Chapter 836: Medical Academic Genius Chapter 833: The Research Group Is No Longer Short of Money!

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

After Fang Ziye finished assisting with the physical examination, he reported the examination results in a very formal manner.

Deng Yong nodded repeatedly on his side, while Doctor Qiao Fei at the Outpatient Clinic immediately recorded Fang Ziye's reported examination results word for word into the Outpatient Medical Record in a proper, rule-abiding manner.

After Fang Ziye finished speaking, Deng Yong explained the treatment to the patient with a smile-not-smile expression: "You must also be very clear about this situation. Trauma-induced spinal cord injury, with partial spinal cord function in a 'closed' state."

"However, compared to some spinal cord injury patients, your situation is a bit better. At least you have no problem relieving yourself on your own. It's just that the muscles below the knee joint have lost nerve control."

Fang Ziye entered in the capacity of Deng Yong's student, and looked young, so the patient and family members detected no sense of incongruity at all.

"That's right, Professor Deng. My father, he can squat in the toilet and relieve himself on his own without issue, and he can stand up using his hands for support without much problem either."

"It's just that walking is very unstable. We've seen many hospitals, and they all said this is the best possible outcome."

"We've also met other patient friends. Friends with conditions similar to my father's even envied him."

"Originally we heard Professor Fang could handle this kind of spinal cord injury. We barely managed to get an appointment, but then heard Professor Fang had temporarily stopped seeing patients……"

"Professor Deng, look, in this situation, can it still be treated?" The patient's son asked in a very soft tone.

Deng Yong glanced in Fang Ziye's direction. Seeing Fang Ziye lightly nod after carefully examining the MRI films, he then said: "There should be an opportunity, but we can only say there's an opportunity."

"Currently, our hospital's understanding of spinal cord injuries also has certain blind spots."

"Many patients, after undergoing standard surgery, can achieve good therapeutic effects. But there are also a minority who, after the same standard surgery, have no functional improvement at all."

"So I can only tell you there's an opportunity."

The patient and family members' expressions changed: "Professor Deng, this surgery can still fail?"

Deng Yong nodded: "Mhm, that's how it is!"

"As long as it's a surgery, there's a possibility of failure. Surgery is not a playing-house joke."

"Even the smallest surgery may carry relatively extreme risks."

"So you family members need to consider this clearly yourselves."

"Right now, your father's situation is: muscle strength below the knee joint has disappeared, but the muscle strength above is only weakened, and functions like relieving oneself are all intact."

"Actually, this already counts as a relatively good situation among spinal cord injury disease types."

"Many other patients seek treatment with the goal of just recovering to the state your father is in." Deng Yong made the situation clear.

"Why not, let's not look into it then? What if it fails……" The old man wasn't that old, only around sixty. Hearing Deng Yong's words, he was quite fearful.

But the son who brought him didn't think so: "Professor Deng, can you tell me, after surgery, roughly how many patients have less-than-ideal therapeutic effects?"

Hearing this, Deng Yong thought seriously for a moment: "In our ward, we've treated one or two hundred spinal cord injury patients so far."

"There are about seven or eight patients whose postoperative therapeutic effects are not optimistic."

"The ratio is roughly like that."

The young man blinked, calculating: "Four percent… four percent isn't high, but isn't low either."

"What does 'therapeutic effect not optimistic' mean?" The young man's eyes also held some fear.

In ordinary people's view, surgical failure might just mean "death"!

"Mhm, it means no treatment effect, or a relatively poor effect." Deng Yong emphasized.

"Ah? Not 'gone' ah?" The young man asked.

Deng Yong shook his head like a rattle: "That's not it!"

"Spinal cord injury belongs to elective disease types. Not doing surgery may not pose life danger. If doing surgery had a four percent mortality rate, it would have been halted long ago."

"What I mean is, it might just end up spending money but getting nothing in return."

This is an established fact. Deng Yong also cannot guarantee whose therapeutic effect will be good.

Fang Ziye and the others are also slowly conducting statistical analysis on patients with ineffective treatment, to see if they can summarize the special situations of this portion of patients, forming 'surgical contraindications' or non-surgical indications.

"Dad, it's not that situation. It's just no effect."

"I think we can give it a shot. I also tend towards doing a surgery. Of course, mainly it depends on your wishes."

"It's just spending some money, right?"

"Of course, after surgery you might still have to suffer a bit. But what if it's effective?"

"You could still go fishing, take a stroll, things like that. How nice would that be." The young man did psychological preparation for his own father.

The old man was still hesitating: "But? What if?"

Spending tens of thousands for nothing to buy an opportunity. Even with a ninety-plus percent probability, in the old man's consumption view, it wasn't worth it.

"Dad, there aren't that many 'what ifs'. Even if there's no effect, at least we tried. You and I can both have peace of mind."

"Right now Professor Deng didn't say the post-surgery result is especially terrible. That at least proves the worst result is nothing more than no special change."

"But if there is an effect, that would be great."

"But there's one thing I must make clear to you. I absolutely am not thinking of gambling because I dislike you being troublesome. I just truly want you to be well."

"Many times watching you in a daze, I feel heartache too."

"You've toiled for so many years. Now your son's career has finally improved a bit, yet you……?" The young man's voice was low as he explained.

The old man looked at his son, struggled for a while, then slowly nodded.

Deng Yong said: "No rush. Even if there's no struggle, you can't be hospitalized right now. Let me check?"

"Booking hospitalization now, you'd have to wait until after the Spring Festival."

"You guys, if you want hospitalization, get an Admission Certificate first, then go back properly to celebrate the New Year… there's no rushing it…"

"After the New Year? What lunar month is it now?" The young man was stunned.

"June twelfth, should be twelfth, we came to Han City on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month." The old man remembered the lunar calendar clearly.

"Why does it take this long? Deng Professor." The youth felt a bit pained.

"There are many people coming to schedule surgery, you go take a look outside."

"Spinal cord injury patients coming to our clinic, besides the days when Fang Professor sits in the outpatient clinic, other times also have people coming, out of every twenty inpatients, there are also ten."

"From May until now, we have issued at least seven or eight hundred admission certificates."

"Issuing admission certificates is easy but treatment is hard, at most three surgeries a day, at the absolute limit four."

"You do the math, eight hundred plus people need over two hundred days, currently besides Fang Professor, other teams cannot solve it..."

"Can't Fang Professor do a few more a day?" The youth muttered incessantly.

Deng Yong said: "Doing surgery isn't like going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, if you have money you buy more, if you have no money you buy less."

"Surgical quality is the first priority."

"That, let's see if we should issue you an admission certificate?" Deng Yong asked further, grasping control of the outpatient clinic main battlefield.

"Issue it, Deng Professor, there's no way!" The youth nodded.

After Deng Yong finished writing quickly, he handed over the admission certificate.

Qiao Fei very actively sent the patient and family member out the door, and also blocked the patients outside at the doorway.