"Old Huang..." The leader of the health care team agreed. Although he was still doubtful about Mr. Huang's diagnosis, he nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with Mr. Huang's statement.

"Old Huang." One person raised his hand and asked.

"Xiao Mo, you said."

"It's not bad if anhydrous ethanol is injected. What should I do if it is a rare malignant tumor."

"That's better than being helpless." Huang Lao said, "The malignant tumor in the pancreas itself does not last long. If the surgery is done, the chance of getting it is not high."

Mr. Huang started to talk about the patient's own status.

No one wanted to sleep this time, and all the doctors present pricked up their ears to listen to Mr. Huang’s opinions and suggestions.

A consultation that leaves all doctors helpless can solve the problem of injecting 2ml of alcohol, which sounds like a fantasy.

Everyone thinks that Huang Lao’s treatment plan can work, but after all, they have never seen it, and people are still a little nervous.

After 10 minutes, Mr. Huang finished speaking.

"My treatment plan is over. It is recommended to use surgical and conservative treatment as an alternative, and the patient's family and everyone will make a collective decision."

Although no one knows whether this method works, the worst thing is to inject 2ml of alcohol.

"By the way", you can also perform pathological tissue puncture biopsy to see the specific nature of the patient's insulinoma.

Soon, both the patients' families and the health care team all chose the treatment plan for alcohol injection.

No one has a better way, and this is also the meaning of asking Huang Lao to come when things are about to come.

Jiang is still so spicy, so Mr. Huang took action and came up with a feasible solution, which made the experts present ashamed.

"Old Huang, are you here to operate?" asked respectfully.

"I won't go." Old Huang smiled slightly, "I'll stay here tonight."

The leader of the health care team knew that Mr. Huang was worried about problems at night, so he had to stay in the coach's mansion to take care of him.

Mr. Huang is about to celebrate his birthday, he is about to be 81 years old, and he has been retired for more than 20 years. Can he still operate it?

He wanted to be polite, but after all, he had never seen a similar operation. Although it was not a big problem in theory, it was just a theory.

"The surgery won't happen, I'll just follow and take a look." Huang Lao said, "It's very simple, don't be too stressful."

"Thank you for your hard work, then I'll arrange a room for you and call you if you have something to do." said the leader of the health care team, "Do you think it's okay?"

"Can."

"By the way, Mr. Huang, don't go to it. You are the top expert in ultrasound endoscopy." said the leader of the health care team, "Why do you always do ultrasound?"

"I can't say it's top-notch, I haven't done it for a long time." Old Huang smiled slightly.

After a few words of politeness, Mr. Huang decided to operate ultrasound and guide the puncture. A top young and strong expert conducted the puncture, injected alcohol and performed a pathological tissue puncture biopsy.

After the consultation was over, the treatment plan was decided, and the patient and the patient's family agreed that someone was busy, and experts from other health care groups chatted in groups of three or three, waiting for treatment.

"I thought about the method Huang Lao said carefully and it is indeed feasible."

"I'm ashamed to say that I have never squatted in the medical record room for too long. I didn't expect Mr. Liu to do research on this disease."

"Is it really useful? That's the pancreas. Will the strong stimulation of alcohol cause acute pancreatitis?"

Some people questioned it.

They are all experts in the industry and have considered many complications, so this question is more reasonable.

"Do you have any other way?"

"No."

"Among all treatments, the least damage is the puncture treatment guided by B-ultrasound, but I don't know how the effect is."

"It depends on the situation, I still have reservations."

"That's Mr. Huang."

"I remember when I first entered the health care team, Mr. Huang was the team leader. He said that there is no god in medical treatment, and all treatment plans have a low probability of time, so it is normal to question it."

Mr. Huang didn't know about other people's conversations. Because of his older relationship, the leader of the health care team specially found a single room for Mr. Huang to rest.

When Mr. Huang was alone in the room, the old look she had before was gone, as if she was dozens of years younger.

When he picked up his phone, Mr. Huang didn't look at the buttons, and he pressed a series of numbers.

"Zhou Congwen, how about the young patient?" asked Mr. Huang.

"Fortunately, I'm doing brain protection. I'll look at it all night and look at the current situation. I guess I'll wake up early tomorrow morning." Zhou Congwen said, "Boss, where are you."

Huang Lao briefly explained the situation on this side.

Zhou Congwen on the other side of the phone was very quiet.

"Zhou Congwen, do you have any opinions or suggestions?" asked Mr. Huang.

"Boss, is it so heavy to stick to it?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"If the adhesion is severe, pancreatitis will be associated with postoperative necrosis, and I know." Huang Lao Youyou said, "Are there any other opinions?"

"I recommend using iodized oil and 99% anhydrous alcohol to mix it into a solution at a ratio of 1:1. The treatment effect will not change, but the irritation will be smaller, and the chance of complications will be reduced from 27% to 3.6%.

Old Huang was stunned.

He was silent for a while, constructed the way Zhou Congwen said in his mind, and nodded slightly after a long time, "I understand, do you have any suggestions?"

"It's gone, boss." Zhou Congwen smiled, "I'm going well, please pay more attention to your health."

"See you tomorrow."

Mr. Huang hung up the phone, sat in a chair, and looked out the window.

Night has fallen, and neon lights are flashing outside the window.

With the development of the imperial capital, light pollution has become heavier and heavier. It has been more than ten or twenty years since I looked up and couldn't see the stars in the sky.

Although the sky was dark and the stars were blocked by light pollution, and the bright galaxy was not visible, Huang Lao still looked at the sky.

After a long time, he murmured, "Is the iodized oil and anhydrous alcohol matched in a ratio of 1:1? Zhou Congwen, this kid..."

His voice gradually lowered until it was almost gone, and gradually became silly and whispered.

When he thought of Zhou Congwen, the light in Huang Lao's eyes seemed to be a little brighter, like a star in the sky.

After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Huang's mouth.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

"Old Huang."

"Let's go in." Huang Lao said lightly.

The health care team leader pushed the door and came in, "It's ready, you..."

"Prepare a solution of iodized oil and anhydrous alcohol, and the configuration ratio is 1:1." Huang Laodao.

"Oh." The health care team leader nodded.

He thought this was a little secret from Mr. Huang. He did not mention such details during the consultation, and it was nothing in the end.

But he didn't notice the expression on Mr. Huang's face and was very pleased, as if he saw his children and grandchildren's future.

The process of injecting anhydrous alcohol was very smooth, so simple that it made other health care experts stunned.

"It's over." Old Huang hung his head up and glanced at the others.
Chapter completed!