"The conditions in the rural areas were really bad back then. It has improved slightly over the years, but it is not possible." Mr. Huang felt a little sad when he talked about this.

Zhou Congwen immediately said, "Boss, you will get better soon."

"Hehe." Old Huang smiled, a little helpless.

He can pass on his experience of mucor infection caused by mucor in the wall mud, and treating amphotericin B to Zhou Congwen.

It seems useless, but this experience may save one or two lives in the future.

But experience is just experience. Mr. Huang has no ability to change the sanitation conditions at the grassroots level in China. Similar things will still happen in the future.

Although he is much better now than when he was younger, Huang Lao is not satisfied and wants to be better.

Zhou Congwen thought about it and saw that the boss was not in a very high mood, so he changed the topic and said, "Boss, when I was in the Third Hospital of Jianghai City, I met a patient, a young man, who was 24 or 25 years old, and came to the hospital for treatment due to toothache."

"Toothache is not a disease, it's really fatal to hurt." Huang Lao said, "When I had a toothache, I wanted to pick up a stone and chisel the teeth off."

Listening to the simple and direct description of his boss, Zhou Congwen smiled, "Boss, was he young?"

"It's not young anymore." Mr. Huang obviously didn't want to continue. Zhou Congwen understood what the boss meant. He continued, "The young man had a toothache, and half of his face was swollen. He issued a hospitalization bill at that time, but he felt that it was just a toothache. He would be almost done when he went home to take antibiotics for a few days."

"When he couldn't stand it and wanted to be hospitalized, the situation changed extremely badly, and there were bacteremia and other things. Our third hospital had no ICU at that time, so he could only be sent to the People's Hospital."

"I heard that the patient had been lying in the ICU in the People's Hospital for 20 days and pulled all the few dialysis machines for him to use."

"Are you alive?" asked Mr. Huang.

"Well, I'm alive." Zhou Congwen said, "I'll die forever. If you want to talk about infection... By the way, do you know that the chance of incision after appendicitis surgery is much smaller?"

"I know, one is related to the conditions in the operating room and the doctor's sterile consciousness. In the past, there were no sterile conditions for cutting the appendix on the kang. The room was covered with dust, and it was impossible to get sterile even if it was sterile."

Zhou Congwen was a little curious and wanted to ask the boss how many cases of appendix surgery he had done to cut the kang, but the boss continued to talk to himself.

"And so, it's the application of antibiotics. Look at what antibiotics are used today."

Zhou Congwen smiled and said, "Everyone understands antibiotics." Although the boss was dissatisfied, he didn't say much about this, and Zhou Congwen also understood it."

"By the way." Mr. Huang didn't seem to want to say more about antibiotics. Even Mr. Huang thought it was a bit tricky in similar situations, so he immediately changed the topic.

"What's wrong with the boss."

"I went there for consultation. When I diagnosed the hair enzyme, I saw a young patient in the next bed, who was less than 30 years old." Huang Lao said, "After the consultation, I used amphotericin B and chatted with their ICU hospitalization for a while."

"In hospitalization always says that this young man is a model for dying."

"I am living in ICU at such a young age, is it a drink?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"He was cardia cancer, and he had an operation in the Affiliated Hospital of the Imperial Medical University. The doctor who was the first to perform surgery personally explained the condition to the patient's family, saying that the younger the cancer is, the higher the malignancy."

"Because it was discovered early, the operation was very successful, and there was no chemotherapy after the operation. The physical examination was once every three months, and after five years, no other spread or new lesions were found. It can basically be said that they were cured."

"I'm so lucky." Zhou Congwen nodded.

"The patient himself was also scared and was always very obedient. In today's words, he was very good at taking care of his health. After five years of knowing that he had recovered, he became happy and asked his friends to eat and drink. The first time he was hospitalized was because he ate too much, which led to pancreatitis."

"..." Zhou Congwen tsk twice. It is not uncommon for patients who escaped from death but returned to the tiger's mouth by themselves.

"But that person's luck was indeed good. In a few days, the explosive pancreatitis was cured. Icu's hospitalization always told me that the patient himself seemed to think he was born with a good life and could not die at all; or perhaps he was walking too much on the verge of life and death and didn't care at all."

"He started to go to nightclubs with his friends every day, and he couldn't even wait the next day. He went to have fun on the night of discharge."

"That night?" Zhou Congwen was surprised, "Just used up antibiotics?"

"Well, the disulfiram reaction was almost dead." Old Huang nodded, "but he was rescued."

Zhou Congwen was a little surprised, "There is another time?"

"A few days later, the patient went to the nightclub again, but he drank too much and fell asleep in the corner. His friends didn't care. When they were about to leave, they found that he vomited, sucked, and the person was exhausted."

"..." Zhou Congwen sighed.

Just as the boss said, this is to commit suicide by yourself or to commit suicide by changing styles.

"Sent to the hospital, people were rescued, but although they were still there with a ventilator in one breath, they were already brain dead. The existing science and technology said they could not be saved."

"Boss, how is the level of the chest department in the face?" Zhou Congwen asked.

...

...

Just as he was chatting with his boss, he encountered a big problem on the "that side".

The director of the Department of Thoracic Surgery of Imperial Medical University looked at the family of the patient who was crying in front of him and was helpless.

The last time the patient's family cried like this was a few years ago, when he was a professor in charge of the group.

The same situation appeared before my eyes, as if it had happened again in the past, which made the thoracic director a little dazed, as if nothing had changed.

The patient's family has a pair of twin sons. A few years ago, my brother discovered a chest tumor. The tumor progressed very quickly and the operation was not ideal. The person disappeared soon after the operation.

It was judged that this was a SZ-derived tumor with a very high degree of malignancy.

This tumor is quite sensitive to chemoradiotherapy and can be cured normally. However, the patient discovered it relatively late and had lost the possibility of cure.

After that, my parents were very concerned about taking the rest of my younger brother for examination every few months to avoid abnormalities and loss of treatment opportunities.

They were cautious, walking on thin ice, hoping that it would be fine, but bad luck still came.

One month ago, during a physical examination, the young patient found that there was a lung nodule about 0.8×1cm in the upper lobe of the left lung. Because it was too small, the thoracic director asked the patient to observe and review it after three months.

But the young patient didn't even have a month to survive, let alone for three months.

After returning home, he kept coughing and showed symptoms of being unable to lie flat half a month later. When the re-examination was conducted, the nodules had grown wildly to 23×18.6cm!
Chapter completed!