Chapter 490: 482 Gastroenterology Department Consultation

"…" Zheng Ren smiled.

Gao Shaojie felt somewhat restrained, somewhat embarrassed.

He was over forty, afraid of going on stage and being hit with hemostatic forceps by someone.

Such a thing had never happened to Gao Shaojie before.

When Gao Shaojie was in school, he had only seen classmates hit by teachers; he himself had always excelled in both conduct and studies, been dexterous, and never had such an experience.

After all, Gao Shaojie was a top student.

But even a top student has to kneel.

Professor Rudolf Wagner was beaten like a dog in the operating room…

Although Gao Shaojie was modest and conscientious, just thinking about returning to the Medical University Affiliated Hospital, in front of his students and colleagues, being tapped on the radial styloid by a young doctor with hemostatic forceps, making a pap-pap-pap sound, Gao Shaojie suddenly shuddered.

"That was Fugui'er's own request." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "As long as you don't have this special request, I won't use hemostatic forceps."

Gao Shaojie earnestly observed Zheng Ren's expression; seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, he relaxed.

"Moreover, TIPS surgery is different from prostate interventional embolization surgery; the former is a novel, disruptive diagnostic and surgical approach, testing the ability to combine pre-op imaging with intra-op angiography.

while prostate interventional embolization surgery tests more the manual dexterity of the operation."

Saying this, Gao Shaojie suddenly recalled something.

He hesitated a moment, then became firm, saying: "Teacher Zheng, do you know the professor wants to apply for a Nobel Prize for the new diagnostic and surgical method of TIPS surgery?"

"I don't know." Zheng Ren smiled.

"" Gao Shaojie really couldn't see through Zheng Ren.

For such a big matter, it's normal that he doesn't know. But after hearing himself say it, his expression didn't change at all—this is too bizarre.

"I know Fugui'er wants to do something, but it's not really related to him. As for the TIPS surgery's diagnosis and method, if he wants to apply for a Nobel Prize, let him go." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

"You… you aren't worried?" Gao Shaojie didn't believe there existed such a lofty person in the world who regards the Nobel Prize as nothing.

"Are you saying it might not include my name? A joint research achievement of the two of us?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yes." Gao Shaojie replied frankly.

"As for this, I think it's like this." Zheng Ren said: "If Fugui'er doesn't submit it, Su Yun will also have to slowly ponder and write a paper—he's better at that. The paper has already been mailed out; I should be the first author, and the attribution of TIPS surgery's innovation should be considered settled.

In academia there truly are top students whose achievements get snatched. Moreover, applying for a Nobel Prize, waiting ten or twenty years is normal; a new technique, it seems no one has won a Nobel Prize for it in decades.

So Fugui'er likes it, he also has connections, so let him go ahead. This kind of thing is the most energy-consuming; I can't be bothered.

He said little, simply laying out the whole matter clearly.

Gao Shaojie sighed, from publishing the paper, establishing himself as first author, to teaching Fugui'er how to do prostate surgery, then going for the Nobel Prize—this series of events was utterly natural.

Young people, their thoughts are really deep.

"What I care about is not the Nobel Prize. Worldwide, there are 200 million hepatitis B patients, over half of them in China." Zheng Ren ignored Gao Shaojie's sigh and continued: "Hepatitis B cirrhosis has a far higher incidence than cancer. If I alone were to win a Nobel Prize and then promote it nationwide, it would take at least a few years—how many people would die."

Gao Shaojie was startled.

"Fugui'er going ahead with it is the best; I also only thought of this after hearing Su Yun say it these past few days." Zheng Ren smiled, "Teacher Gao, you need to give it your all on your side."

Gao Shaojie quickly nodded.

He knew this was a huge opportunity.

It's not the Nobel Prize; that kind of award, Gao Shaojie has no interest in it at all—it's too far off.

Just speaking of the technical standing and jianghu status of the Provincial City Medical University Affiliated Hospital, being able to get ahead of others by a step—how great the benefit is—just thinking about it makes Gao Shaojie unable to contain his excitement.

"Teacher Zheng, rest assured." Gao Shaojie nodded repeatedly, saying: "I'll rush back to the provincial capital right now, go over the patients again, and absolutely not let any problematic ones rush onto the stage."

Zheng Ren felt that talking with Gao Shaojie was very reassuring.

"If that side is fine, I'll still have to ask you to make a trip." Gao Shaojie felt a bit embarrassed.

Such matters…

There's no expert consultation fee, and Zheng Ren still has to teach himself Nobel Prize–level surgical skills.

Even Gao Shaojie himself felt it was hard to justify.

Grateful to tears.

As they were chatting, Zheng Ren's phone rang.

"Hello, Director Xia."

"Oh, okay, I'll be right over."

After just a couple of sentences, Zheng Ren hung up.

"Teacher Gao, I still have something to attend to here, so I won't keep you. When your side is ready, give me a call; if I'm not tied up, I'll be over soon." Zheng Ren said, then he and Gao Shaojie exchanged phone numbers and left the changing room.

Just after receiving a call from Director Xia of the Department of Gastroenterology, saying they wanted the Emergency Department to come for a consultation.

This matter feels strange—why would the Gastroenterology Department ask the Emergency Department for a consultation over something trivial! And it's not even a TIPS surgery patient.

Director Xia was vague, saying just to meet and talk.

Zheng Ren pondered what might be happening while quickly walking to the Department of Gastroenterology.

Just as he entered the gate, he heard a man's voice coming from the office.

"I asked the provincial experts—this illness needs to go to the pancreatic department outpatient for hospitalization! Gastroenterology just treats the stomach, right? Not this pancreatic disease! Don't bully me for not knowing medicine."

Zheng Ren felt another wave of headache.

Such patient relatives are the hardest to deal with.

Generally speaking, patient relatives who can say such things fall into two categories.

The first type is when the patient's relatives are overly anxious about the patient's condition, rushing to the provincial capital, even to the imperial capital or Modu, to inquire how serious the illness is and how to treat it.

But because the relatives mostly lack medical knowledge, even if they find someone knowledgeable to ask, what they report back is still the opposite of what they need.

When Zheng Ren was a child in the orphanage, he heard the gugdong stories, which basically meant this.

The second type is exactly the opposite; the patient's family does not want to spend money. Especially pancreatitis, although now because of the upgrade of growth inhibitory substance, surgical Shou Bing basically already already no longer needs to be done for acute pancreatitis.

But treating severe acute pancreatitis requires fasting and abstaining from water, requires intravenous high nutrition, and requires pumping in growth inhibitor daily.

The expensive treatment costs are daunting.

Especially for patients' families with average financial conditions, it is even harder to bear this treatment cost.

If we say that mid-to-late stage malignant tumors are a huge pit that can never be filled, then the pit of acute pancreatitis may, in the short term, possibly be even larger than that of malignant tumors.

After all, to come up with at least tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of dollars in a short time, in Dong Bei, many families find it hard to bear.

Zheng Ren walked past the doctors' office and saw a young doctor from the Xiao Hua Nei Ke communicating with the patient's family.

After hearing just a few sentences, Zheng Ren roughly figured it out in his mind.

It was that the patient's family was unwilling to pay, making up various excuses to stall.

Pancreatic disease specialty outpatient inpatient treatment, big brother, are you preparing to stay at the payment office?

Zheng Ren continued forward, directly arriving at Director Xia's office, knocked and entered.

Director Xia didn't waste words, being shrewd and efficient, first spoke about the patient's condition.

The patient was hospitalized for treatment of acute pancreatitis yesterday Evening, and because they said their family conditions were average upon arrival, the Xiao Hua Nei Ke side also didn't use any overly expensive medication.

The growth inhibitor is necessary, there is no doubt about that.

As for other intravenous high nutrition drugs, we also try to choose the cheapest ones to use.

One Evening, they spent 3,500 yuan; the patient is now in arrears, and even the growth inhibitor cannot be withdrawn.

Because the patient's family raised doubts today, saying that Xiao Hua Nei Ke is not specialized in treating pancreatitis, they want to go to the pancreatic disease department for treatment.

The young doctor from Xiao Hua Nei Ke said, "Then I'll find you the General Surgery Department."

Thus, the family members became angry.

I want to find the pancreatic department, you damn well give me the General Surgery Department, are you bullying me for being illiterate?

No matter how you explain it, the patient's family is stubbornly insisting on their reasoning.

Later, Director Xia had a brainwave; she remembered that Zheng Ren had once performed emergency surgery on a patient with pancreatic pseudocyst, so she told the patient's family, "I'll find you a doctor from the Jizhenbingfang; all emergencies fall under their jurisdiction."

The family members were somewhat unhappy, but still reluctantly agreed.

That's how the events unfolded.