Chapter 1013 Eat a Piece of Candy

Zheng Ren took the film bag, took out the film first, and inserted it into the film reader.

The 3D reconstruction of the head is clear and clear, much clearer than ordinary CT.

"Director Kong, our judgment is correct," Zheng Ren said.

"En." Director Kong looked at the film and nodded.

It really wasn't a malignant intracranial tumor, Director Kong had already figured it out. As for what the disease is, I still have no idea.

Zheng Ren looked at it carefully for a few more minutes before taking out various test sheets and flipping through them one by one.

As I judged before, the patient's urine galactose test found that the urine sugar was positive, the glucose oxidase method was negative, and the paper chromatography identified it as galactose.

The blood galactose concentration was measured, and the normal concentration was 110-194 μmol/L, but the patient’s blood galactose concentration increased and reached 561 μmol/L.

Combined with the results of other laboratory tests, Zheng Ren determined that the patient's disease was galactosemia.

Director Kong came over, glanced at the test sheet, and then smiled and avoided.

The interventional department is not a relevant department for this kind of inspection, and it cannot be done every few years or even decades.

Even as the chief director of the interventional department, Director Kong is not omniscient, he can see all kinds of diseases, and can understand all laboratory tests.

It's not like the monster Zheng Ren.

Director Kong didn't show any timidity, just sat on the chair and watched the film, comparing it with the previous head CT film.

After the 3D reconstruction, the so-called space-occupying became more obvious, and it showed more clearly that there was only edema in the brain and a small amount of crystalline substances.

It's definitely not a space occupation, it's a misdiagnosis by the local hospital.

Fortunately, there was no surgery. If it was opened, no tumor could be found, which would be a big deal. When the time comes, the patient will be greatly traumatized, and the doctor will also be waxed.

However, this film is indeed easy to misdiagnose. Director Kong knew that without Zheng Ren, he could only vaguely judge that it might not be a malignant intracranial tumor. As for the specifics, he had no clue.

Of course, he would not easily judge that the local hospital made a wrong diagnosis, unlike Zheng Ren, who directly wrote what tests were needed.

Is blood galactose measured? Director Kong recalled the inspection, but his mind went blank. Look at Sun Ming... Dean Sun has quit clinical work a long time ago, and he doesn't know about it.

Waiting for Boss Zheng to give the answer, Director Kong simply didn't think about it, and didn't even bother to find out what the blood galactose concentration measurement does on the Internet.

This is not a fault of the Intervention Department. I am so old, and it doesn't make sense to learn so much.

After more than ten minutes, Zheng Ren combined abdominal B-ultrasound, liver CT, head CT 3D reconstruction, and many blood test results to finally come up with a definite answer.

"Dean Sun, the patient has galactosemia." Zheng Ren said.

Sun Ming knew these words together, but he didn't understand them at all if they were regarded as a disease.

He still knows what galactose is, but he certainly doesn't know what galactosemia is.

"That... Boss Zheng..." Sun Ming swallowed, and said vaguely, "Please explain to me."

"This is a toxic clinical metabolic syndrome with increased blood galactose. Congenital defects in any of the three related enzymes in galactose metabolism can cause galactosemia and related symptoms." Zheng Ren explained Said: "The patient's condition is relatively mild..."

When he said this, Sun Ming was speechless.

Judging from the patient's condition, all healthy young people have mental retardation. Is this relatively mild? If it is heavy, what will it do?

"Generally speaking, it is common in infants and young children, and the treatment effect will not be very good. But the onset is only in adults, which proves that the congenital enzyme defect is very mild and can be corrected with measures such as oral sugar."

"Oral sugar?" Sun Ming was completely confused. What does this mean?

"Now you can give a high-sugar tube to increase the sugar content in the patient's blood. Then, as long as you eat more sugar, you can correct the symptoms of galactosemia. But if you want to completely treat it, there is no good way with existing technology."

"By the way, fresh plasma should be fine too. But there seems to be a limit to transfusion of plasma now, so just give some glucose, and the effect will be seen soon." Zheng Ren said.

With such a serious illness, the whole family thought about giving up treatment, but how could it be cured by giving some glucose? Is this a joke or is it serious?

"Zheng...Boss Zheng, are you serious?" Sun Ming asked in surprise.

When Director Kong heard what he said, he immediately became unhappy.

"Old Sun, what are you talking about?" Director Kong scolded.

Although Director Kong didn't know what galactosemia was, he believed in Zheng Ren.

This kind of trust has been accumulated continuously, rather than blind trust due to the identity of the Nobel Prize candidate.

Director Kong immediately picked up the landline, called the nurse station, and found an old nurse with good skills to come in with a sterile tray.

50% glucose 20ml, intravenous injection.

After more than ten minutes, the young man's expression began to come alive. He seemed to have had a big dream, astonished at how he was here.

This is the plot of ordinary TV dramas, but the young people did not ask where they are, why they are here, and what happened.

When he saw the white clothes, he immediately realized that he was sick and came to see a doctor.

"Is it better?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Okay...okay..." The young man's stuttering still exists, and there are some nervous factors.

"The vision problem will not be relieved so quickly for the time being, but the lack of blood and oxygen in the brain has been initially relieved." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Erba, who am I?" The middle-aged man asked tentatively.

"You...you are my second...no, my third uncle." The young man replied.

"Second baby!" The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of phlegm, and he couldn't say a word.

"Uncle, I..." The young man still stumbled a bit when he spoke, but he could see that his mind was much better than the dazed state when he came in.

"It's okay, it's okay." The middle-aged man wiped his eyes with his sleeve, touched the young man's head, then stood in front of Zheng Ren seriously, and bowed deeply.

"You're welcome." Zheng Ren said.

"This is the grace of your life." The middle-aged man was grateful.

"It's a small matter." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "When you go back, eat more sugar. But you must control the amount, and don't cause severe diabetes because of this."

"Yeah, I know, I know." The middle-aged man responded hastily.

After a few more polite words, Sun Ming asked, "Boss Zheng, do you have time tonight? Have a meal together?"

"No." Zheng Ren said with a smile: "I still have surgery tomorrow, go to bed early tonight, another day, another day."

It seems that it is true that he went to the United States to make flying knives, and Boss Zheng was very modest and didn't say where he went.

Immediately, Sun Ming's affection for Zheng Ren increased greatly.