Chapter 1465: 1418 Young Doctor from a Public Hospital (Alliance Leader Lan Qiu Lu's Additional Update 1)

The doctors of the Lichuan team did not live at Harmony Nurture Hospital.

For them, there was no certainty that treating Qin Lu had to succeed.

If it succeeded, it would mean gaining the favor of more wealthy people worldwide, which would be the best.

If it failed, they would just conduct more clinical trials.

But Qin Lu's changing condition left them somewhat disappointed.

After the light therapy, the patient's symptoms not only failed to improve, but actually worsened progressively!

There must be some problem; that's inevitable, and it wouldn't be the fault of the light therapy.

At midnight, while he was sleeping deeply, the phone of Lichuan Rongzhijie of the Lichuan team rang wildly.

He sleeps lightly, his sleep quality is poor, and being woken after falling asleep is especially maddening for Lichuan Rongzhijie.

He was extremely angry, grabbed his phone, almost couldn't restrain himself, and flung it straight at the wall.

Suppressing his inner agitation, Lichuan Rongzhijie answered the call.

"Mr. Lichuan, the Qin family has invited other doctors, and they are currently consulting on Mr. Qin." On the other end of the phone was a peripheral member left behind by the Lichuan team.

"Is that Doctor Thomas from Montreal?" Lichuan Rongzhijie said.

He is a renowned professor at a neurosurgical research center ranked among the top three worldwide, and earlier today they had discussed inviting Doctor Thomas to Xianggang for a consultation.

But Lichuan Rongzhijie thought it unnecessary, believing Qin Lu was thoroughly beyond help, beyond what human effort could save.

Even if Doctor Thomas came to Xianggang, he wouldn't offer any constructive suggestions.

"No, Mr. Lichuan, it's a doctor from a public hospital in Di Du… who seems to be under thirty."

"Damn it!" Lichuan Rongzhijie cursed angrily.

This is practically an insult to himself!

What constructive opinion could a young doctor under thirty from a public hospital in Di Du possibly have about Alzheimer's disease?

The light therapy not only had no effect at all; it had proven that the patient's bodily functions had completely collapsed, leaving no value for rescue or further treatment.

If they had invited a leading neurology expert from the Montreal Medical Center, Mayo Clinic, or Hopkins Medical Center for a consultation, Lichuan Rongzhijie could still accept it.

But

Under thirty!

A public hospital doctor!

These two points were like the sharp tip of a syringe, stabbing into Lichuan Rongzhijie's heart.

They caused a faint ache.

He angrily hung up the phone.

But the anger in his heart could not be switched off along with the phone.

Added to his poor sleep and autonomic nervous dysfunction, he could no longer suppress his inner anger, and violently threw his phone at the wall.

The phone traced a beautiful arc as it smashed into the wall.

Just as it was about to make intimate contact with the wall, the phone lit up again, as if another call was coming in.

But 0.23 seconds later, the phone shattered with a crisp collision sound.

Lichuan Rongzhijie didn't bother to check who had called him; the treatment in Xianggang had already failed, and he felt utterly unwell.

Covering his head with a blanket, Lichuan Rongzhijie struggled to calm his anger.

It was just one failure; light therapy still works for Alzheimer's.

Lichuan Rongzhijie earnestly and repeatedly convinced himself not to be discouraged, not to feel lost, not to give up.

A research project is mostly a process of trial and error.

That is the fate of researchers.

When choosing a research project, many interfering factors exist.

Lichuan Rongzhijie believes this is all arranged by fate.

Many researchers expend their entire lives' energy, only to discover they had chosen the wrong direction from the very start……

That kind of suffering, Lichuan Rongzhijie refuses to accept!

Five years ago, following his teacher's advice, Lichuan Rongzhijie chose to research light therapy for Alzheimer's disease.

Blessed by the deities, light therapy achieved a remarkable breakthrough in animal experiments within a few years.

In the global medical field, light therapy became a rising new star.

Lichuan Rongzhijie was full of confidence, preparing to begin Phase I clinical trials.

He didn't want to fail, didn't want his medical team to be disbanded, and didn't want to end up like a scrawny mouse, becoming a test subject for any random medical team.

That won't happen; it definitely won't!

Having enjoyed the spotlight, honor, and blessings, Lichuan Rongzhijie does not want to return to obscurity, where even until his death no one would pay him any heed.

He struggled to calm his emotions, and regarding the matter of a young doctor from a public hospital in Di Du being invited for a consultation, he forgot it completely after his anger subsided.

Just as Doctor Huo thought, a public hospital can handle some basic diseases, but for a global challenge like Alzheimer's, what use could a public hospital doctor have?

A few minutes later, the sound of knocking on the door came through.

"Mr. Lichuan!" the assistant called softly from outside.

"Damn it!" Lichuan Rongzhijie sat up from bed and roared.

He walked barefoot to the door, opened it, intending to vent his anger.

"Mr. Lichuan," at the moment the door opened, the assistant stood straight, bowed his waist, and said softly and respectfully, "Harmony Nurture Hospital and Mr. Qin Tianming have just requested a consultation to decide the next treatment direction."

"What's there to consult about!" Lichuan Rongzhijie felt he could no longer restrain the little beast of inner fury.

"It's Mr. Qin Tianming's request," the assistant said respectfully, "He does not want a doctor from Di Du's public hospital to take over the next treatment."

"Why are they so foolish, to entrust the treatment to a public hospital doctor?"

It is said that he received this year's Nobel Prize nomination.

"Nomination? What category?" Lichuan Rongzhijie exclaimed in shock.

He was thoroughly versed in every category of the biology prize. At the public Hospital in Di Du, it seemed no one had participated in even any of those categories.

"It's TIPS Surgery, an improved TIPS Surgery!"

Lichuan Rongzhijie thought the world was simply too crazy—could a clinical procedure actually receive a Nobel Prize recommendation?

His gaze was sharp as he looked at the assistant.

He had never paid attention to this matter. Because the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine had long ceased to live up to its name.

Actually, it should be called the Nobel Prize in Biology.

Lichuan Rongzhijie was intimately familiar with all the various biology awards competing with him, yet he completely ignored a clinical procedure that would never win a Nobel Prize.

"Mr. Qin Tianming said, even if phototherapy has no effect on patients, we still hope to stop a foolish attempt by a doctor at a public Hospital."

"He said, the treatment fees will be settled soon; if we succeed in stopping it, the fees will increase by 20%."

"Good!" Lichuan Rongzhijie immediately got excited, "Why are you still wearing pajamas! Hurry up and change clothes!"

"Yes, I'll go change clothes now." The assistant replied hastily.

It was merely a treatment proposal put forward by a doctor from a public Hospital in Di Du, really not worth paying attention to.

Any objections? Lichuan Rongzhijie had immense confidence in his professional knowledge.