Chapter 2743

Zheng Ren opened his eyes again and saw Johannes Mandy yelling on the phone. Just Mandy's figure is a little blurred, or double.

After a few seconds, the two figures slowly joined together, which was a little better.

"I'm awake. It's okay." Zheng Ren said softly.

As soon as I spoke, it was like a small knife stirring in my head. It was a mass of paste, which was terrible.

Zheng Ren suddenly realized that he was still alive!

Even alive... At the last moment of unconsciousness, I vaguely saw the shaping treatment of bronchial mucus overflow related to lung adenocarcinoma. The huge data seemed to break my mind, and then fainted directly.

It's good to be alive. Zheng Rengang wants to recall the treatment of bronchial mucus overflow related to lung adenocarcinoma. There are countless Venus in front of him. He was smashed by an invisible hammer and almost fainted again.

"Zheng! Are you okay?" Mandy yelled, "I told Lord Kerry about you."

"I'm fine." Zheng Ren is so gentle that he can't even say a word out loud.

"My God, seeing your changes... Zheng, I think you need a rest." Mandy said repeatedly.

Do you need to rest? Zheng Ren touched it with his hand and found himself lying on the ground. It is estimated that it happened when he just fell down.

Now he can't rest. Zheng Ren is worried that he will sleep for 24-48 hours after he goes to sleep and replenishes his energy.

It doesn't matter to yourself. As long as you haven't been sucked into adults, your energy value can recover slowly. As for the sequelae left behind, it is not something we can think of now.

But small stones can't.

"Don't move yet." Zheng Ren whispered.

Mandy was stunned, but didn't dare to disobey a doctor's "doctor's advice".

Overcome dizziness, countless paste in his mind, and many discomfort after mental exhaustion, Zheng Ren tried to recall what he had just seen with the "real eye".

More than ten minutes later, Zheng Rencai regretfully found that he was only exposed to the symptomatic treatment of bronchial mucus overflow related to lung adenocarcinoma. How can the rest be cured... He didn't remember at all.

The energy value was exhausted and fainted. I didn't see that part of the truth. Things are incomparable. They pay a huge price, but they don't get the corresponding benefits. But now he didn't even have the strength to swear. He whispered, "Mr. Mandy."

Johannes Mandy immediately came up and asked with concern, "Zheng."

"Octreotide, 25" μ G / h, micro pump intravenous administration. " Zheng Ren said softly.

Mandy looked at Zheng Ren suspiciously. Octreotide? This seems to be a drug for gastroenterology. Why should it be used for a patient with lung cancer?

"Zheng, I think what you need now is rest." Johannes Mandy said anxiously, "your patient is in better condition than you. Wait until you recover."

"No, I have no problem now. Octreotide, give it now!" Zheng Ren uttered a paragraph with all his strength, then his head twisted like a knife, and he didn't faint.

"..." Johannes Mandy was speechless.

It is an octapeptide derivative of synthetic natural somatostatin. Its pharmacological action is similar to that of somatostatin, but the action lasts longer.

This drug has a variety of physiological activities, such as inhibiting growth hormone and thyrotropin; It can inhibit the secretion of gastric acid, pancreatic enzyme, glucagon and insulin.

In addition, it can also reduce gastric movement and gallbladder emptying, inhibit the secretion of cholecystokinin trypsin, reduce pancreatic secretion, and have a direct protective effect on pancreatic parenchymal cell membrane.

Clinically, octreotide is suitable for acromegaly, preventing postoperative complications of pancreas and alleviating symptoms and signs related to gastrointestinal endocrine tumors.

The most important role is to treat acute pancreatitis, but now there are 16 peptide drugs, octreotide is not the first choice.

Because Zheng Ren insisted that bota hospital and Johannes Mandy could not refuse either out of respect for doctors or for their own lives.

Mandy asked someone to send Zheng Ren to rest. Zheng Ren repeated his previous words again, and then fell asleep.

Octreotide, 25 with a micropump μ G / h, this treatment is really too simple.

It's Dr. Zheng's random guess that in order to avoid patients losing a lot of body fluids and complicated digestive system disorders, Johannes Mandy.

"Mr. Mandy, this doctor's order is nonsense." An invited diagnostic expert said.

"Dr. Carl, the patient is Zheng. He has the right to do everything he wants." Johannes Mandy doesn't care whether the doctor's order is correct or not. What he needs to care about is Zheng Ren's satisfaction and Christian's satisfaction.

Being responsible to the financier is the only thing Johannes Mandy has to do, whether it's drug research or anything else.

It goes without saying how important Dr. Zheng is to the gold Lord.

Old Roche, who hasn't left the castle for decades, went to the imperial capital twice a year. This time, Zheng threw him in the imperial capital. He came directly to see the patient.

For a moment, Johannes Mandy even began to suspect that the little patient was the illegitimate son of Dr. Zheng.

If it weren't for his son, who would throw old Roche aside, fly thousands of miles, and even faint in the ward.

Johannes Mandy knew that he seemed to have guessed the truth. He prayed silently that Dr. Zheng could not be anything, and that little patient could not be anything!

If Dr. Zheng's illegitimate son dies like this, he may or may not be angry with bota hospital. No, I have to read all kinds of medical documents again and review them more carefully!

In Mandy's opinion, Dr. Zheng's illegitimate son won't live long.

No matter whether Dr. Zheng will be angry in the end, he should be prepared. Thinking of this, Johannes Mandy said, "Dr. Carl, you take care of this little patient."

"I suggest..."

"No, I don't need your advice now. All treatment is carried out according to Dr. Zheng's advice." Johannes Mandy said with certainty.

Then he left in a hurry. First he went to see Dr. Zheng, and then he took someone to sort out the medical records of Xiaoshi.

Dr. Carl shrugged. What Johannes Mandy just said was the simplest way for him.

"Poor little fellow." Dr. Carl whispered in German.

The small stone with countless pipes and machines such as ventilator to maintain vital signs has been quickly crushed into powder by the disease.

Carl believes that the death of this small patient is only a matter of time, and there is no value in treating him. And Dr. Zheng's medication is very unprofessional. Is it just octreotide? It's a joke.