Chapter 777 If the CT scan machine indicates ordinary Alzheimer's disease, then medication can be taken long-term.
But now Grandpa has a chance to get better.
However, this type of surgery involves both opportunities and risks.
At this moment, Master Fang pulled Lu Qingyang over and said, "Little Lu, look, let's slip through from here and launch a surprise attack!"
Lu Qingyang then bent down and nodded seriously: "Company Commander, this move is brilliant, the enemy definitely won't expect it."
Master Fang patted my shoulder with satisfaction, the force still faintly carrying the boldness of yesteryear.
Shen Mo brought over the bowl of medicine, and the old man would squint at her, then grin.
"A new young comrade in the cultural troupe? How about a rendition of 'Ode to the Red Plum Blossom'?"
Shen Mo put down her bowl and hummed a few lines softly. The old man listened, tapping his fingers on his knees, his gaze drifting into the distance, as if he could truly see that young girl with braids and a melodious voice.
What touches the heart most is the pair of small stones.
He would scoop up his great-grandson, who was running over to him, and hug him to his knees, stroking his soft hair: "Zhongwen, how about Dad teaches you a few words today?"
Then, holding the little stone's picture book, he pointed seriously at the picture on it and said, "This is a soldier, a soldier who protects the country."
Little Stone couldn't understand, but he liked being held by his great-grandfather and would giggle.
Lu Qingyang and Chen Mo quietly guided the whole family.
They placed the black-and-white photo of Mr. Fang wearing a military uniform and a big red flower on his chest in the most conspicuous place in the living room.
That old radio played "Shajiabang" and "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy" all day long.
At first, Grandma Fang silently shed tears, but later she slowly learned to respond.
The old man kept saying how delicious the pancakes his grandmother made were, so she actually went to make them, and pancakeed them until they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. She placed them in front of him and said, "Try them quickly, they're fresh out of the pan. You'll have plenty of energy to win battles after you've eaten your fill."
The old man took a bite, chewed, and his eyes shone with satisfaction: "Grandma still loves me the most."
That evening, she went to find her father, Fang Zhongwen.
The father and daughter sat in the study, the atmosphere heavy.
“Dad, Grandpa’s condition… You’ve seen it, Dr. Chen suggested conservative treatment, but we can’t just wait around without even knowing the exact state of his brain. Dr. Chen’s diagnosis is based on his memories from back then, and the exact location of the shrapnel and its current relationship with the surrounding tissues need to be confirmed by the latest examinations.”
Fang Zhongwen took a deep drag on his cigarette, his brows furrowed: "I understand, but going abroad... Qingyang, that's not realistic. Putting aside whether your grandfather's condition can withstand the ordeal, just the procedures alone, with their layers of approval, would take at least half a year to complete, and we also need a formal invitation letter from the hospital there."
"Going abroad is not an option, so let's find a way in China. We need to take Grandpa to a major hospital and do all the necessary tests. Major hospitals now have skull X-rays. Although we can't see the details clearly, we might be able to find some clues about the location of the shrapnel on the bones."
On the second day, Lu Qingyang and Fang Zhongwen, along with Old Master Fang, visited almost every major hospital in the capital with the necessary facilities.
At the General Hospital of the Military Region, an old expert looked at the X-ray of the head and said, "Old comrade, this thing of yours is too old and located too deep. The X-ray can only show the general outline. It's like looking at something through a thick frosted glass. The details are completely unclear."
Existing medical methods are proving inadequate in the face of Grandpa's old trauma and current cognitive state.
After returning home that evening, Lu Qingyang secretly entered the spatial dimension.
There are indeed CT scanners available for exchange, but the required supplies are extremely expensive.
After years of cycles, an ecosystem has formed in this space. There is no difference in the forest, and resources are not lacking.
놛 immediately exchanged for a CT scanner. This thing is good, but if you just take it out directly, it might scare people to death. Explaining it would be harder than climbing to heaven.
After pondering for a long time, I had an idea.
Not long after, a wooden crate with foreign language labels and containing precision instruments arrived at the General Hospital of the Military Region.
When the box was opened, the machine inside stunned the doctors who had rushed to the scene.
Everyone has seen this thing before.
The hospital leaders were both surprised and delighted. They circled the machine several times, but didn't dare to touch it.
The instructions were all in a foreign language, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, all eyes fell on the donor, Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang explained, "This is a CT scanner I brought from abroad. It can examine images inside the human body, but using it requires some training. Like X-rays, it emits some radiation..."
He patted the heavy, large circle with a hole in the middle and said it was a scanning frame. The patient lay on the mobile bed in front of it and was slowly inserted into the hole. The machine would circle around the person's head, like... like taking very thin "slice" photos of the head.
Pointing to the dazzling array of buttons on the control panel and the still-dark monitor, he explained, "This side controls the switches and adjusts the parameters, while that side controls the bed's raising and lowering, and its forward and backward movement."
Most importantly, look at this screen. Once the machine is turned on, it can display the cross-section of the human brain layer by layer, like slicing a watermelon. You can see the general outline of bones, brain tissue, abnormalities, and even things with different densities.
A young doctor below couldn't help but interject, "Then... can you examine my blood vessels?"
Lu Qingyang shook his head and said that this scan was not enough. To see the blood vessels, a more advanced machine was needed, or some medicine could be injected into the blood vessels before scanning.
This remark sparked another murmur of discussion.
It was the first time anyone had seen such an instrument. Although it was high-tech, they really didn't know how to use it.
Ultimately, the dean made the decision to immediately establish a technical team, first selecting several bright young doctors and technicians to undergo the first batch of emergency training under Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang made a condition: Shen Mo must participate in the training group.
The dean pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on Shen Mo, and nodded:
"Comrade Shen Mo is a top student at the medical school, so she must be very quick to learn. It would be good for her to learn from her; more people means more strength."
Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat.
She had seen countless pictures and descriptions of the principles of the object in the books from the future that Lu Qingyang had given her, but when this behemoth actually stood before her, the impact of the physical object that transcended time and space still made her almost hold her breath.
Lu Qingyang began explaining the key points of the operation, and Shen Mo, standing among a group of doctors in white coats, listened more attentively than anyone else.
When Lu Qingyang mentioned unfamiliar yet familiar terms like "layer thickness," "milliampere-second," and "window width and window position," the words on the books in her mind seemed to light up instantly, quickly connecting with the still-unlit monitor on the complex control panel in front of her.
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