More than half an hour later.
The group had only just finished checking half of the wards.
With a creak!
As Feng Xuegong pushed open the door to the next ward, he introduced it to Su Zhengnan:
"The patient in this ward is a retired cadre from the former Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We all call him Old Zhao. He is almost eighty years old this year and was transferred here from the Western medicine department for recuperation."
"The diagnosis from the Western medicine department is late-stage cirrhosis. The elderly patient is in relatively good health and has not experienced any other complications."
"The family's idea is to recuperate here for a period of time, and then prepare to extend the elderly person's lifespan by combining liver transplantation with drug treatment."
"Um?"
Listening to Feng Xuegong's introduction.
Su Zhengnan raised an eyebrow slightly and said softly, "He's almost eighty years old, is a liver transplant still necessary?"
Nearly eighty years old and still needing a liver transplant, where did this liver come from?
Was it donated by someone else?
If someone donates, wouldn't it be better to transplant a liver to a younger patient?
Feng Xuegong quickly tugged at Su Zhengnan's white coat and whispered to him, "Director Su... you can't say things like that!"
"What? What's wrong with talking about this?"
Su Zhengnan glanced at Feng Xuegong speechlessly.
Feng Xuegong sighed softly and said, "Well, how should I put it? They have a matching liver donor, someone is paying for the surgery, everything is legal and compliant, the hospital can only perform the surgery on them, we have no right to object, especially since this is the Traditional Chinese Medicine department..."
Feng Xuegong didn't say what he was going to say next, but he believed that Su Zhengnan would understand what he meant.
However.
Su Zhengnan, however, scoffed at this behavior.
Is an organ transplant necessary for a patient who is nearly eighty years old?
Even if the transplant is successful, how long can he live?
If it were a young person who needed a liver transplant, how much value could he create for the world in the future?
This is simply a desecration of domestic organ donation resources.
It is also a waste of medical resources.
Every day, countless people in hospitals are waiting for liver transplants. Is it really necessary to waste time on an elderly person who is nearly eighty years old just because the recipient is a retired cadre?
What do you think the people who donate livers will think?
If he were still alive, the other party probably wouldn't agree!
Su Zhengnan was very disgusted by this behavior, but he also knew that he couldn't change the situation in the country by himself.
After thinking for a moment, Su Zhengnan turned to Feng Xuegong and asked:
"If our traditional Chinese medicine treatment could prolong his lifespan, would the family be willing to give up the idea of a liver transplant?"
"That's hard to say..."
Feng Xuegong shook his head and said, "After all, liver transplantation is currently the most effective treatment, and the family may also want to resolve the elderly person's health problems as soon as possible. However, if our traditional Chinese medicine treatment is effective, perhaps we can try to communicate with the family."
At this point, Feng Xuegong paused for a moment and asked:
"What, Director Su, do you have a way to extend the patient's lifespan?"
This is late-stage cirrhosis!
Although not as terrifying as liver cancer, without a liver transplant, patients can survive for a maximum of 1 to 3 years.
After a liver transplant, a patient's survival period can be extended to 5 to 10 years.
This is why the patient's family insisted on having a liver transplant performed in their hometown.
Su Zhengnan nodded and said, "Let me check on the old man's condition first; we can't be sure yet."
As he spoke, Su Zhengnan came to the bedside and took the old man's pulse.
Upon taking the pulse, it was discovered that the patient had a wiry pulse and a tight liver pulse.
A tight liver pulse indicates slight coldness in the blood, and also indicates dampness.
The patient's blood contains water and dampness, which causes the blood to not settle, meaning the liver cannot store blood.
Then, Su Zhengnan examined the patient's tongue coating and asked:
"Grandpa, let me ask you a question. Do you dream when you fall asleep at night? How often do you dream?"
"dream?"
Old Zhao glanced at Su Zhengnan with some surprise, and muttered in reply:
"At my age, how could I still dream? The questions you're asking are strange, doctor. If you weren't so young, this old man wouldn't even bother taking your pulse!"
Clearly, in Old Zhao's eyes, Su Zhengnan looked far too young.
He was at the age where he was young and inexperienced, and therefore unreliable.
However, this was a hospital after all, and Old Zhao felt that if he didn't take the patient's pulse, the patient might be scolded by the senior doctors.
That's why she obediently let Su Zhengnan take her pulse.
This shows that Old Zhao is quite easy to talk to.
It was clearly his family, not Mr. Zhao himself, who wanted to perform a liver transplant on him.
Feng Xuegong, who was standing to the side, smiled and interjected, "Old Zhao, he's not some young doctor. He's Director Su, who just joined our department."
"Is this the new head of your department?"
Old Zhao was taken aback, and looked Su Zhengnan up and down before saying:
"What's wrong with your hospital? How could you choose such a young man as the head of a department? Is it so easy to become the head of a TCM department these days? Did he get promoted through nepotism or something?"
"Cough cough..."
Feng Xuegong coughed and quickly explained:
"Our Director Su is truly capable; he didn't get his position through nepotism. You can rest assured about that, Mr. Zhao."
"Oh, really?"
Old Zhao was clearly somewhat skeptical of Feng Xuegong's words, and murmured as he asked:
"If you have real skills, then why are you asking me if I dream? What does dreaming have to do with my illness?"
Upon hearing this question from the other party.
Su Zhengnan smiled and explained, "Actually, dreaming is indeed related to your illness. As the saying goes, the gallbladder is associated with Jia wood and the liver with Yi wood. If the gallbladder yang is not in balance, it will float and cause wind."
"Generally, when the liver becomes diseased, the gallbladder vessels will also change."
"Dreaming is one indicator of changes in the gallbladder pulse. If you dream frequently, then the gallbladder pulse should be deep... The gallbladder pulse is the same as the liver pulse, meaning the gallbladder influences the liver..."
Zhao Lao looked completely bewildered by Su Zhengnan's explanation, unable to understand what it meant at all.
Feng Xuegong and the other attending physicians understood what Su Zhengnan meant.
"Director Su, do you mean we need to treat the liver and gallbladder together?"
Realizing what was happening, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask.
Su Zhengnan nodded and said, "The liver and gallbladder are internally and externally related. The liver secretes and produces bile, and under the liver's function of regulating the flow of qi, it promotes the secretion and excretion of bile from the gallbladder. If the liver fails to regulate the flow of qi, then the gallbladder qi will be deficient..."
Wow...what an amazing dialectical approach! The pulse diagnosis is so accurate too.
After listening to Su Zhengnan's explanation.
Feng Xuegong, Lu Zhiyuan, and the others stepped forward and took Zhao Lao's pulse, carefully sensing his condition. A look of shock appeared in their eyes.
"I see... I see, I understand now!"
Lu Zhiyuan looked at Su Zhengnan with a shocked expression and said, "The gallbladder pulse is floating, indicating internal wind injuring the qi. The treatment should focus on benefiting the gallbladder and clearing the liver."
At this point, Lu Zhiyuan paused for a moment, then looked at Su Zhengnan and asked:
"I wonder what prescription Director Su thinks would be appropriate?"
Su Zhengnan pondered for a moment and said, "With the addition of modified Gentianae Radix et Rhizoma Decoction and Artemisiae Capillaris Decoction, and then supplemented with moxibustion, the patient's lifespan may be prolonged without a liver transplant. If the condition is not too serious, a cure may only be a matter of time."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhiyuan turned and exchanged a glance with Feng Xuegong, then nodded and said:
"Okay, I understand. I'll revise the prescription now, according to the one you gave, Director Su."
After saying that, Lu Zhiyuan immediately took out a hard pen from the pocket of his white coat and modified the prescription on the patient's medical record.
After Lu Zhiyuan handed the revised prescription to the nurse next to him and asked her to go to the pharmacy to decoct the medicine.
Su Zhengnan and the others then left the ward.
As soon as he stepped out of the ward, Su Zhengnan turned to Feng Xuegong and said:
"Director Feng, if possible, please try to communicate with the patient's family. In fact, there is absolutely no need for Mr. Zhao to undergo a liver transplant."
"Uh, I understand. I'll try to communicate with the patient's family."
Feng Xuegong nodded in agreement.
To be honest, he also dislikes some patients' families who abuse medical resources by taking advantage of their connections.
However, this situation is not unique to their hospital; it applies to the entire domestic healthcare system, and it's not something that one person can change.
However, if we can persuade Mr. Zhao's family to give up the liver transplant...
Actually, it can be considered a great achievement.
Perhaps the liver transplant saved could be used on another patient who needs it more?
Feng Xuegong thought for a moment and made up his mind to persuade Zhao Lao's family, even though they were now in high positions.
Actually, when it comes to holding a high position, Zhao Lao's son isn't actually that high.
In Beijing, a falling billboard could kill several ministerial-level officials, let alone someone whose son was only a vice-ministerial-level official.
Tap tap tap...
Su Zhengnan naturally didn't know what official position Zhao Lao's son held, nor did he have time to care about such matters.
The group continued their search of the wards at the back.
Fortunately, most of the dozen or so inpatients in the wards behind were there for recuperation, with only a few suffering from terminal illnesses.
After examining these terminally ill patients, Su Zhengnan had no good way to treat them.
Although Su Zhengnan's medical skills were already quite high.
But medicine is not magic!
Even the most advanced medical skills cannot cure every disease.
Finally, after nearly an hour, Su Zhengnan and his team finished checking all the wards on the third floor.
Normally, ward rounds don't take this long; they're usually just a formality.
However, this was Su Zhengnan's first time making a ward round, so he naturally had to take it seriously.
Otherwise, if he, as the head of the department, didn't even know the condition of the patients staying in the wards under his management, he would be the subject of gossip.
There might be people talking behind his back saying that he's a good-for-nothing who got promoted through nepotism!
Didn't you hear that old man Zhao just now suspect that he got the position of department head through nepotism?
However, what the other party said doesn't seem to be wrong.
If it weren't for his relationship with his teacher and senior brother, he might not have been able to become the head of this department.
Maybe after arriving here...
It takes more than ten years of seniority to get this position!
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