A month later, Lin Sanqi, who had returned from further studies in 2014, appeared again at the Infectious Disease Hospital.
Lin Sanqi, who was sitting in the office, had no time to adjust to the jet lag when Nanxiang Saburo rushed in again.
"Mr. Lin, you said you wanted to consult with an expert about my wife's condition. Have you found any results yet? Can my wife still be saved? Please."
An old man in his seventies and a Japanese chaebol just bowed directly to Lin Sanqi.
Lin Sanqi felt a little emotional, thinking that this was truly a loving couple, something that was rare among rich people.
If it were another rich man, he would want to get promoted, become rich, and have his wife die, so that all the property would be his, and he could also marry a young beauty. This is what a real man should do.
Lin Sanqi quickly helped the old Japanese man up and said with a smile:
"Mr. Nanxiang, I have already formulated a treatment plan for Madam. I plan to perform a right upper lobectomy on her."
"Lobectomy?"
Professor Xiao Nan, who was standing behind him, was shocked and thought to himself, this Chinese doctor is really brave. Isn't he afraid that the old lady will die on the operating table?
"Yes, Mr. Nanxiang, let me explain. A normal lung has five lobes, usually two on the left and three on the right. Your lesion is in the upper lobe of your right lung."
Lin Sanqi casually drew a picture on a piece of white paper. After studying in the Oriental Hospital for a month, he felt that he was now extremely strong and very confident.
"I believe the lady's illness is pulmonary tuberculosis, but pulmonary tuberculosis is not only treated by internal medicine. There is already caseous necrosis in the right upper lung of the lady, and there may also be some obstructive inflammation, so the situation is not optimistic.
Professor Xiaonan is also here. I believe Professor Xiaonan should have already conducted an assessment in Japan and knows my wife's situation best.
Mrs. Nanxiang's right upper lung has actually lost its respiratory function, which means it is useless. Lung tissue necrosis means that the normal structure and function of the lungs are destroyed.
The main function of our lungs is to exchange gases, taking oxygen in and expelling carbon dioxide from the body. When necrotic tissue appears, the efficiency of gas exchange is first affected.
The blood vessels around the necrotic tissue may also be affected, leading to abnormal blood supply, further affecting the diffusion of oxygen and the excretion of carbon dioxide.
Furthermore, dead tissue in the lungs can easily lead to infection because it is a good breeding ground for bacteria and other pathogens. Once an infection occurs, it can spread rapidly.
It can develop from a local infection to a systemic infection, leading to serious complications such as sepsis, which can have adverse effects on all organs of the body and seriously threaten life and health."
Nango Saburo was a businessman after all, and he had no idea what necrosis and infection were, so he looked at Kokusu Yuki in confusion.
Professor Xiaonan was a fence-sitter and didn't dare to give a definitive answer, so he pretended to nod and said:
"If Dr. Lin's inference is correct, then it can indeed explain Madam's persistent chest pain, low-grade fever, dyspnea, chronic wasting, and other clinical symptoms. But if Madam has lung cancer instead of tuberculosis..."
Lin Sanqi was waiting for this sentence, so he replied confidently:
"Whether it's tuberculosis or lung cancer, my surgery is effective. If I don't have surgery, Professor Xiaonan, will the conservative treatment you originally prescribed be effective?"
"This, this, this..." Xiaonan Yuki was sweating again.
"Conservative treatment really didn't have much effect. The patient's lung function continued to decline, and his weight loss was significant. He went from 110 kilograms to 70 kilograms in just over half a year..."
Lin Sanqi asked, "So, Professor Xiaonan, do you think we should continue with conservative treatment, or take the risk of going straight to surgery?"
Professor Xiaonan also expressed his concerns at this time:
"From a clinical perspective, surgery is definitely better than no surgery. However, considering the patient's condition, multiple organ system instability and dysfunction is one of the contraindications for surgery.
Furthermore, if a lung lobe is to be removed, a thoracotomy is required. The incision is 40 centimeters long, and two to four ribs must be severed. Given Mrs. Nanxiang's current condition, where she has difficulty walking, the risks of surgery are simply too great."
As one of the developed countries, Japan's medical technology is undoubtedly the most advanced, there is no doubt about that.
If you force Japanese doctors to perform open-heart surgery, can they do it? The answer is yes, they can and will do it.
But why don’t you dare to do it?
That is because the risk is high and there is a high possibility of dying on the operating table. Even if the operation is successful, postoperative recovery is still a difficult hurdle.
In the words of traditional Chinese medicine, the patient's vitality is severely damaged and he is almost at the end of his life. If he undergoes a major operation at this time, it may be possible to save him. But if he fails, the chaebol's anger will be beyond words.
Why would any of Japan's expert doctors sacrifice their careers for the sake of a tycoon's wife? It's totally uncalled for.
This is also the reason why Japanese doctors are unwilling to perform this operation.
Similarly, in the opinion of Professor Anthony and Professor Theodore, the patient can indeed undergo surgery.
However, there is no cure for either tuberculosis or lung cancer. Even if one takes the risk of removing a lung lobe, it is meaningless as the prognosis is too poor.
But now the Japanese happened to meet a time traveler, and all the problems were solved.
Lin Sanqi continued to ask:
"Professor Xiaonan, let me give you an example. If Mrs. Nanxiang only received conservative treatment, what do you think her life expectancy would be?"
"Uh, well, I'm afraid it won't last more than a year..."
Nango Saburo was a shrewd man, very intelligent. Although he did not understand medicine, he had already understood from the conversation between the two that if his wife did not undergo this operation, she would surely die.
After this operation, there is still a glimmer of hope.
The tycoons who have taken their business to the extreme and have the courage to serve as the president of the China-Japan Friendship Association are all decisive and ruthless people.
Nanxiang Saburo didn't hesitate and bowed again:
"Mr. Lin, please perform surgery on my wife. Please, do everything you can to save her life. Tell me what equipment or medicine you need, and I will fully cooperate."
When Nanxiang Saburo said this, he winked and Professor Xiaonan quickly walked out of the door and closed it.
Nanxiang Saburo took out a check from his suit pocket and placed it in front of Lin Sanqi:
"Mr. Lin, here is a check for $5 million from Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation. It is my personal tribute to Mr. Lin. You can also understand my personal donation to the Infectious Disease Hospital.
If my wife can have a successful operation and recover, I will also be grateful. Money is just a number to me, but I only have one wife, and I must save her.
When I was young, I was a playboy and a poor man. I owe my current situation to the help of my wife and her family. Lin Sang, please believe that I love my wife deeply, and for her, I am willing to give everything.
Lin Sanqi understood. Although the $5 million was a donation to the infectious disease hospital, the old man gave it privately.
This is equivalent to giving Lin Sanqi a way out. As for whether Lin Sanqi will take out the 5 million US dollars or put it in his own pocket, no one will know.
I have to say that the Japanese do a great job on detail work!
Lin Sanqi held the check with an embarrassed expression:
"Ah, Mr. Nanxiang, you are an old friend of our people. How can I be so embarrassed? You are so polite. This is really...ah..."
Lin Sanqi said sorry and put the check directly into the drawer next to him, then locked it solemnly.
The corners of Nango Saburo's mouth twitched.
The old man thought that this Chinese doctor would not accept it, or... he didn't dare to accept it...
He was still trying to push it back and forth, but Dr. Lin declined three times and finally accepted it reluctantly, and everyone was happy.
After Lin Sanqi accepted the money, his attitude changed. When doing things for money, one must be honest and trustworthy. This is the rule of the people in Dongguan Province.
"Mr. Nanxiang, Madam's surgery is under my care. To ensure the smooth operation, I need to renovate a brand new operating room. Two days is enough time, so we need to give Madam a comprehensive preoperative examination."
Nango Saburo was delighted when he heard this, thinking that the Chinese had already amazed American professors and Japanese doctors with just a bedside CT scan, so he probably had even more high-tech medical equipment. (End of this chapter)
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