A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 103: Doctor Xiang Jiang also did not break

The next day, the team from Hong Kong Sanatorium and Hospital arrived in Huadu and conducted a comprehensive consultation on the patient Zhou Kai.

Huadu First Hospital attaches great importance to the Hong Kong medical team. This is a good opportunity to learn from each other. Vice President He Boliang personally leads the team and is responsible for coordination.

In the ward, the attending doctor Song Jiming was personally reporting Zhou Kai's condition to his colleagues in Hong Kong:
"The patient has undergone right frontal craniotomy and hematoma removal + artificial dura mater repair. Eight days after the operation, the head CT scan shows a large amount of brain edema, and the lung CT scan also shows white lungs on both sides. The condition is still very critical. On the contrary, the multiple fractures throughout the body have become the lightest."

After viewing the CT scan, Hong Fei, director of neurosurgery at the Hong Kong Sanatorium and Hospital, clicked his tongue:
"We need to determine the nature of the cerebrospinal fluid. Whether it is exudate or transudate, the results will be different, the treatment will be different, and the prognosis will be even more different. Let us at the Hong Kong Sanatorium and Hospital handle it."

The Hong Kong team that the Zhou family hired at a cost of 200 million RMB must certainly play their part.

Song Jiming understood the rules, so he nodded: "Okay."

An hour later, Zhou Ruili and Li Yada were called into the ward by the doctor.

Doctor Hong Fei sighed and said:
"Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, we just performed a left ventricular drainage on Mr. Ling. The hydrocephalus that came out was yellow and turbid. After testing, we found that the white blood cell count was very high. It can be confirmed that there is an intracranial infection, and it is very serious."

Li Yadan screamed, "What? The condition has worsened again? Didn't they say that only the lungs were infected?"

Zhou Ruili also became anxious:

"Then Dr. Hong, how is my son being treated now? What are his chances of survival? I beg you, you must save him, no matter how much it costs, I am willing to pay."

Doctor Hong Fei said seriously:

"The current treatment is to give vancomycin combined with meropenem to fight infection. This is already the best antibiotic in the world. In addition to medication, the key is still to see your luck. From our doctors' point of view, the chance of survival is less than 20%..."

"My son~~~"

Li Yada smacked her lips and fainted again. It looked like her son was not dead, but she, as a mother, could not hold on any longer.

The patient Zhou Kai has been in a coma for the 10th day.

All the necessary medicines and treatment measures had been tried, and all the experts that could be hired had been invited, but the doctors in Hong Kong still had no magic trick to bring the patient back to health.

Again, the longer the coma lasts, the more severe the irreversible brain damage is and the smaller the chance of survival is, which is well known to family members and doctors.

Finally, Zhou Ruili mobilized all his connections and learned that a retired master chef from Tongrentang in the capital had an Angong Niuhuang Pill produced in 1969 and was willing to sell it, but for 20 RMB.

Zhou Ruili was so excited that he immediately sent his secretary to the capital to bring back the precious Angong Pill as quickly as possible.

After being identified by Mr. Mao, it can be confirmed that it is a genuine medicine.

So the Zhou family happily melted the medicine and fed it to their son through a nasogastric tube.

After seeing through the glass of the ICU the doctor injecting the Angong Pill into their son's stomach, Zhou Ruili and Li Yada clasped their hands tightly, extremely nervous.

"Honey, is my son saved?"

Zhou Ruili gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "There is hope, there must be hope."

It's not just the family members who are nervous. In the intensive care unit, the neurosurgeons are also closely observing the effect of Angong Niuhuang Pills on brain resuscitation.

If this clinical treatment can achieve miraculous results, then a high-quality "research team" can be established. For doctors, publishing a paper is more useful than getting a few tens of thousands of bonuses. Promotion and salary increase all depend on papers.

The night passed peacefully, and the patient remained motionless, which made the family members and doctors a little anxious?
Early the next morning, the ward was crowded with doctors again. Song Jiming found that the patient had no response at all and couldn't help feeling anxious.

Mr. Mao, who was participating in the consultation, waved his hand:

"It doesn't work that quickly. Generally, it takes 6 to 8 hours for the medicine to work. However, this child's condition is quite serious, and it is uncertain whether he can recover. After all, Angong Niuhuang Pills cannot be said to be a miracle drug, and no one can guarantee that it is % effective."

As he was speaking, the ECG monitor suddenly beeped twice, and everyone looked up.

A young doctor exclaimed happily: "The heart rate has increased. It was only over 50 beats per minute before, but now it has reached 70 beats per minute."

Song Jiming was very experienced. He immediately took out a pupil pen, turned up the patient's eyelids and took a look. Then he showed surprise on his face:
"The patient's eyes are moving and there is a corneal reflex. This is a good thing. This is a sign of impending brain resuscitation."

After saying that, Song Jiming clearly performed several brainstem reflex tests. It was motionless before, but now it has begun to show positive results.

"Wow, this is really a miracle of life!"

“I never thought Chinese medicine could really cure diseases? That’s amazing!”

"We have a key research group for our department this year!"

Seeing that the patient was showing signs of recovery, Mr. Mao quickly got up and checked his pulse. He nodded slightly, then shook his head gently:

"The pulse is thin, straight and soft, lingering and like a silk thread. It has improved compared to before, which shows that Angong Pills are indeed magical. But don't be happy too soon. One pill of Angong Niuhuang Pill is not enough to support the patient's brain recovery.

This is like a paddy field that has been dry for a long time. You have found the right way to irrigate it, but unfortunately the amount of water you provide is too little. Only one irrigation is not enough to save the rice seedlings that are about to die. If there is no follow-up Angong Pills to continue treatment, I am afraid that the effect will only be short-lived.

What a pity, what a pity…"

Outside the ward, Song Jiming hurried out to communicate with the family members:
"What, my son is showing signs of resuscitation? Oh my God, thank God, he is finally waking up~~~~"

Li Yadan clasped her hands together and cried with joy.

Zhou Ruili was also very excited. This was his only heir, and he could not attach too much importance to him. So he asked tremblingly:

"Okay, okay, thank you very much!!!"

Song Jiming didn't have much of a smile on his face:

"Calm down, both of you. There are only signs of recovery now, but our old Chinese doctor also said that just one Angong Niuhuang Pill is not enough, and it is far from enough. So we must get more Angong Pills now."

Zhou Ruili was puzzled when he heard this, "Oh, then how many Angong Pills are needed?"

Song Jiming calculated:
"According to traditional Chinese medicine, one pill a day should be given for at least 7 to 14 days, so at least 10 pills should be prepared now, otherwise all efforts will be wasted. If the coma lasts more than 14 days, the possibility of waking up is very small."

If you can't wake up, you will be a vegetable.

It took a lot of hard work to get one pill, but 10 pills would really cost the Zhou family their lives...

(End of this chapter)