v3 Chapter 2215： Feces transplantation (top)

"Director, how can you know this kind of thing in advance?" Su Yun said with a smile: "Try your best to fight for it, anyway, you have to do the Nobel Prize surgery. You do n’t want to throw the Tips surgery without the Nobel Prize. Not to the side. "

Su Yun was talking nonsense. Director Kong smiled when Zheng Ren refused to answer his own question.

"Just work hard. If it doesn't work, I'll talk about it later."

"Director, I think it is possible." Zheng Ren said for a few seconds, seriously.

Su Yun froze for a moment.

This should be the first time his boss has given a clear judgment in the face of the Nobel Prize. Rather than the vague and ambiguous words that doctors use the longest.

"Oh?" Director Kong became interested.

"A little happened during the execution of the mission before." Zheng Ren briefly explained the events in the Alpine castle. "Comprehending the attitude of Lanke and the insistence of Dr. Mehar, I think it is possible. Already from nothing. "

"Boss, you are too optimistic."

"Don't you hear the rich and the poor always say some gossip from Sweden?"

"I thought you had no interest in gossip."

"I'm really not interested." Zheng Rendao said, "But what I just said is not gossip, it's an analysis of objective things."

"Hey, what's the matter ..." Su Yun's words didn't finish, Zheng Ren's cell phone rang.

Zheng Ren is also very helpless. He usually has little interpersonal relationship, so even if he comes to this step, his entertainment is only gradually increasing, but he hasn't lost the skill of his avatar.

What is going on today?

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

But just standing up and knocking on the door, Ringer hurriedly pushed in.

"Director Lin, why are you so anxious?" Director Kong stood up and asked with a smile.

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

This is when I heard the ringtone of the mobile phone and followed it directly. Zheng Ren hung up the phone. "Director Lin, is there something wrong?"

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

"It's okay, you say."

"Did you know about Director Mao?" Linger closed the door and asked quietly.

"Know a little, why?"

"Director Mei came to the consultation and recommended symptomatic treatment. However, Director Mao's mother refused to take the escitalopram plan, saying that Mao Mao was depressed because of the pressure in the hospital."

What Linger said was helpless.

He is now on the cusp of the wind, watching the scenery infinite, and the pressure he is facing is also great, Zheng Ren knows.

"It happened that Dr. Lanser Payne of the National Institute of Mental Health recently communicated at Anding Hospital, and there was no way in the hospital, so he invited him."

One after another, the experts from the United States are also invited, and it is estimated that the pressure in the hospital is also very great.

"What's the situation now?" Su Yun asked.

"Dr. Lancer Payne suggests a stool transplant to treat major depression."

"..." Zheng Ren was speechless.

"That thing really works?" Su Yun said scornfully.

"Director Mei said a few words and was scolded by Mao Mao's mother, and went straight back." Linge said with a sigh.

"Director Lin, what's your purpose for coming to your boss so frantically?" Su Yun asked.

"I'm still worried ..." Ringer said, sighing.

This kind of entanglement Zheng Ren can understand, it is just a feeling, it is not clear what the road is. He smiled and said, "I'm not good at diagnosing and treating mental problems."

Linge didn't know whether Boss Zheng was telling a fact or he didn't want to care.

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

"Well." Zheng Ren nodded. "It is said that the microbiome is an environmental factor that shapes the brain through the microbiota-gut-brain axis, and mice with altered microbial communities often exhibit depression-related behaviors."

"Can that be useful?" Director Kong was speechless.

Liver transplantation, kidney transplantation, or anything else. Fecal transplantation sounds like a head transplant, and it sounds unreliable at first.

"Transplanting the gut microbiota of depressed patients into sterile mice can lead to depressive behaviors. Similarly, transplanting them into mice treated with antibiotics also showed depressive behaviors." Su Yundao.

"I always feel that this research is not reliable. There is a considerable subjective factor in how depression diagnosis is given to mice." Zheng Rendao.

"It's as if you've done experiments." Su Yun said scornfully.

"Immature technology is best not used in clinical treatment." Zheng Ren did not talk with Su Yun, but stated a fact: "the **** transplantation project still has various risks."

"What is a **** transplant?" Director Kong asked suddenly.

He understood every word that Boss Zheng said, but together they didn't understand what it meant.

According to the literal meaning, it may be a treatment method involving the intestinal flora. But this treatment is actually linked to depression, which is too weird.

Even a doctor who has been a doctor for many years will not know everything about diagnosis and treatment.

"Fecal transplants are a way to treat disease by rebuilding the intestinal flora."

Sure enough, Zheng Ren later said, as Director Kong had speculated.

"Put the **** fluid of a healthy person into the patient's intestine. The operation process needs to be implemented through strict screening and experimental protocols. In 1958, American doctors used **** water to rescue dying patients. This is a documented record in the world. The earliest case. "

"..." It was difficult for Director Kong to believe in the treatment of enemas with feces.

This kind of thing is disgusting when you think about it.

"Chinese medicine has been available for a long time," Su Yun said disdainfully. "Why are you prejudiced against this treatment?"

Zheng Ren glanced at Su Yun ~ www.novelhall.com ~ knowing what he was thinking, sighed, and said, "Huang Long Tang, listen well, think about it and feel uncomfortable. Besides, Ge Hong seems to be It's alchemy, not a doctor. What is called ground dung juice, the number of drinks is one or two liters, which is called Huanglong Tang, and Chen Jiuzhe ... "

When director Kong, a veteran of the battlefield, heard Chen Jiuzhejia, he felt slightly uncomfortable.

"And donkey vector, take the juice Wuliuhe, and Reton suit, stand! Why don't you say that."

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

The diagnosis of Director Mao's disease is getting more and more troublesome now, and no one knows what it will become in the future. It is not a disease of your own department, it is best not to manage it, and give it to the relevant experts to be the most secure.

"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 is understandable to treat intestinal flora disorders. But what is the principle for treating depression?"