Chapter 2519: with translation of chapter title

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Su Yun glanced at him, asked, "Lao Gao, what patient is being consulted?"

"Heart trauma, cardiac tamponade, by the time they arrived at the Hospital it was already 14-16 Minute." Gao Shaojie said simply.

As soon as the topic came up, everyone in the room except Lin Yuan knew what Gao Shaojie wanted to say.

This is a medical paradox.

The patient was given full resuscitation, could recover basic vital signs, but due to prolonged hypoxia, brain death would definitely occur, after which they would become a vegetative state.

There are many definitions of success: breathing, heartbeat, ability to eat, urination and defecation, but no thought. Does this count as living?

As for the patients Gao Shaojie mentioned, is there any need to rescue them? For this question, every doctor has their own answer.

Many doctors will spare no expense to resuscitate, while many others, knowing the heart has stopped for so long, will perform a perfunctory resuscitation, giving the family psychological comfort, and finally declare clinical death.

Many patients' families will refuse further treatment, while many others will meticulously care for the patient until a severe lung infection develops, until death.

Whether to let go or not, how to judge and act, can only be based on the mindset and judgment of the attending doctor and the patient's family at that time.

"The patient was finally resuscitated, but brain dead. The family cannot accept the vegetative state; the parents are old, and there is an older brother working in the south who has already settled there." Gao Shaojie cautiously tried to persuade Zheng Lao Ban from the side, he did not state the outcome, but introduced the patient's family situation.

Zheng Ren understood what Gao Shaojie wanted to say.

He shook his head, took the film bag from Su Yun's hand, and arranged the films in the order Wen Xiaonuan had laid them out.

Seeing Zheng Lao Ban's expression and actions, Gao Shaojie relaxed.

Actually this is a very basic judgment; he just feared Zheng Lao Ban would become overconfident and reckless, wanting to perform such a difficult Shou Bing.

Still That Saying, if it were usual it would be fine. But now is the Nobel Prize evaluation period; at the very least this year we should try to spend it in peace and quiet.

In the future, the vast sky and sea await Zheng Lao Ban to stretch his muscles. Really can't do it? For others, yes, but for Zheng Lao Ban it's not necessarily so; at least Gao Shaojie thinks so.

"Teacher Gao, what happened next?" Lin Yuan asked curiously.

Speaking of professional quality, Lin Yuan almost crushes the resident doctors, for example Gu Xiao Ran. But when it comes to clinical experience, Lin Yuan belongs to those who are extremely lacking.

"Later, facing the vegetative state situation, the patient's parents initially could barely accept it. A few months later, they sued the attending physician." Gao Shaojie said: "They claimed the rescue was not timely, turning the child into what they are now."

Lin Yuan has been back for several months; she knows the situation at home is completely different from that at Harvard. This outcome is also reasonable, with nothing to question.

"Let's not talk about this, let's go out to eat in the Evening." Zheng Ren finished organizing Xiao Shitou's materials, then patted the stack of materials several tens of centimeters thick and said.

"How rare, you, sir, actually want to go out to eat." Su Yun asked: "What would you like to eat?"

"Whatever." Zheng Ren did not, as Su Yun expected, find someone to throw away the materials; looking at him, it seemed he wanted to preserve the materials.

"Knock knock knock~" At that moment, a knocking sound rang out.

"Zheng Lao Ban is here, help me look at the images." Feng Jianguo's voice came through.

"Feng Bro, what wind blew you here?" Su Yun asked with a chuckle.

"Someone from my hometown came to see me for an illness, but they didn't understand; I didn't come to see Zheng Lao Ban for a quick look." Feng Jianguo said.

As he spoke, he walked in and saw the documents piled several tens of centimeters thick on the desk, and exclaimed: "The patient's family is thoughtful, keeping so many documents—must have taken over a decade."

"A little over half a year." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Feng Jianguo realized something and immediately stopped the topic.

"Wait a moment, Feng Bro, I..." Zheng Ren looked at the documents, a bit worried.

A pile of documents as big as a small mountain certainly can't be left in the doctor's office; whoever casually picks them up to glance at and then doesn't put them back will lose the documents.

It's just like how a doctor's ballpoint pens can be lost anywhere; one day there are four or five in the White Coat pocket, the next day none at all.

"Boss, nobody wants this at home anymore, why are you still keeping this junk?" Su Yun said unhappily.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren remained noncommittal; he simply didn't want to cause an argument over this. He was lost in thought, and after a few seconds took out his phone and dialed.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with disdain.

"Cui Lao, how have you been feeling lately?"

"Please don't say that; I'm still waiting for you to go to work and accompany you on your rounds."

"I have a bit of data here, nowhere to put it..."

"Alright, then I'll contact Zhou Litao."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone, and a storm seemed to be brewing between his brows.

"How is Cui Lao?" Su Yun asked concernedly.

During this period, the two of them went to see Cui Lao once more; the old man's body grew weaker, but he stubbornly refused to collapse.

In Cui Lao's own words, he wanted to see young Zheng standing on the Nobel Prize podium delivering a speech. This, too, is a lifelong wish; it's just unknown whether there will be an opportunity to fulfill it.

"From what I hear, his thinking still has some clarity." Zheng Ren said, "Find some time to go see Cui Lao again."

"Um... Lin Yuan, Little Ran, find a cart to help me stack the materials." Zheng Ren assigned the little errand runner to do odd jobs, then asked Feng Jianguo: "Feng Bro, what patient?"

"A 24-year-old male patient; looking at the images, I feel..." Feng Jianguo said, somewhat hesitant.

It seems there's something unspeakable that he can't bring himself to say.

"What on earth is it, Feng Bro? Why are you still stammering like that?" Su Yun said with disdain.

"Sigh, maybe I misread it; Zheng Lao Ban and Doctor Su, help me take a look."

Feng Jianguo flipped through the image sleeve, found the earliest and latest two images, and placed them on the viewer. His expression was somewhat puzzled, as uncomfortable as constipation.

Su Yun leaned in, stood beside Zheng Ren, glanced at the image, and immediately exclaimed in astonishment: "This is... pregnant?"

"Exactly!" After hearing Su Yun's words, Feng Jianguo clapped his hands and said excitedly: "I said it looked like pregnancy because it's a man, and the images differ by over eight years front to back, so I didn't dare think further."

Man... pregnancy... eight years...

Lin Yuan, who was tidying up, happened to hear that, and immediately came over to look at the images as well.

In the abdominal cavity, near the lower edge of the liver and the right kidney, a curled-up fetal-shaped image appeared before her eyes.