In the ward, Egbert, a patient who was a high-ranking official of Hong Kong Eagle, was so scared that he was shaking all over.
"Fuck, you actually took such a long and thick needle and stuck it into my chest? This is horrible, this is murder."
Don't think that Westerners are necessarily very scientific. There are a lot of ignorant people there who naturally resist unknown things and refuse to try.
A 2014 survey by YouGov, a US polling organization, showed that:
In Western society, only 66% of young people aged 18-24 firmly believe that the earth is round, while the remaining 34% are uncertain or even oppose the theory.
Even among young people who have generally received higher education, more than one-third believe in the flat earth theory. This shows how popular it is in Western society and how low the scientific literacy of these foreigners is.
As the attending physician, Ji Junhao, now motivated by the 5 million yuan in gambling money, naturally tried his best to persuade the patient to undergo a biopsy.
"Mr. Egbert, don't worry. This chest puncture is a little painful, but the examination is absolutely safe. Your condition is currently a hot topic of debate. Experts from various countries are divided into two camps. One camp believes it is tuberculosis. This is the main view I proposed."
Ji Junhao straightened his chest and glanced at Lin Sanqi again:
"The mainland medical team thought your disease was a tumor and didn't meet the treatment criteria for tuberculosis, so they refused to provide you with medical services. So, we had to confirm your diagnosis through this biopsy."
Mrs. Egbert was a little anxious:
"Ji, you told us last time that it was tuberculosis. How could we possibly have cancer? This is horrible. Such a diagnosis is so irresponsible. Do Chinese doctors understand this?"
Ji Junhao said helplessly: "Doctor Huaguo insists on his point of view."
Lin Sanqi wanted to laugh when he heard this, thinking that Ji Xiangzi was a complete green tea and what he said was simply to sow discord.
But he also understands that patients often have an escapist mentality and are more likely to believe in mild diagnoses.
Unwilling, or rather afraid, to accept the diagnosis of a terminal illness.
At this time, Lin Sanqi spoke in English:
"Mr. and Mrs. Egbert, it is normal to have disputes in medicine, so we need to seek your consent to do an examination. This is also for your own good.
If it's really cancer, the earlier it's checked, the earlier it's discovered, and the earlier it's treated, the better the chance of recovery. This is a medical principle, Doctor Ji, am I right?"
Ji Junhao curled his lips: "Yes, but the problem is that it is based on the premise that the diagnosis is correct. What if the diagnosis is wrong?"
"A misdiagnosis is good news, as it means Mr. Egbert has a chance of recovery. Mr. Egbert, Madam, don't forget that our Chinese medical team is the only one in the world that can cure tuberculosis, and we have the special medicine in our hands."
If my diagnosis is wrong, I assure you that we will not charge you for any subsequent anti-TB treatment and all medications will be provided free of charge. Is this enough of our sincerity?
Egbert was still a little hesitant because he still needed the help of Chinese doctors for follow-up treatment.
As a mid-level civil servant in the Hong Kong Eagle government, he knew more inside information than others. The world's first specialized tuberculosis hospital had been opened in Peking, and the embassies, consulates and offices of various countries had already reported this to their superiors.
Lin Sanqi then added fuel to the fire:
"Besides, if you don't trust our mainland doctors, we still have a Harvard University medical team. They are a top expert team."
Egbert thought about it and realized that if he really offended the Chinese doctors and they refused to provide him with anti-tuberculosis treatment, he would be dead.
But he still didn't give up, and asked Ji Junhao weakly:
"Ji, is it really okay?"
Ji Junhao showed a good professional smile: "Absolutely no problem!"
Lin Sanqi looked at this scoundrel who looked 70% similar to Deric Wan and wore gold-rimmed glasses. It turned out that his attitude towards foreigners and mainlanders was completely different.
Egbert then nodded and said, "OK, I agree to this puncture. God bless you."
Professor Witte, acting as the middleman for the bet, asked:
"So which one of you two will do the chest puncture?"
Ji Junhao was the first to respond: "Let me do it. I'm worried that my mainland colleagues don't have enough skills. If something unexpected happens, it will be troublesome."
Lin Sanqi was equally worried: "Let me do it. Doctor Ji may not know the exact location of the lesion. He can't even read a CT scan."
Professor Witte covered his forehead when he heard this and quickly suggested:
"Well, let's put it this way. Doctor Lin, you do the positioning, and Doctor Ji, you do the puncture. What do you think?"
Lin Sanqi said indifferently, "OK, I can accept that. Bring me the marker."
The nurse immediately took the gentian violet solution. Lin Sanqi had the CT scan as a guide, so he crossed out a part of his brain.
"Xiao Ji, you should insert the needle from here."
Ji Junhao sneered and put on his gloves while thinking: When you lose 5 million, how will you go back to the mainland crying?
When the doctor took out a 20-centimeter-long biopsy needle, the two white men turned even paler...
Pathology Examination Department.
Lin Sanqi is operating in front of a microscope.
Biopsies in the 1960s often required multiple procedures such as fixation, dehydration, clearing, and wax dipping, and the fastest results would take more than ten hours.
After all, Lin Sanqi had studied in the pathology department of Southern Hospital in 2014, so he used a faster and more advanced frozen section examination.
This type of pathological examination can often produce results within an hour and is often used to make timely judgments during surgery.
For example, halfway through the operation, the surgeon will often cut off a small part of the tissue and quickly send it to the pathology department for biopsy, and then the operation will stop there and wait for the results.
The scope or method of surgery will be determined based on the results.
(That’s why pathologists are so important. They can direct doctors’ surgeries. Don’t forget to give them red envelopes in the future.)
Ji Junhao and Professor Witte stood on the left and right, watching Lin Sanqi's operations throughout the process.
The other fifty or so doctors gathered in groups of three or four in the corridor of the pathology department, chatting while waiting for the results.
These observing doctors from all over the world act as referees and are employed by the WHO.
But the WHO is just a name, the real investor is the Harvard University Institute for Infectious Diseases, so Professor Anthony and his colleagues have paid a lot for anti-tuberculosis drugs.
The food, clothing, housing, and travel expenses of these fifty-plus doctors in Hong Kong are definitely not a small amount.
An hour later, Lin Sanqi completed all the procedures, and under the electron microscope, a complete pathological section image came out.
Looking at the red and blue patterns under the camera, Lin Sanqi seemed to see the colorful Hong Kong dollars.
Of course he was not surprised, because he had already known the result through the CT scan. He just didn't know whether Ji Xiangjiao and so many experts in tuberculosis would cry.
"Professor Witte, I have already prepared the pathology slides. Could you please come and help as a witness?"
As soon as he heard the results, Professor Witte was the first to step forward to observe the microscope. Ji Junhao's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he felt a little uneasy.
Because the expressions of the mainland doctors were too calm.
If he lost, the 5 million in gambling money might bankrupt his family's Lingnan Hall. His face would definitely be paler than that of a white person. How could he be smiling so happily?
When experts from other countries heard the results, they also rushed into the pathology laboratory, and the laboratory was surrounded by people in an instant.
Lin Sanqi took out the projector, plugged it in, and projected the pathological sections of mucinous adenocarcinoma that he had prepared in advance onto the white wall.
Professor Witte looked at it for a few minutes, then looked up and compared it with the picture on the projector, then sighed:
"Lin, you can prepare your paper now. Your team has discovered a new disease. That's amazing."
Oh~~~ All the doctors present exclaimed in amazement.
Discovering a new disease is the dream that every doctor pursues in his life.
From then on, the first discoverer would be recorded in the history of world medicine, achieve success, be respected, and finally gain both fame and fortune.
Ji Junhao went crazy when he heard this:
"Impossible! How could this be possible? This is the conclusion reached by the respiratory and infectious disease departments of our Welsh Hospital. How could it be wrong?" (End of this chapter)
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