Chapter 2943: 2743 Doctor Zheng's Illegitimate Son (Alliance Leader Deng Chaohong's Bonus Chapter 5)

Zheng Ren opened his eyes again, seeing Johannes Mandi shouting into the phone. Only Mandi's figure was somewhat blurry, still double.

After a few seconds, the two figures slowly merged together, then it improved a bit.

"I'm awake, I'm fine." Zheng Ren said softly.

As soon as he spoke, it felt like small knives were wildly stirring inside his head, a paste-like mess, unbearable.

Zheng Ren suddenly realized he was still alive!

He was actually alive… At the moment he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the formed treatment for bronchial mucus overflow related to lung adenocarcinoma; the massive data seemed to burst his brain, and then he fainted outright.

Being alive is good; Zheng Ren was about to recall the treatment for bronchial mucus overflow related to lung adenocarcinoma when countless gold stars flashed before his eyes, as if an invisible hammer struck him again, nearly making him faint once more.

"Zheng! Are you okay?" Mandi shouted, saying, "I told Ke Li the Elder about your situation."

"I'm fine." Zheng Ren felt feeble, not daring to speak loudly.

"Good heavens, seeing your changes… Zheng, I think you need to rest." Mandi said repeatedly.

Surely he needed rest; Zheng Ren touched himself with his hand, discovering he was lying on the ground, probably from when he just fell.

He still couldn't rest; Zheng Ren worried that if he slept to replenish his energy, he might sleep straight for 24–48 hours.

It didn't matter to him; as long as he wasn't drained into a husk, his energy value could slowly recover. As for any aftereffects, that wasn't something to think about now.

But Xiao Shitou couldn't.

"Don't move yet." Zheng Ren said softly.

Mandi startled for a moment, but didn't dare to defy a doctor's "medical order."

Overcoming dizziness, overcoming the countless paste-like mess in his mind, overcoming various discomforts from exhausted mental power, Zheng Ren strove to recall everything he had just seen with the "True Eye."

After several minutes, Zheng Ren regretfully discovered he had only come into contact with the symptomatic treatment for bronchial mucus overflow related to lung adenocarcinoma; as for how to cure the rest… he had no impression at all.

His energy value was exhausted, he fainted; that part of the truth he hadn't seen. The situation was damn frustrating, he'd paid a huge price without getting the corresponding benefit. But now he didn't even have the strength to curse, whispering: "Mr. Mandi."

Johannes Mandi immediately came over, concerned, asking, "Zheng."

"Octreotide, 25 mg/h, via micro pump intravenous injection." Zheng Ren said softly.

Mandi looked dubiously at Zheng Ren, "Octreotide? That seems like a drug used in gastroenterology; why give it to a lung cancer patient?"

"Zheng, I think what you need now is rest." Johannes Mandi said anxiously, "Your patient's condition is better than yours; wait until you recover, then we'll talk."

"No, I have no problem right now. Octreotide, give the drug, immediately!" Zheng Ren summoned all his strength to say that, then his head felt like it was being twisted by a knife, and he barely avoided fainting again.

"……" Johannes Mandi was speechless.

It is an artificially synthesized octapeptide derivative of natural somatostatin, its pharmacological action similar to somatostatin but with a longer duration.

This drug has multiple physiological activities, such as inhibiting growth hormone and stimulating thyroid-stimulating hormone; it suppresses the secretion of gastric acid, pancreatic enzymes, glucagon, and insulin.

Moreover, it can reduce gastric motility and gallbladder emptying, inhibit the secretion of cholecystokinin–pancreatic enzyme, decrease pancreatic secretion, and directly protect pancreatic acinar cell membranes.

Clinically, octreotide is used for acromegaly, to prevent postoperative pancreatic complications, and to alleviate symptoms and signs related to gastrointestinal neuroendocrine tumors.

Its most important use is treating acute pancreatitis, but now there is a 16-peptide drug, so octreotide is not the first choice.

Because Zheng Ren insisted, Bota Hospital and Johannes Mandi, whether out of respect for the doctor or for their own lives, could not refuse.

Mandi had someone send Zheng Ren to rest; Zheng Ren repeated his previous words, then fell into a deep sleep.

Octreotide, administered via micro pump at 25 mg/h—this treatment is really too simple.

It must be Doctor Zheng's attempt to prevent the patient from losing a large amount of bodily fluids, thereby avoiding concurrent digestive system disorders, Johannes Mandi guessed randomly.

"Mr. Mandi, this medical order is outright nonsense," said an invited diagnostic specialist.

"Doctor Karl, the patient belongs to Zheng; he has the right to carry out whatever he wants." Johannes Mandi didn't care whether the order was correct; he needed to care about Zheng Ren's satisfaction and Christian's satisfaction.

Being accountable to the sponsor is all Johannes Mandi needs to do, whether it's drug research or anything else.

And how important this Doctor Zheng before him is to the sponsor goes without saying.

Lao Luo Qie, who hadn't left the ancient fortress for decades, had gone to the capital twice in a year; this time he was abandoned by Zheng in the capital, so he came straight to see the patient.

At one moment, Johannes Mandi even began to suspect that this little patient was Doctor Zheng's illegitimate child.

If it weren't for his own son, who would throw Lao Luo Qie aside, embark on a long-distance flight across the world, and even end up fainting in the ward?

Johannes Mandi knew he seemed to have guessed the truth; he silently prayed that Doctor Zheng must come to no harm, and that little patient must also come to no harm!

If Doctor Zheng's illegitimate son were to die just like that, he might take his anger out on Bota Hospital—no, he would have to review all medical documents again, more meticulously.

In Mandi's view, Doctor Zheng's illegitimate son wouldn't live much longer.

No matter whether Doctor Zheng would end up angry, he still needed to prepare. Thinking this, Johannes Mandi said, "Doctor Karl, you take care of this little patient."

"I suggest……"

"No, we don't need your suggestions now; all treatment will proceed according to Doctor Zheng's orders." Johannes Mandi said firmly.

Afterwards he hurriedly left, first to glance at Doctor Zheng, then bringing people to organize Xiao Shitou's medical records.

Doctor Karl shrugged; what Johannes Mandi had just said was, for him, the simplest way.

"Poor little fellow." Doctor Karl said softly in German.

With countless tubes inserted, using ventilators and other machines to sustain vital signs, Xiao Shitou was nearly ground to powder by the disease.

Ka'er believes this little patient's death is merely a matter of time, treating him is completely worthless. Moreover, Doctor Zheng's use of medicine is extremely unprofessional, just octreotide? It's simply child's play.