Chapter 2623: with translation of chapter title

2524.2429 Pregnant man

"When I was in Sheng Cheng, the whole hospital had a consultation over a patient." Gao Shaojie saw Su Yun put away the film, thought for a moment, and said from the side.

Su Yun glanced at him, asking: "Lao Gao, what kind of patient was the consultation for?"

Heart injury, pericardial tamponade, by the time the patient was sent to the hospital it had already been 14-16 minutes. 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.

With full resuscitation, the patient could regain basic vital signs, but due to prolonged hypoxia, brain death was certain, after which they would become vegetative.

There are many definitions of success: breathing, heartbeat, being able to eat, having bowel and bladder function, but no consciousness. Does that count as living?

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

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

Many patients' families will refuse further treatment, while many others will meticulously care for the patient until a severe pulmonary infection develops, and 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 physician and the patient's family at that time.

The patient was finally resuscitated, but brain dead. The family cannot accept a vegetative state; the parents are elderly, 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, not stating the outcome but describing 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 felt relieved.

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

Still that saying: normally it would be fine, but now it's Nobel Prize evaluation season, so at the very least this year we should try to stay as quiet as possible.

In the future, the world will be wide open, with plenty of time waiting for Zheng Lao Ban to stretch his muscles. Really can't do it? For others it is, but for Zheng Lao Ban it's not necessarily so—at least that's what Gao Shaojie thinks.

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

Speaking of professional quality, Lin Yuan virtually outshines the resident doctors, for example Gu Xiao Ran. But when it comes to clinical experience, Lin Yuan belongs to the severely lacking type.

"Later on, facing the vegetative state, the patient's parents could initially barely accept it. A few months later they sued the attending physician." Gao Shaojie said: "They claimed the resuscitation 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 Harvard. This outcome is also reasonable, with nothing to question.

"Let's not talk about this; let's go out to eat tonight." Zheng Ren said after organizing Xiao Shitou's materials, patting the stack of documents several tens of centimeters thick.

"How rare, you, sir, are the one who wants 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 the materials away; looking at him, it seemed he wanted to preserve the materials.

"Dong dong dong~" At that moment a knocking sound sounded.

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

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

"Someone from my hometown asked me to look at their illness, I couldn't figure it out, so I didn't come to see Zheng Lao Ban." Feng Jianguo said.

As he spoke, he walked in, saw the stack of documents several tens of centimeters thick on the desk, and sighed: "The patient's family really cared, being able to keep so many materials—must have taken over ten years."

"More than half a year." Zheng Ren said.

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

"Just wait a moment, Feng Brother..." Zheng Ren looked at the materials, a little worried.

A pile of materials like a small mountain definitely cannot be left in the doctor's office; whoever casually picks it up to glance at two pages and then doesn't put it back will lose the materials.

It's just like doctors' ballpoint pens that get lost anytime, anywhere; the day before there were four or five pens in the white coat pocket, the next day there isn't a single one—same principle.

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

"Hmm." Zheng Ren gave a noncommittal response; he simply didn't want to cause an argument over this. After a few seconds of thought he took out his phone and dialed.

Su Yun looked at Zheng Ren with contempt.

"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 rounds."

"I have some materials here, but nowhere to put them..."

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

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone, a faint storm brewing between his brows.

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

During this period the two of them went to see Cui Lao again; the elderly person's body was even weaker, but they stubbornly held on, refusing to collapse.

In Cui Lao's own words, they wanted to see little Zheng standing on the Nobel Prize podium giving a speech. This also counts as a lifelong wish; it's just unknown whether there will be an opportunity to fulfill it.

"From what I hear, the speech is still fairly clear." Zheng Ren said, "Find time to go see Cui Lao again."

"Um... Lin Yuan, Xiao 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 Brother, what patient?"

"A 24-year-old male patient; looking at the films I feel..." Feng Jianguo said, hesitating.

It seems there is something unspeakable, hard to say.

"What on earth is it, Feng Brother? Why are you speaking so hesitantly?" Su Yun said disdainfully.

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

Feng Jianguo rubbed the film bag, found the earliest and latest dated two films, and inserted them into the viewer. His expression was somewhat puzzled, as uncomfortable as constipation.

Su Yun leaned over, stood beside Zheng Ren, glanced at the film, 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, the films differ by over eight years front to back, so I didn't dare think further."

"Man... pregnant... eight years..."

Lin Yuan, who was just tidying up, happened to hear those words, immediately leaned over and looked at the film 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.