The two of them chatted wordlessly on the cobblestone road in the small park like they were in love for the first time.

The love between Yang Haishan and Wang Jinbang is like the apricot tree, which blooms, bears fruit and withers year after year, as if time is constantly going back.

"How great it would be if time could really come back!"

Wang Jinbang showed a smile of relief: "If time can really go back, I will give you a slap in the face and tell you to get away. Who can tolerate your bad temper and refuse to give you even fifty yuan of pocket money?" A stingy woman.”

Yang Haishan, who rested her head on his chest, spoke calmly and sadly: "This must be what you are saying! If I could do it over again, I would definitely deduct the remaining fifty yuan from you."

"Hahaha……"

Perhaps this was how he felt after looking away. Wang Jinbang became calmer and calmer. He could only choose to believe that this might be the helplessness of life.

The couple cuddled together and talked about their embarrassment back then, as if they were back under the apricot tree again. In the breeze, a few scattered petals imprinted the slight sweetness into the olfactory memory of the genes.

Even the nurse doing rounds couldn't bear to disturb that quiet figure.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The nurse had no choice but to interrupt the two people's mutual love, push the bed to the enhanced CT room, and perform a CT scan on Wang Jinbang to confirm the location of the cancer cells.

Outside the CT room, Yang Haishan was clutching her heart, her heart was like a knife piercing her heart. She looked at the thick door from time to time, and her longing eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick isolation wall.

The moment the door opened, she immediately pounced on it.

The head nurse hurriedly comforted him: "This patient's family, please calm down. The operation starts at three o'clock. Don't be too nervous. This technique is very safe."

Chang Zhiwen, who was holding the medical record, came over and said, "Mr. Wang, send the patient to area C. This is the medication list for the treatment later. Please prepare it by the way."

The head nurse took the medicine order and nodded: "Okay, Director Chang."

"Doctor, what is the success rate of this operation?" Yang Haishan asked worriedly.

Chang Zhiwen raised his glasses: "In the first and second phases of clinical trials, the success rate is very high, and the side effects are relatively small, so you don't have to worry too much."

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