"Boss, Fugui'er has urged you several times." Su Yun called Zheng Ren from behind.

"You go first and see what the agreement is going on." Zheng Ren said: "I'll take a look at this movie again."

"What's good about it? There is no other problem except for slight cerebral blood supply and brain atrophy." Su Yun despised.

"But I always feel something is wrong." Zheng Ren sighed and said, "It's just a feeling, I can't explain it clearly."

"Boss, can you be a little forced? They didn't point at you to see a doctor." Su Yun said disdainfully.

In the so-called consultation, only the superior hospital accepts the request of the subordinate hospital and crushes it at the technical level.

Xiangjiang Heyang Hospital is well-known as a wealthy hospital with a very high level.

Not only does Hekai Hospital have a deep foundation in the treatment of common diseases, but it is the same even in high-tech. For example, when the mainland was still exploring the Da Vinci robotic surgery, Hekai Hospital had already started to use Dakai's robotic arm.

However, although Zheng Ren knew the intention, he didn't care.

He is only facing a patient, a disease that may be common or rare, and that's all.

Ten minutes later, Zheng Ren shook his head, "Su Yun, ask that side, can the patient fly over, I want to check the body."

"It shouldn't be possible, is there a diagnosis?" Su Yun asked.

"I tend to have a higher possibility of acute narcolepsy. I suspect that there is insufficient blood supply in the brain, so I need to do a related physical examination. If the diagnosis is determined, surgery is required." Zheng Ren said with certainty.

Su Yun did not doubt Zheng Ren's words, but did not believe much.

It’s just a preliminary impression after reading the information for the first time, and I’ll talk about it in detail. Moreover, most of the patients in Xiangjiang will go to top global hospitals such as Mayo to see a doctor. It’s unlikely that they will fly to the imperial capital.

"If you can do the surgery, I don't know how much the surgery will cost." Su Yun was curious about this. "When the Macau gambling king broke his bones and was undergoing surgery on Heyang, it is said that the red envelope for the surgeon was 100 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Stop talking nonsense, go find Dr. Mehal." Zheng Ren had no attachment at all. His condition was rare and had nothing to do with money.

If it were just for money, Zheng Ren would have some means to earn it now.

He closed the laptop and asked Su Yun to contact Shi Huairu and went to the special ward.

Zheng Ren did not go to Dr. Mehal first, but went to see Chu Huainan first, agreed to surgery tomorrow, and comforted him a few more words before he went to find Dr. Mehal.

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Xiangjiang, Heyang Hospital.

This is a high-end hospital, which is completely different from a public hospital.

The conference room on the top floor, from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the Happy Valley, with beautiful scenery and picturesque landscapes.

But those who are qualified to sit here are tired of seeing such a scenery, and no one cares about how beautiful the scenery is.

The doctors in the conference room focused all their attention on the discussion of the condition, which was the 10th time.

Images of the three-dimensional CT film of the skull appeared on the big screen. A doctor in his fifties, wearing a snow-white coat, was talking endlessly.

He spoke not fast, but he was not slow, with a sense of calmness and confidence.

After a few minutes of discussion, he finally came to the conclusion based on thyroid hormone levels, neuropsychological tests, EEG, cerebrospinal fluid examinations and imaging examinations.

"From the three-dimensional imaging map, there are many precipitation of amyloid plaques around the neurons and some fibrous tangles inside the neurons. This is a typical manifestation of Alzheimer's disease. To sum up, I don't think there is any need to discuss it."

"Dotor Huo, I think what you said is worth discussing." Another doctor sat in a chair and said, "The patient did not have corresponding symptoms such as memory loss before. He just started to sleep three months ago. I think this is something that Alzheimer's disease cannot explain."

"The Lichuan team's research on Alzheimer's disease has passed the animal experiment stage and has consulted with the patient's medical team. The choice lies with the patient himself, not with us." Dr. Huo did not answer the question opposite, but continued to speak on his own.

"This is an extremely irresponsible approach!" The doctor opposite was a little helpless, but he had a very good temper. In addition, he was just speculating and could not overturn Dotor Huo's diagnosis, so he could only say helplessly.

"No!" Dr. Li shook his finger and said, "It is indeed extremely irresponsible for the diagnosis of acute narcolepsy. However, for Alzheimer's disease, it has received a consultation response from Mayo Clinic and Hopkins Hospital, and they are considering the same diagnosis."

The doctor opposite didn't know about this, so he had to remain silent.

"Experts around the world have ruled out acute narcolepsy, and I really don't know what you are insisting on. Dotor King, although Mr. Russell said, getting happiness in wasting time is not a waste of time.

But this happiness is only based on some special habit of yours, and I cannot get happiness from it.”

Dr. Wang sighed. He was just a doctor hired by the nursing hospital and was not in Xiangjiang, so many things had nothing to do with him.

It took a long time to fly from Canada to Hong Kong. But the money given here was enough to make him ignore this fatigue and attend the consultation with high spirits.

Since you are here, you have to explain your opinion. As for whether you will choose your own diagnosis, it has nothing to do with him.

"If everyone has no objection, I will and Mr. Qin's medical team recommend to invite the Lichuan team to provide light treatment to Mr. Qin." Dr. Li said.

The light treatment of Lichuan team uses light regulation to activate certain neurons in the diseased mice to fight Alzheimer's disease.

However, this treatment method is only in the animal experiment stage and has not yet entered clinical human trials.

However, this is a recognized effective method, and many people are optimistic about the research of the Lichuan team.

In addition, the old man Qin Lu is already terminally ill and his physical condition has taken a sharp turn. If there is no treatment plan, he will probably only have one or two months of life.

Dr. Wang thought about it and shook his head silently, but did not refute.

Because he studied Qin Lu's medical records at the Montreal Neurological Center in Canada, there was no way to prove it and solve his own judgment.

More than a dozen world-renowned experts and professors in neurology stood up, and familiar people whispered to each other and prepared to leave.

A doctor unconsciously turned on the computer and suddenly said, "Everyone, please wait!"

"Hmm?" The doctors stopped and looked at him.

"There is a new email from 912 Hospital."
Chapter completed!