Chapter 1907: with translation of chapter title

Zheng Ren heard the angry scolding and quickly walked to the ward door.

The VIP ward was a suite; seeing no one in the outer sitting room, he pushed the door open, poked his head in to glance at Section Chief Mao inside, then turned and left.

Zheng Lao Ban

"Diagnosis is correct." Zheng Ren said: "Director Lin, let's have a hospital-wide consultation tomorrow. Hemolytic cell syndrome plus Sjögren's syndrome—target these two diagnoses together with treatment measures."

"Er…" Lin Ge hadn't yet reacted to what had happened.

"When Section Chief Mao cries, it's just dry sobbing; her lacrimal glands secrete no fluid, not a single tear." Zheng Ren said: "The diagnosis is already quite clear—Sjögren's syndrome."

Lin Ge felt helpless and could only note down the diagnosis. Tomorrow… we'll seek a consultation again.

Although she competed with Section Chief Mao, and she was recuperating at home, for Lin Ge this was the most advantageous situation.

But after all, they were classmates, peers of the same age; a feeling of "when the rabbit dies the fox grieves" spread in his heart.

Zheng Ren hadn't yet walked back to his office when Su Yun trotted up behind him, "Boss, no tears, many caries—I glanced and saw at least eight; it can be judged as rampant caries. Diagnosis of Sjögren's syndrome poses no problem."

King's Hospital

"Zheng Lao Ban, Doctor Su, how did this condition come about?" Lin Ge asked.

"Scolding too much, a sharp tongue caused it." Su Yun spouted nonsense.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said: "The etiology of Sjögren's syndrome is unclear, and there is no definite treatment. mainly we take measures to improve symptoms, control and retard organ damage caused by immune reactions, and prevent secondary infections."

Hemophagocytic Syndrome

A few months ago she was still flourishing, likely to advance another step, yet Section Chief Mao fell ill one after another. Although none of the diseases were fatal, each was extremely troublesome.

Rampant Caries

"Su Yun, how did you determine it was Sjögren's syndrome?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Looking at you like that, you just think of other places. If you don't understand, go to rheumatology and immunology—generally you won't be wrong." Su Yun said complacently.

"Section Chief Mao's condition is a bit troublesome, Director Lin; don't forget tomorrow to call rheumatology and immunology for a consultation." Zheng Ren reminded.

Normothermic Liver Transplant

"If the condition progresses rapidly, immunosuppressive agents such as cyclophosphamide and azathioprine can be used."

Upon hearing those words, Lin Ge immediately thought of organ transplantation.

"If we really use immunosuppressive agents, it'll surely become troublesome; it would be better to treat some relatively easy tumors, and thinking of this, Lin Ge's mood grew gloomy."

"Director Lin, are you sick? Just do your best in everything." Zheng Ren said: "Nobody lives forever."

"Boss, if you don't speak, you won't be disliked." Su Yun said contemptuously: "It's just hemophagocytic syndrome and sicca syndrome; why are you talking about life and death here?"

Zheng Ren let out a long breath.

"Trouble, you two." Lin Ge saw there was nothing else to do, and it was getting late, so he said: "I'll send you home."

"No need, it's not far to walk back." Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Director Lin, how are the preparations for the academic exchange with King's Hospital going?"

Not bad, we are actively contacting a liver source.

"For regular liver transplants, our 912 isn't bad either." Zheng Ren said: "I don't know if they will bring the normothermic liver transplant technique over."

"Don't daydream." Su Yun said: "That's a secret manual; do you even have any sense, actually hoping for the regular liver transplant technique? In my opinion, it would be more practical to wait for the results from Peking University's medical lab."

"Anyway, anyway, let's go back to sleep." Zheng Ren said: "Director Lin, we'll head back first."

Lin Ge saw Zheng Ren and Su Yun off, then stood in the courtyard of 912, dazed for a while.

He then made a phone call, first consulting the director of rheumatology and immunology, asking about the situation. He then got another number and called the doctor of rheumatology and immunology at Xiehe.

After all that hassle, Lin Ge only hung up the phone half an hour later.

Just as Zheng Ren said, sicca syndrome basically has no good solution. Moreover, what Zheng Lao Ban said was relatively mild; the director of rheumatology and immunology at 912 clearly said that this disease could possibly develop into malignant lymphoma, requiring relevant examinations.

This person, between fortune and misfortune in a moment's notice, really has nowhere to argue.

Lin Ge silently left the 912 Hospital, feeling melancholy.

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"Boss, you really jumped from pulmonary hypertension to suspecting a problem?" On the way home, Su Yun nagged, unwilling to be bored.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said: "So young and already having pulmonary hypertension, there must be a problem. Sicca syndrome is still relatively good; if it were another disease, it would be more troublesome."

You say, Section Chief Mao must be having an unlucky year, right?

Who knows, as long as the diagnosis is clear it's fine. But what you said still makes sense; if you don't understand, just go to rheumatology and immunology. Zheng Ren said.

"Of course!" Su Yun laughed heartily: "This is a summary of years of rich clinical experience."

Hope there's no malignant lymphoma. Zheng Ren sighed.

You're just a hypocrite. Su Yun said: Do you still remember how that staffer under her incited patients' families to sue us?

It might not be Section Chief Mao's intention.

What kind of leader leads what kind of troops; if there's no precedent, would subordinates dare to speak like that? To be frank, I especially dislike Section Chief Mao. Su Yun spoke frankly.

Hmm, I don't like her either. Zheng Ren said: But after all, she's a patient; if I don't like her, I just won't see her, but since she came, I should treat her properly.

Tsk tsk, if you were in the Middle Ages, that would be good. Su Yun said out of the blue.

The Middle Ages? Are surgeons all demons?

No. In the Middle Ages, diabetes was still considered a sugar disease; for diagnosis, you had to taste the patient's urine. Su Yun said contemptuously: You really should be sent to the Middle Ages.

Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go back to sleep. This mission wore me out enough. Zheng Ren clasped his hands behind his back, shoulders raised, and his thoracic vertebrae cracked.

Disorder of the small joints of the thoracic vertebrae can lead to various diseases.

That's not how the reasoning goes. Zheng Ren said offhand: As everyone knows, petroleum is transformed from biological corpses, so it's a very environmentally friendly bioenergy. Meanwhile, solar energy comes from nuclear fusion, making it a very dangerous nuclear energy.

Boss, you're good at picking arguments.

Just too lazy to talk.

In the night, the two slowly returned home.