Chapter 595: A

Although the Camera Crew was very anxious, they suppressed their curiosity and did not follow Lin Jiuze into the patient's room. They stayed far away outside the door, acting like thieves; although they wanted to record spectacular footage, they still kept to their bottom line.

Because they were worried about causing Lin Jiuze displeasure, they kept a great distance, and the camera lens shook back and forth in the narrow gap, switching between Lin Jiuze and the surrounding Family Member.

"Is the Camera Crew sick?" Liu Zhuren cursed when he saw this. "Couldn't they find a cameraman without Parkinson's?"

Bai Chuzhang did not speak; his eyes narrowed.

"Lao Bai, what are you looking at?" Liu Zhuren asked curiously.

Bai Chuzhang picked up his handbag and took out a notebook and a ballpoint pen. Throughout the process, Bai Chuzhang's eyes did not leave the screen.

"Director Bai, you..."

"Shh~" Liu Zhuren pulled back the Peiyang boss Ding Xiang, signaling him not to speak.

Bai Chuzhang held the pen in his hand, his eyes watching Lin Jiuze's gestures, and then he wrote something in the notebook.

Liu Zhuren leaned in and saw that what Bai Chuzhang had written down first was—Alteplase for Injection, rt-PA.

This is a recombinant tissue-type plasminogen activator; unlike the Urokinase commonly used in Clinical practice, it is used for Thrombolysis, and the effect is much better.

Lin Jiuze looked up; he did not communicate with the Patient, then lowered his head and wrote something on the paper again.

Liu Zhuren was full of question marks.

Subsequently, Bai Chuzhang's pen moved along with Lin Jiuze's pen, transcending time and space, as if they were one.

The treatment plan that fell onto the paper was more detailed, containing not only Alteplase for Injection but also the usage, dosage, and other related drugs.

After writing, Lin Jiuze looked up.

In the camera, he seemed to have encountered a difficulty; he hesitated for 3 seconds, then lowered his head again.

This time, the treatment plan written was Surgical Embolectomy. Lin Jiuze wrote faster and faster, and Bai Chuzhang barely kept up; sweat soon appeared on his graying temples.

Liu Zhuren focused his attention and saw that in less than ten seconds, a fragmented surgical record appeared in the notebook.

After writing, Lin Jiuze looked up at the Patient, and Bai Chuzhang took the opportunity to rest for a few seconds.

"The recording is incomplete; there are edits in the middle," Bai Chuzhang said, looking exceptionally exhausted.

Ding Xiang was startled, and he immediately remembered that not long ago, he was watching the new episode of Case Detective Conan, and after Bai Chuzhang walked in, he had said who the murderer was.

That incident had truly surprised Ding Xiang for a long time.

Although he had long been accustomed to Bai Chuzhang's various miracles, he was still amazed by it.

But today, Bai Chuzhang did not look relaxed at all as he had before; he had to give his all just to barely manage it. However, this already exceeded Ding Laoban's cognitive limits; he opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Bai Chuzhang, not knowing how to offer praise.

"Lao Bai, what is he doing?" Liu Zhuren asked suspiciously.

Bai Chuzhang did not speak, but instead stared at the screen while exercising his wrists.

In reality, Lin Jiuze would not be that fast, but the program had been edited, so the pressure Bai Chuzhang was under was immense.

A few seconds later, Lin Jiuze moved again.

However, the words Bai Chuzhang wrote were very chaotic, containing both Chinese and English, and even Liu Zhuren could not tell for a moment what this Doctor from Massachusetts General Hospital was actually writing.

Soon, Lin Jiuze walked out of the patient's room with a solemn expression; he hadn't even said a single word to the Patient or the Family Member.

This segment of content was very short and very inexplicable, and there was no guest in the Review Room to provide an explanation.

If viewed from the perspective of an ordinary audience member, one would think that Lin Jiuze was earnestly inquiring about the medical history.

Even from the perspective of a medical practitioner, if one didn't watch the variety show carefully, one wouldn't notice that Lin Jiuze hadn't said a single word.

Only a monster-like person such as Bai Chuzhang would notice the details.

Seeing Lin Jiuze leave, Bai Chuzhang took a deep breath; it was obvious that the short process just now had consumed a great deal of physical strength.

He then picked up the paper and interpreted it bit by bit.

"This is Lin Jiuze's treatment plan," Bai Chuzhang said.

"Just this? Bringing a treatment plan to see a patient, and then what?" Liu Zhuren looked bewildered.

"The first thing used was Thrombolysis," Bai Chuzhang pointed to the first paragraph, "the effect was not good."

"Then it was Hybrid Surgery, using intervention to determine the location of the embolus, and performing a Surgical Embolectomy under the observation of the intervention."

"And then?" Liu Zhuren was still bewildered.

Bai Chuzhang didn't know the "and then" either; he had just seen Lin Jiuze look up after finishing writing, and then lower his head again to write a treatment plan.

"Surgical Operation doesn't seem to work either; Lin Jiuze didn't think it was good. The third treatment plan was Catheter-directed Thrombolysis, and the dosage of medicine given was very large," Bai Chuzhang said, "but it still didn't seem to work."

"The last treatment plan was Thrombectomy; this one is the simplest."

"Lao Bai, is that how they see patients at Massachusetts General Hospital?" Liu Zhuren asked in confusion.

If it weren't for the fact that he already knew Lin Jiuze was about to have his own medical team at Massachusetts General Hospital, anyone would think this guy was the most unreliable Doctor in Clinical practice; he didn't even understand the most basic medical history taking, and only knew how to scribble Differential Diagnosis and treatment plans on paper.

Bai Chuzhang's gaze was somewhat unfocused; he seemed to be searching through the dust of his memories.

His brain's CPU was roaring; he was oblivious to who appeared next on the variety show or what they did.

A dozen seconds later, Bai Chuzhang frowned and said, "Do you have any impression of the old Director of Medical Affairs from our hospital in the eighties?"

"I do. When I first came to the hospital, I heard people say that he was a god-like man," Liu Zhuren said. "No matter who it was, they spoke of Han Chuzhang with full admiration."

"Han Chuzhang? Who is that?" Ding Xiang asked.

"At that time, someone came to the hospital to collect protection money."

"Damn!" Ding Xiang cursed, "Was it that chaotic back then?"

"!!!"

"That was all in the past; it was too chaotic back then. The reason our Second Affiliated Hospital could sit in second place and look toward the first is because Lao Han Chuzhang solved countless problems back then. Those things were not just some Medical Disturbance; compared to the problems Lao Han Chuzhang solved, Medical Disturbance was a joke."

As he spoke, Liu Zhuren pressed, "Lao Bai, what happened to Lao Han Chuzhang?"

"When I first went to the administration, Lao Han Chuzhang was seriously ill. I respected the Old Man, so I requested an extra bed in the hallway of the high-ranking cadre ward to be on call at any time."

"When Lao Han Chuzhang was first admitted, an Old Man wearing a Chinese-style jacket with a front-button closure arrived, looking ethereal. He took one look, didn't even take a pulse, and said there were 3 days of lifespan left."

"Lao Bai, that is feudal superstition."

(End of chapter)