Chapter 810 Breaking the Ice

What the hell is the lottery? Zheng Ren was a little puzzled.

But the system is just a big pig's hoof, and it will never explain it in detail. [Reconstruction] That's it, now there's another big lottery. lottery? Is the prize in RMB or Euro? Zheng Ren estimated that the high probability is a passive skill, like the ability of luck and reconstruction.

Back at the Palme d'Or, Chang Yue was sleepy today, so Zheng Ren and Su Yun didn't go upstairs, they went back to wash and sleep.

After sleeping peacefully all night, Zheng Ren was revived on the spot the next morning, full of blood and blue.

Injured at the front, the resulting rib fractures have largely healed. Now there are only occasional symptoms of intercostal neuralgia, and there are no other problems.

Opening his eyes and picking up his phone, Zheng Ren saw Xie Yiren's message.

She got up early, bought breakfast, and asked Zheng Ren and Su Yun to go up to eat after getting up.

Zheng Ren looked at the messages on his phone with a sweet smile on his lips.

The chocolate mousse he ate last night was not as sweet as his smile now.

After breakfast, he rushed to work.

There is nothing wrong today, and the patient will have to wait a few days for the second-stage surgery after the operation. This second-stage operation gave Zheng Ren a headache. If not, the patient could be discharged today, tomorrow.

However, if the retractable stent is not used, postoperative complications will be very troublesome, and hepatic encephalopathy and the like are even more difficult.

The method of safety and security in the world, in the bed turnover rate and the treatment of the disease, finally chose the double stent, and Zheng Ren had no good way.

However, Zheng Ren was not idle, he began to think about the main task - becoming famous all over the world. From the looks of it, Big Pig's Trotter supports his live broadcast of surgery.

Big Lotto, what can I draw? Every treasure box can't open any good things, Zheng Ren is not interested in these.

Hurry up to complete the first stage, and see the final stage as soon as possible to be serious.

Zheng Ren benefited a lot from participating in the mission rewards of the final stage of the Pearl of the Crown.

Arriving at the Intervention Department, Peng Jia stood at the gate with dark circles in the morning and waited for an indefinitely long time.

"Manager Peng, why are you here?" Zheng Ren was a little surprised.

"Boss Zheng, the contract is finalized, please take a look." Although Peng Jia was tired, she was very pleased.

Surgical live broadcast is still a Nobel Prize project, which will undoubtedly bring huge traffic to Xinglin Garden.

Whether it can be brought back to life, whether it will attract the third round or the fourth round of venture capital, is up to him.

"Oh, you should discuss it with Su Yun." Zheng Ren said: "After the lawyer has read it, it is enough for me to take a look at the final contract."

Isn't this kind of hands-off shopkeeper afraid that his subordinates will lie to him? Peng Jia was a little surprised, but he concealed it so well that no one noticed at all.

That sarcastic sissy assistant is not easy to get along with.

He was astute as hell. Although he is a doctor and not an elite in shopping malls, he has an extremely accurate grasp of people's psychology, and he seems to know the price in his heart a long time ago, and he called out the bottom line of the price he can afford.

Peng Jia wanted Zheng Ren to negotiate in person. Boss Zheng looked honest and honest, so he shouldn't be so shrewd.

But Boss Zheng didn't answer at all, and directly dumped everything to Su Yun.

Su Yun said: "Boss, is Corey okay?"

"It's okay, you can go to work." Zheng Ren smiled: "Hurry up and do it, hurry up and operate."

"Okay, when will the next batch of patients be opened?"

"Three to five days, mainly depends on you." Zheng Ren has already shortened the patient's hospital stay as much as possible, but there is no way to erase the most basic time.

Su Yun nodded and left with Peng Jia.

Zheng Ren went to change his clothes with a smile on his face, leaving work early, he didn't notice Professor Zhao's expression at all, and just went to check the room and read books on his own.

Such a day is fine.

Just after checking the room, before Zheng Ren found a sunny corner to sit down and read a book, he heard someone call him.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss Zheng, answer the phone!" said the nurse outside.

"Okay." Zheng Ren picked up the serial phone in the office and said, "Hello, hello."

"Oh, Director Luo, hello, hello."

"Okay, I'll go up now."

After speaking, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Boss, what's the matter?" Professor Rudolf Wagner asked.

"The Department of Gastroenterology said that it accepted a patient with portal hypertension, and asked me to see if it is suitable for surgery." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Professor Rudolf Wagner excitedly gestured a victory gesture.

The ice-breaking journey officially begins.

It is impossible to break through the barrier of 6 hospital beds if it is limited to this group or the interventional department. Facing solid ice, Zheng Ren was struggling.

To break the ice, the directors of other departments need the support.

A move like Director Luo's is exactly what Zheng Ren wants most.

After all, if patients with a large amount of ascites want to see a doctor, at least half... more than half will go to a gastroenterology specialist.

Director Luo's chance of accepting patients is a bit higher than that of interventional clinics.

Zheng Ren tidied up his white clothes and strode out of the intervention department.

When he walked out, Professor Zhao came to the nurse's station and asked, "Who was looking for Boss Zheng just now?"

He smiled and showed no hostility at all.

"It's Director Luo from the Department of Gastroenterology." The nurse replied.

Professor Zhao's heart sank.

Did Boss Xiao Zheng break through so quickly? It seems that I haven't had time to do anything yet.

He concealed his disappointment with a smile, and slowly walked out of the interventional department, preparing for surgery.

The Raptor crosses the river, this is really a Raptor, and it's still a good looking one.

Zheng Ren walked quickly to the Department of Gastroenterology, and with a smile, he knocked on the door of Director Luo's office.

"Please come in." Director Luo's voice came from inside.

"Director Luo, hello." Zheng Ren entered the door, first bowed respectfully, and then said.

"Boss Zheng, please be polite. Sit down." Director Luo signaled Zheng Ren to sit down, and then asked, "The patient from the past few days has been confirmed to be suffering from mitochondrial encephalomyopathy."

"En." Zheng Ren responded softly.

Sure, sure. However, limited to the existing level of molecular pathology and genetics, there is no way to cure it.

It can only be supplemented by drug therapy, exercise therapy, and paying attention to diet. In that patient, Zheng Ren judged that the lack of pyruvate dehydrogenase caused the clinical symptoms. Giving a ketogenic diet (reducing carbohydrates and increasing fat content) could increase the mitochondrial biosynthesis and the transformation of heterogeneity to wild-type mtDNA in the patient.

"Does Boss Zheng have any good suggestions?" Director Luo asked.

Zheng Ren stated his opinion again, and he kept observing Director Luo's expression. Sure enough, what I said was nothing new, and it was obviously similar to the plan given by Director Luo.

Director Luo revealed the matter with a smile, and said: "Yesterday, when I went out to the clinic, I saw a patient with advanced liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension, so I admitted him. Boss Zheng, what examinations do you need before the operation?"

"The new TIPS surgery requires MRI diffusion of the liver to determine the location of the puncture point," Zheng Ren said.

"In the case of nuclear magnetic dispersion..." Director Luo said softly.