The Surgeon's Studio

Chapter 2746 A heart of pity

Although Dr. Carl didn’t approve of this treatment, he still sat on the bed and focused on taking care of little stone with his team.

“Botha private hospital offered a high enough price. After this little patient passes away, I can rest for a year,” Karl thought. Enjoying the wind of the Mediterranean Sea and eating the red shrimp of Sicili Island, life was perfect.

He was a diagnostic expert at the University of ber service hospital, one of the top doctors in the industry in Europe. Bota had invited him over at an astronomical price.

The patient’s condition was very serious, and Dr. Carl didn’t have any good solutions. There were several preliminary diagnoses, but he still couldn’t determine which was correct.

In Carl’s eyes, the poor child was about to die. This was especially so when doctor Zheng, who had won a Nobel Prize in Clinical Surgery, actually fainted after he came. He even only “carelessly” treated the patients with ostrone.

In Carl’s eyes, it was an irresponsible and unreasonable way of doing things.

However, he did not raise any doubts. The sugar daddy could do whatever he wanted and it had nothing to do with him. Work and earn money were the most important things.

The night gradually deepened, and the forest was pitch black. Occasionally, birds would be awoken for some reason, leaving behind faint cries.

Carl didn’t like the dark. He preferred the sun, especially when he was enjoying the Mediterranean Sea breeze and basking in the sun on the beach.

Compared to the holidays, this was like hell. However, without purgatory, one’s holiday mood wouldn’t be very good.

It would be better for this child to leave as soon as possible. He was already in the final stage of cancer, and the drug treatment had triggered greater side effects. It was a luxury for him to live. Carl looked at little stone, who was breathing with the help of the mechanical ventilator, and thought to himself.

The medical records provided by Bota were not complete. Even after signing a confidentiality agreement, the core drugs were still not shown. Carl knew that this meant that the medicine Qingqing was using to treat this young patient’s tumor was the latest.

This was indeed the case based on various indicators. After the injection, the tumor markers continued to decline, and the DeepMACT showed that the free tumor cells were also decreasing geometrically.

It was almost dawn, but he did not expect a strange change to happen at this time.

The human body was really complicated, and this research needed to be further in-depth. It would be fine if the changes in the lungs were caused by the patient’s condition itself, but if the previous injection caused the tumor cells to mutate, it would prove that the entire research had failed.

Looking at the poor child and his mother, Carl’s eyes fell on the micro pump that was accurately pumping in the microgram.

This was a psychological placebo effect, not to comfort the patient, but to give the doctor psychological treatment.

Dr. Zheng was really young. He looked much younger than in the photos published by the Nobel Prize committee. However, he seemed to have placed too much importance on this child, and in the end ...

“Sigh ...” Dr. Carl sighed. He hoped that Dr. Zheng would feel better after the useless treatment.

This was something that had to be endured. In the face of every disease that had plagued humanity for countless years, in the face of every attempt, one had to have a heart as hard as stone, even if the price was the patient’s life.

In fact, cancer seemed terrible now, and countless people had died because of it. However, it was nothing compared to tuberculosis.

Tuberculosis patients were previously known as the Captain of All These Men of Death, or the captain of death for humans. Carl looked at the child’s monitoring value expressionlessly, his mind running wild.

For the disease known as tuberculosis, humans had almost exhausted all methods of treatment.

In medieval United Kingdom and France, tuberculosis was also known as King’s devil, which was the evil of the king. As for why he was the king, there was a deeper reason.

With this name, the treatment method was born, and the king’s touch was seen. The people believed that as long as the king touched his own lymph nodes, he would be cured. This treatment continued in United Kingdom until the 18th century, and in France until the 19th century.

As the era of steam engine began, human civilization began to advance by leaps and bounds. The research and treatment of tuberculosis also accelerated.

Sanatorium, chest arthroscopic surgeries, and even electroconvulsive therapy ... Countless patients had died in all of these attempts.

Dr. Zheng was really not suited to be a scientist. Regardless of whether he had solid theories and hands that had been kissed by God, this “fragile” mentality had eliminated him. Without a cold heart, how could one achieve results in Disease Research?

Carl thought to himself that as a clinician, one needed to bemoan the state of the universe and pity the people. As a researcher who had tried to find the most correct way to overcome diseases through countless paths, it was absolutely impossible for him to not have a cold heart.

“Carl, four hours after the injection, the water-like phlegm started to decrease.” Carl’s assistant, who was also his friend, said after looking at the record.

“It’s only sexual. ” Dr. Carl said firmly,”the fluctuation of the patient’s condition, the change of the liquid in the blood plasma, these small fluctuations can happen at any time. Believe me, this definitely has nothing to do with the orchodan. “

His assistant shrugged and didn’t argue with Carl.

“It’s not like we’re suffering from pancreatitis. The only effect of using this eight-bean paste drug is to prove that we’re still in the treatment. As for why you don’t use sixteen-bean paste medicine, I think it’s because you’re still very nostalgic. ” Carl said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

However, the truth was different from what Carl had expected.

The secretion that was more than 100 ml per hour quickly dropped to about 80 ml per hour after the injection of orchodera.

As the drug’s concentration reached its peak, the amount of water-like phlegm secreted was further reduced.

It dropped by about 5-10ml per hour. If the number was listed as a curve, the curve was enough to slide down smoothly.

At the tenth hour, the water-like phlegm had dropped to about 10 ml per hour.

Although there was still phlegm, Carl realized that the mucus overflow had been contained under the effect of the orchutsu.

With the reduction of the watery phlegm, little stone’s vital signs gradually recovered. The oxygen provided by the ventilator had been reduced from 100% pure oxygen to 75% oxygen concentration.

His blood oxygen saturation level also began to increase slowly, reaching about 95%.

All of this proved that the treatment plan given by Dr. Zheng was correct.

Looking at the values on the various instruments in front of him and the monitoring indicators written on the record sheet that appeared once every 15 minutes, Carl fell into deep thought.

Not only could the oquint treat finger meaty and pancreas secretion, but it could also treat this strange condition?

Oh my God! What the hell is going on!

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[Note: the article was quoted from Nicole L.] Roeder，et al. A Woman in Her 60s With Lung Adenocarcinoma Presents With Copious Watery Sputum and Respiratory Failure.2017.152(6):e143–e146

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