Chapter 2215

"Director, how can such a thing be known in advance?" Su Yun said with a smile, "try your best. Anyway, you have to do all the operations that won't win the Nobel Prize. It's not that you'll throw the tips operation aside without winning the Nobel Prize."

Su Yun was talking a bolt. Director Kong smiled when he saw that Zheng Ren didn't answer his question.

"Just work hard. If you can't do it, we'll talk about it then."

"Director, I think it's possible." Zheng Ren was silent for a few seconds and said seriously.

Su Yun was stunned.

This should be the first time that the boss gave a clear judgment in the face of the Nobel Prize. Instead of the vague and ambiguous words that doctors say in the longest way.

"Oh?" Director Kong is interested.

"Something happened during the previous mission." Zheng Ren simply explained the things in the ancient castle in the Alps again, "based on the current attitude of LANCO company and Dr. mehar's insistence, I think the possibility has come from scratch."

"Boss, you are so optimistic."

"Haven't you heard that rich people always gossip about Sweden?"

"I thought you weren't interested in gossip."

"I'm really not interested." Zheng Ren said, "but what I just said is not gossip, but the analysis of objective things."

"Hey, what are you talking about..." before Su Yun finished, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.

Zheng Ren is also very helpless. He seldom has interpersonal communication, so even if he comes to this step, his entertainment is only gradually increasing, but he doesn't let himself be separated and lack of skills.

What happened today.

He took out his cell phone, saw it was ringer, made a gesture and wanted to go out to answer the phone.

But as soon as he got up and knocked on the door, ringer hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Director Lin, why is it so urgent?" Director Kong stood up and asked with a smile.

"Director Kong, are you busy?" Linge hurriedly said hello and looked at Zheng Ren.

This is to hear the cell phone ring and directly follow the sound. Zheng Ren hung up his cell phone, "director Lin, what's up?"

"Boss Zheng, is it convenient for you?" Ringer asked carefully.

"It's all right, you said."

"Do you know about Director Mao?" Ringer closed the door and whispered.

"Know a little, how?"

"Director Mei came for consultation and suggested symptomatic treatment. But Director Mao's mother refused to take escitalopram, saying that Maomao was depressed because of too much pressure in the hospital."

Ringer said very helpless.

He is now on the cusp of the storm, looking at the boundless scenery and facing great pressure. Zheng Ren knows.

"Just recently, Dr. Lancer Payne of the National Institute of mental health of the United States communicated at Anding Hospital. The hospital couldn't help it, so he was invited."

One after another, American experts were invited, and it is estimated that the pressure in the hospital is also great.

"What's going on now?" Su Yun asked.

"Dr. Lancer Penn recommends fecal transplantation for the treatment of major depression."

"...." Zheng Ren was stunned and speechless.

"Is that really useful?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Director Mei said a few words and was scolded by Maomao's mother. She went back angrily." Ringer sighed.

"Director Lin, what's your purpose to come to the boss in such a hurry?" Su Yun asked.

"I... still worry." Ringer was tangled in his heart and sighed.

This kind of entanglement Zheng Ren can understand is just a feeling. It's unclear. He smiled and said, "I'm not good at mental diagnosis and treatment."

Linge doesn't know whether boss Zheng is stating a fact or whether he doesn't want to care.

"Fecal transplantation? Treatment of depression?" Director Kong asked in surprise.

"Yes." Zheng Ren nodded. "It is said that the microbiota is an environmental factor that can shape the brain through the microbiota gut brain axis, and mice with changed microbiota usually show depression related behavior."

"Can that help?" Director Kong was speechless.

Liver transplantation, kidney transplantation or something can be imagined. Fecal transplantation sounds like a head transplantation. It's unreliable.

"Transplanting the intestinal microbiota of depressed patients into sterile mice can lead to depressive behavior. Similarly, transplanting it into mice treated with antibiotics can also lead to depressive behavior." Su yundao.

"I always think this study is unreliable. There are quite subjective factors in how to diagnose depression in mice." Zheng Rendao.

"It's like you've done an experiment." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Immature technology is best not to be used in clinical treatment." Zheng Ren did not contradict Su Yun, but stated a fact: "the fecal transplantation project itself still has various risks."

"What is fecal transplantation?" Director Kong asked in amazement.

He understood every word boss Zheng said, but together he didn't understand what it meant.

Literally, it may be a treatment involving intestinal flora. But it's strange that this treatment should be associated with depression.

Even an old doctor for many years will not be clear about any diagnosis and treatment.

"Fecal transplantation is a way to treat diseases by rebuilding the intestinal flora."

Sure enough, as director Kong guessed, Zheng Ren said later.

"Pour the treated fecal fluid of healthy people into the intestines of patients. The operation process needs to be implemented through strict screening and experimental schemes. In 1958, American doctors saved dying patients with infection with fecal water, which is the earliest recorded case in the world."

"..." director Kong is hard to believe in the treatment of enema with feces.

It's disgusting to think about such a thing.

"It has been in traditional Chinese medicine for a long time, okay?" Su Yun said disdainfully, "Why are you biased against this treatment?"

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun and knew what he was thinking. He sighed and said, "Huanglong soup sounds good. It's uncomfortable to think about it. Besides, Ge Hong seems to be an alchemist, not a doctor. What's the so-called twisted dung juice? It's called Huanglong soup. Chen Jiu is better..."

Director Kong, a veteran of the battlefield, felt slightly uncomfortable when he heard Chen Jiuzhe Jia.

"And donkey arrows, wringing juice, five or six combinations, and hot clothes, stand still! Why don't you say that."

"...." Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun helplessly and knew what he meant.

The disease diagnosis of Director Mao has become more and more troublesome. No one knows what will happen in the future. It's not the disease of your own department. You'd better not take care of it and hand it over to relevant experts for safest treatment.

"It is also recorded in the compendium of Materia Medica." Su Yun continued.

"But that..."

"Don't say that. I can't stand it." Director Kong smiled bitterly, "it's understandable to treat intestinal flora imbalance. But what's the principle of treating depression?"