Chapter 1839 Don't Forget to Take a Look at Rheumatism Immunity

Zheng Ren heard the angry scolding, and quickly walked to the door of the ward.

The special needs ward was a suite. Seeing that there was no one in the living room outside, he opened the door and went in. He poked his head out and glanced at Director Mao inside, then turned and left.

"Boss Zheng?" Linge froze for a moment.

"The diagnosis is correct." Zheng Ren said: "Director Lin, I will consult with the whole hospital tomorrow. Hemophagocytic syndrome + Sjögren's syndrome, treat these two diagnoses together."

"Uh..." Ringer hadn't realized what happened.

"Director Mao howled dryly when he cried. The lacrimal gland didn't secrete fluid, not a single tear." Zheng Ren said, "The diagnosis is very clear, Sjögren's syndrome."

Ringer had no choice but to write down this diagnosis. Tomorrow... Let's find another consultation.

Although there is competition with Director Mao, and she is recuperating at home, it is the most beneficial thing for Linge.

But after all, he is a classmate and a peer, and a feeling of sadness permeates his heart.

Before Zheng Ren returned to the office, Su Yun trotted up behind him, "Boss, there are no tears, and there are a lot of dental caries. I took a quick look and there are at least 8 dental caries, which can be judged to be rampant dental caries. Diagnosis of Sjögren's syndrome , no problem at all."

"Well, I see."

"Boss Zheng, Doctor Su, how did this problem come about?" Linger asked.

"It's caused by swearing too much, and the mouth is too bad." Su Yun said nonsense.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zheng Ren said: "The cause of Sjögren's syndrome is unknown, and there is no clear way to treat it. The main thing is to take measures to improve symptoms, control and delay the progression of tissue and organ damage caused by immune reactions and secondary symptoms. sexual infection."

Ringer sighed, life is impermanent, it really is like this.

A few months ago, Director Mao, who was still in good times and was very likely to take half a step further, fell ill one after another. Moreover, although each disease is not fatal, it is extremely troublesome.

Where do you go to reason about this kind of thing?

"Su Yun, how did you tell it was Sjögren's syndrome?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Looking at you like that, let's think about it elsewhere. If you don't understand, it's usually right to find rheumatism immunity." Su Yun said triumphantly.

"Director Mao's illness is a bit troublesome. Director Lin, don't forget to call the rheumatology department for consultation tomorrow." Zheng Ren urged.

"Oh, is it immune to rheumatism? How to treat it?"

"If the disease progresses rapidly, immunosuppressants such as cyclophosphamide and azathioprine can be used in combination."

Immunosuppressant, as soon as Ringer heard these words, he immediately thought of organ transplantation.

If you use immunosuppressants, I'm afraid it will be really troublesome. It would be better to worry about some tumors that are easier to treat. Thinking of this, Ringer's mood is a little gloomy.

"Director Lin, are you sick? Just do your best in everything." Zheng Ren said: "There is no immortal person in the world."

"Boss, if you don't say that you talk, you won't be welcomed." Su Yun said contemptuously: "It's just hemophagocytic syndrome and Sjögren's syndrome. What are you talking about here?"

"Huh..." Zheng Ren let out a long breath.

"I'm in trouble, you two." Seeing that there was nothing to do and it was getting late, Ringer said, "I'll take you home."

"No need, it's a short walk back from here." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Director Lin, how are you preparing for the academic exchange with the King's Hospital?"

"Fortunately, we are actively contacting Liver Yuan."

"Routine liver transplantation, our 912 is not bad." Zheng Ren said: "I don't know if that side will bring the technology of normal temperature liver transplantation over there."

"Don't dream." Su Yun said: "That's a cheat book. Do you have any points to expect the technology of conventional liver transplantation. If you want me to say, it's more practical to wait for the results from the medical laboratory in Qingbei."

"Furthermore, let's go back to sleep." Zheng Ren said, "Director Lin, we'll go back first."

Linge sent Zheng Ren and Su Yun away, and stood in the yard of 912, dazed for a long time.

He then called and first consulted the director of rheumatology and immunization to inquire about the situation. I asked for another phone call and called the doctor of Xiehe Rheumatology and Immunology.

After tossing, Ringer put down the phone after half an hour.

Just like Zheng Ren said, there is no good solution to Sjögren's syndrome. Moreover, what Boss Zheng said was relatively light. The director of 912 Rheumatic Immunology clearly stated that the disease may be complicated by malignant lymphoma, and relevant examinations should be done.

This person, between good and bad, there is really no place to reason.

Linge left the 912 Hospital silently, feeling melancholy.

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"Boss, do you really associate pulmonary hypertension with the possibility of something going wrong?" On the way home, Su Yun nagged unwillingly.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren said, "He has pulmonary hypertension at such a young age, so there must be something wrong. Sjögren's syndrome is not bad, but other diseases will cause even more trouble."

"Tell me, Director Mao, this should be regarded as a bad year."

"Who knows, as long as the diagnosis is clear. But what you said still makes sense. If you don't understand it, you can find rheumatism." Zheng Ren said.

"Of course!" Su Yun laughed, "This is the summary of years of rich clinical experience."

"I hope there is no malignant lymphoma." Zheng Ren sighed.

"You are a hypocrite." Su Yun said: "At that time, do you still remember how the staff member under her persuaded the patient's family to sue us?"

"It may not be Director Mao's meaning."

"Who leads what kind of soldiers? If there is no lesson learned from the past, the people under him would dare to talk like that? To tell you the truth, I really don't want to see Director Mao." Su Yun said frankly.

"Well, I don't want to see her either." Zheng Ren said, "But she's a patient after all. If you don't want to see her, don't go see her. Now that you're here, take care of her."

"Tsk tsk, if only you were in the Middle Ages." Su Yun said without beginning or end.

"The Middle Ages? Are all surgeons demons?"

"No. In the Middle Ages, diabetes was considered a sugar disease. To diagnose it, one had to taste the patient's urine." Su Yun said contemptuously, "I should really send you to the Middle Ages."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go back to sleep. I'm exhausted from this mission." Zheng Ren clasped his hands behind his back, shrugged his shoulders, and his thoracic spine creaked.

"Disorders of the thoracic facet joints can lead to various diseases."

"The truth is not what you said." Zheng Ren said casually: "As we all know, petroleum is transformed from the corpses of living things, so it is a very environmentally friendly bio-energy source. Solar energy comes from nuclear fusion, which is very dangerous nuclear energy."

"Boss, you are also a good hand at raising the bar."

"Just too lazy to talk."

In the night, the two slowly returned home.