Chapter 122 ALS? No!
Not to mention Hao Yougan, even Qin Xiangnan found it unbelievable.
But Shen Qingran had actually seen it.
This is a typical case.
The doctor who performed the surgery also published a series of articles in The Lancet, which shocked the medical community at the time.
Shen Qingran felt that he was not very smart, but he was standing on the shoulders of giants.
Sometimes machines can deceive people.
As a doctor, you can misdiagnose one patient and that can be just one misstep in your career.
But for the patient, it means a lifetime, or even a family's lifetime.
So when you have doubts, it is always a good idea to seek more verification.
"Doctor Qin, let's do one."
Qin Xiangnan nodded in agreement, "Then I'll go there myself. I know the neurointervention there."
"I'll go with you."
The two of them carried their things and went to the military district headquarters together.
Angiography is still quite technically demanding in this era.
I didn't expect the young doctor to find it so complicated.
He just shook his master, who was enjoying a leisurely life at home, over here!
After waiting for a while, an old doctor with a cane came to the examination room with the help of others.
He glared at the young doctor fiercely, "What a disgrace!"
Then he turned around and looked at Shen Qingran and the others.
"Are you the one who said that MRIs can be wrong?"
Shen Qingran nodded with a smile, "Mr. Gong, I just don't want to have any doubts, and I also want to give myself an answer."
Gong Bin nodded in agreement, "What the little girl said makes sense."
"But, if something goes wrong with this thing that I bought at such a high price, I'd really start to doubt my life."
Shen Qingran said calmly, "Machines are important and can help with medical treatment, but machines are always dead and humans are alive."
"Haha, good, this is the right attitude to have when practicing medicine. Come on, let's go in and verify it."
As they spoke, several people entered the imaging room.
After a while, Wang Xinyue was pushed over.
Inject contrast agent.
After the contrast agent entered the blood vessels, densely packed blood vessels like a spider web appeared on the screen.
When the contrast agent begins to enter the precentral gyrus through the brainstem.
Gong Bin's hands stopped.
“It’s a bit strange.”
Several people looked at the contrast agent, which was obviously slowing down, and their eyes focused.
"Come and see."
Qin Xiangnan and Shen Qingran looked at the screen carefully, "This..."
"Master, is this... a tumor?"
Gong Bin stared at the screen with his sharp eyes.
He gasped in disbelief.
This situation is unprecedented.
Really...it's a tumor.
"This is too hidden, it can't be found at all."
Qin Xiangnan's pupils contracted violently.
I never thought of it.
It's not ALS, it's a tumor.
However, such tumors and ALS are the same... there is no cure.
Shen Qingran didn't expect that a 0.1% chance of it actually coming true.
Gong Bin sighed and pointed at a small bump.
His expression was solemn.
"There are signs of blood flow here. The tumor has merged with the nerves. There is no chance of surgery."
The examination room fell into silence.
But no treatment = death.
Treatment = hope.
It's all a matter of trying your best.
Qin Xiangnan was silent for a moment.
"I'll go talk to Xinyue's mother about this situation."
After leaving the examination room, Shen Qingran let out a long sigh.
I felt a little emotional, and kept thinking in my mind how this kind of tumor can be treated.
She thought about both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.
However, Wang Xinyue’s current health condition cannot withstand such a major surgery, so she still needs some conditioning.
Since it was time to get off work, Shen Qingran took the bus directly back to the military compound.
She and Huo Tingxiao have discussed this over the past few days and decided to try not to let Xiao Sun or him come to pick her up.
After all, there are still about twenty days before the big competition.
They are all very busy.
When I got home, I saw the prepared meal on the table.
Looking again, her clothes were neatly folded and placed on the sofa.
It seems that I can't even measure the difference with a ruler.
Shen Qingran felt warm and sweet in her heart.
Huo Tingxiao was not at home.
It seems that he is still busy with something.
Shen Qingran is not the clingy type.
After dinner and a shower, I started drawing in the study with red and blue pencils.
This is a hand-drawn diagram of Wang Xinyue's brain nerves.
She detailed the tumor, and with red and blue pencils began to outline the nerves seen today.
Just as I was concentrating on this, I heard a knock on the door.
"Qingran, are you home?"
Shen Qingran quickly got up and opened the door.
I saw Chen Hong standing at the door.
"sister in law?"
"Qingran, you are at home, come with me to the political commissar."
"Go to the political commissar? Sister-in-law, what are we going to do with the political commissar?"
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