Chapter 1397: with translation of chapter title

"Boss, Fugui'er has urged several times." Su Yun called Zheng Ren from behind.

"You go first, look at the Agreement matter." Zheng Ren said: "I'll look at this film again."

"What's there to see? Aside from mild cerebral hypoperfusion and brain atrophy, there's nothing else wrong." Su Yun sneered.

"But I always feel something's off." Zheng Ren sighed and said: "It's just a feeling, I can't explain it."

"Boss, can you be a bit reasonable? Nobody's pointing at you to see a doctor." Su Yun said disdainfully.

So-called consultation, where problems can be seen at a glance, only occurs when a higher-level hospital accepts a request from a lower-level one and overwhelms it technically.

Xianggang Harmony Nurture Hospital is renowned, a hospital for the wealthy with exceptionally high standards.

Not only does Harmony Nurture Hospital have deep expertise in treating ordinary diseases, but also in cutting-edge technology. For example, while the mainland was still exploring Da Vinci robotic surgery, Harmony Nurture Hospital had already begun using the Da Vinci robotic arm.

However, although Zheng Ren knew their intention, he didn't care.

All he faced was a patient, possibly with a common or rare disease—nothing more.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren shook his head, "Su Yun, ask that side whether the patient can fly over; I need to conduct a physical exam."

"Probably not, any diagnosis?" Su Yun asked.

"I lean toward the possibility of acute onset hypersomnia, suspecting it's due to cerebral hypoperfusion, requiring relevant physical examination. If confirmed, surgery would be needed." Zheng Ren said confidently.

Su Yun didn't doubt Zheng Ren's words, but neither did she fully believe them.

It's just a preliminary impression from first looking at the data; specifics still need to be discussed. Moreover, most patients from Xianggang go to top-tier hospitals like Mayo Clinic for treatment; flying to Di Du is unlikely.

"If surgery were possible, I wonder how much the fee would be." Su Yun was curious about this: "Back when the Macau gambling king fractured his bone, he had surgery at Harmony Nurture, and it's said the red envelope given to the lead surgeon was a hundred million Hong Kong dollars."

"Cut the nonsense, go find Mei Ha'er." Zheng Ren had no attachment; the condition was merely rare, unrelated to money.

If it were purely for money, Zheng Ren now has plenty of ways to earn.

He closed his laptop, had Su Yun contact Shi Huai-ru, and went to the special needs ward.

Zheng Ren didn't go to Mei Ha'er first; instead, he first went to see Chu Huainan, agreed on surgery for tomorrow, offered a couple of words of comfort, and then went to find Mei Ha'er.

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Xianggang, Harmony Nurture Hospital.

This is a high-end hospital, completely different from public hospitals.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor conference room, the Happy Valley Happy Valley is fully in view, the scenery is beautiful, the landscape like a painting.

Yet those qualified to sit here have grown tired of such scenery; no one cares how beautiful it is.

All the doctors in the conference room focused entirely on discussing the condition; this was already the tenth discussion.

The image of the cranial 3D CT scan appeared on the large screen; a doctor in his fifties, wearing a snow-white lab coat, was speaking at length.

His speech was neither fast nor slow, exuding steadiness and confidence.

After a few minutes of exposition, combining thyroid hormone levels, neuropsychological tests, EEG, Cerebrospinal Fluid Examination, and imaging studies, he finally reached a conclusion.

"From the 3D imaging, there are many amyloid‑like plaque deposits around the neurons and some fibrous tangles inside them. This is typical of Alzheimer's disease; in sum, I think there's no need for further discussion."

"Doctor Huo, I think what you said is debatable." Another doctor sitting in a chair said: "The patient previously showed no corresponding symptoms such as memory decline; only three months ago did he start to be sleepy. I think this point cannot be explained by Alzheimer's disease."

"The Li Chuan team's research on Alzheimer's disease has passed the animal experiment stage and has already consulted with the patient's medical team; as for the decision, it lies with the patient, not us." Doctor Huo did not answer the opposite side's question, but continued talking to himself.

"This is extremely irresponsible!" The doctor opposite felt somewhat helpless, but his temper was clearly good; moreover, he was only speculating and could not overturn Doctor Huo's diagnosis, so he could only say helplessly.

"No!" Doctor Li shook his finger and said: "Regarding the diagnosis of acute onset hypersomnia, it is indeed extremely irresponsible. However, for Alzheimer's disease, they have already received consultation responses from the Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins Hospital, and they also considered the same diagnosis."

The doctor opposite didn't know about this, so he could only remain silent.

Experts worldwide have ruled out acute onset hypersomnia; I truly don't know what you're insisting on. Doctor Wang, although Mr. Russell said that finding pleasure in wasting time doesn't count as wasting time,

but this pleasure is merely based on some peculiar fetish of yours, and I cannot derive any pleasure from it.

Doctor Wang sighed; he was merely a doctor employed by Harmony Nurture Hospital, not based in Xianggang, so many matters had nothing to do with him.

Flying from Jianda to Xianggang took a long time and was tiring. But the payment here was enough for him to overlook that fatigue and participate in the consultation energetically.

Having come, he ought to state his opinion; as for whether his diagnosis will be chosen here, that's none of his concern.

"If there are no objections, I will advise Qin Lu's medical team to invite the Li Chuan team to administer light therapy to Qin Lu." Doctor Li said.

The Li Chuan team's light therapy, using a method of light regulation, activates certain neurons in diseased mice, to combat Alzheimer's disease.

However, this treatment is still at the animal experiment stage and has not yet entered clinical human trials.

Nevertheless, this is widely recognized as an effective approach, and many are optimistic about the Li Chuan team's research.

Moreover, Qin Lu is already in the late stages of his illness, his condition deteriorating rapidly. Without a treatment plan, he likely has only one or two months left to live.

Doctor Wang thought it over, shook his head in silence, but did not object.

Because he had studied Qin Lu's medical record at the Mengte li'er Neurological Centre in Jianda, he also had no way to prove or resolve his own judgment.

More than ten world-renowned experts and professors in neurology stood up, acquaintances whispering to each other, preparing to leave.

A doctor unconsciously opened the computer and suddenly said: "Everyone, please wait a moment!"

"Huh?" The doctors stopped and looked at him.

"There's a new email, from the 912 Hospital."

"912, that big public hospital on the mainland?" Doctor Huo's face was full of mockery, "All their doctors have had their energy drained by the flood of patients. If it were an ordinary illness, perhaps the opinion of 912 Hospital would be useful. But for Alzheimer's disease, you actually want to listen to 912 Hospital's advice?"