A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 100 Treatment of Critical Brain Resuscitation

"Director Song, are you saying that my son might become a vegetable and never wake up?"

"My son~~~" Li Yada was about to cry again.

Zhou Ruili waved his hands in anger: "Why are you howling? Your son is still alive and you are howling like this, it's bad luck!!!"

Director Song nodded gently:
"From my expert perspective, it can indeed be understood this way. It is a miracle that the patient is still alive today. Let me describe it this way. His brain has been smashed into a paste due to the fall from a high altitude, and a lot of cerebrospinal fluid has leaked out..."

Zhou Ruili is a businessman after all, and as a father he is also quite decisive:
"President Qian, Director Song, as long as my son can survive, I don't care what the cost is. Please help me find the best doctors at home and abroad and use the best medicines. I will remember your kindness in my heart."

Dean Qian and Director Song looked at each other and nodded seriously.

Five days passed.

After the expert team from Capital Union Hospital came out of the intensive care unit, their faces were all very pale.

Zhou Ruili's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and he tried to smile as he went over to greet him:

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhou, how is my son?"

Academician Wang sighed softly:
"The situation is more serious than we thought. The previous surgery was successful, but the brain nerves have not recovered. And today, after a comprehensive examination, we found that the patient's lungs have large areas of rales, and there is a high probability of pneumonia."

"what!!!"

Zhou Ruili and his wife were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths. The wounds on his body hadn't healed yet, and now he had pneumonia?

Academician Zhou next to him added:
"Don't underestimate pneumonia. The patient's body is like a completely undeveloped country. Foreign bacteria and viruses are like invaders. The patient has no way to deal with them. Once these bacteria conquer the human body, it means the beginning of a systemic infection, which is fatal."

Academician Wang also responded:
"Whether a patient can survive now depends on two difficulties. One is infection, which requires the best antibiotics. The other is brain resuscitation, but there is currently no specific medicine. If the patient fails to overcome any of these two difficulties, the patient..."

Zhou Ruili sat down on a chair in the corridor and closed his eyes.

"Boss Zhou, Boss Zhou? You have to hold on!"

Zhou Ruili stood up with difficulty and said with a forced smile:

"Thank you both academicians for coming all the way from the capital. Xiao Liu, please help me see these two experts off. Thank you, thank you!!"

We invited two experts to Huadu for consultation, and the consultation fee was 50 yuan per person. This was achieved with the help of many people. It doesn't matter if you have money, you can't hire such awesome doctors.

Li Yadan held her husband's hand tightly:

"Lao Zhou, what should we do? You must quickly think of a way to save our son!!"

Zhou Ruili was also furious. His innate disbelief in evil made him want to go crazy:
"Since the experts in the capital are not good enough, I will ask the medical team from Hong Kong to come for consultation. If that doesn't work, I will ask doctors from Europe and the United States. I don't believe that I can't save my son!!!"

As the attending physician, Director of Neurosurgery Song Jiming felt very uncomfortable.

He is considered an expert in neurosurgery in the Huadu medical circle, and one of the top doctors in the country. But the patient is lying in his own department, while the family members have been calling for doctors from other hospitals?
This made Song Jiming, who was usually arrogant, very depressed. He really wanted to say: If you don’t believe me, can you transfer to another hospital?
However, it is strictly forbidden to move patients with such severe head and brain injuries. If he could be transferred to another hospital, Zhou Ruili would have sent his son abroad long ago. Why would he go to such great lengths to get someone?

Song Jiming still hoped to save the patient through his treatment. This was not only a matter of saving face, but also a way to increase his popularity in China. Thinking of this, Song Jiming brought up this matter during the hospital-wide consultation on Monday.

General Surgeon Jin Limin had some key words flashing through his mind:

"High fever, coma, neurovascular disease caused by brain damage... Hey, Huang Hui, does this condition sound familiar to you?"

Xu Huanghui thought about it for a moment and thought of the patient with "malignant high fever" who had just been discharged from the hospital:
"Old Jin, are you talking about Sun Xiaoming's case? But the causes of Sun Xiaoming and Zhou Kai's illnesses are different. One was caused by anesthetics, and the other was caused by trauma."

Jin Limin doesn’t think so:
"The causes are different, so there aren't many treatment options. Apart from symptomatic treatment, what else can we do for Zhou Kai's condition? He has been in a coma for five days. The longer the time, the less likely he is to wake up.

Later, I consulted Mr. Mao and he said that Angong Niuhuang Pills can be used for patients with stroke, coma, etc. because of its calming and invigorating effect. Zhou Kai is in this situation now. He is in a coma and cannot be resuscitated by Western medicine. So we can try Chinese medicine.

Even if it doesn't work, we won't lose anything, at least we tried it. If it works, at least we saved a patient's life."

In fact, the doctors all started whispering to each other after hearing this.

Xu Huanghui was skeptical about traditional Chinese medicine at first, but after experiencing Sun Xiaoming's case, she is now a complete believer.

"I think what Lao Jin said is right. We doctors only care about the results. It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white. As long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat. We can talk to Mr. Zhou about it. It's up to him whether he listens or not."

Seeing his colleagues all saying so, Song Jiming followed suit and said:

"Okay, I'll ask the Chinese medicine department to come for a consultation right away. But the last time, the child finally relied on Angong Niuhuang Pills. It's best to find out where they got this stuff."

Xu Huanghui laughed and said, "I have the phone number of the child's parents. I'll ask them for you later."

"Use traditional Chinese medicine? Sure, no problem, go ahead. As long as you can save my son, even if you use Tibetan medicine, that's fine."

As soon as Song Jiming and Zhou Ruili got together, Zhou Ruili's attitude was very firm.

For him, everything is a life-saving straw, as long as he can grab it. In fact, he and his wife have been praying in various temples in Huadu these days, hoping for a miracle doctor.

Song Jiming smacked his lips:

"The patient's condition is rather special and requires a special medicinal material, which our hospital does not have. You need to go outside and buy it, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Ruili patted his chest and said, "You tell me the location. No matter how much it costs, I have no problem with that."

"Ahem, Mr. Zhou, have you heard the news that was broadcast in the media a few days ago about the urgent need for life-saving Angong Niuhuang Pills produced by the 15th or th generation, and the asking price for one pill was yuan."

People who do business are exposed to a large amount of social information every day. Of course he had heard about this medical news that made a sensation in Huadu.

"What does this have to do with my son? Do you mean that my son also needs to take Angong Niuhuang Pills?"

Zhou Ruili didn't know at this time that because of this Angong Pill, a big storm would break out...

(End of this chapter)