Chapter Thirty-two: The Condition of the Disease

  There were seven or eight experts sitting in the conference room, each one mature and composed, not a single one under fifty years old. They sat together in twos and threes discussing something, and when they saw Zhuo Hongxing enter, they all stopped talking and stood up: "Old Zhuo is here!" "Old Zhuo has arrived!" After saying this to Old Zhuo, each person nodded at Zhuo Guangrong.

  From this point of view, Zhuo Guangrong also has a certain reputation in the medical field. Now it's just because Old Man Zhuo is here that he suppressed his edge.

  "What's the conclusion about Lao Zhong's illness?" Zhuo Lao sat down in the main seat of the conference room without any small talk, asking directly.

  Everyone in the room looked at me, I looked at them, but no one spoke. The truth is that the patient's condition was too unusual, and if they said something wrong or misdiagnosed it, all their years of hard work might be for nothing. So everyone looked at each other, saw that no one was speaking, and lowered their heads. Some were looking at the patient's test results, some were looking at the X-rays, and others were staring at their tea cups with great interest.

  Zhuo Lao looked at the room full of experts, who didn't even dare to make a conclusion about the patient's condition. He felt a deep sense of sorrow, but he wasn't sure if it was for the so-called experts or for the patient lying in bed.

  It's impossible for these people to not reach a conclusion, who are they? These seven or eight people are all medical experts from the Central Health Bureau, which is equivalent to the imperial physician in ancient times. In modern times, they are also authorities in their respective academic fields. Would such people be unable to reach a conclusion? Obviously not. If an ordinary person contracted this disease, I reckon that not only would a conclusion have been reached by now, but surgery would have already begun, as for whether it can be cured or not, that's not even within the scope of consideration.

  Once cured, write a big paper, 'certain' cure of a new heart disease that has recently appeared, and then write another paper to be published, who knows if you can get some kind of award.

  Sorry, it can't be cured. You've already signed the surgical consent form, and all kinds of situations that may arise during the operation are mentioned above. Even if you die, it's just a waste of death.

  Because ordinary patients are helpless, they can prescribe medicine and diagnose after just a glance. But if it's a patient with high status and power, they don't even dare to make a diagnosis, which is equivalent to saying that they have lost their medical integrity. It would be better to say that the current system forces them to do so.

  Zhuo Lao sat in the main seat of the conference room, looking at these experts who didn't seem to have any intention of speaking. He cleared his throat and said: "From all the test results, the patient's physical condition is extremely healthy! But since the patient started experiencing heart angina three months ago, this is a fact. Now please ask each expert to discuss their own views."

  The seated experts, having heard that Old Zhou had already brought up the most difficult questions they had been hesitant to ask, shifted their gaze away from the test results, films and teacups in their hands, and lifted their heads.

  Xiao Yu looked at the room full of experts, if he had any expectation of seeing these experts before, now it was deep disdain. A doctor who couldn't even do his duty as a doctor, no matter how skilled he was, couldn't be considered a good doctor, only a skilled but mediocre 'doctor'.

  Because of Zhu Hong Xing's words, a white-haired old expert in his sixties slightly furrowed his brow before slowly speaking: "I previously took Clock Old's pulse, the pulse was stable and strong, there shouldn't be any problems with the heart, as for why there is intermittent chest tightness..." The white-haired old Chinese doctor slowly shook his head at this point.

  A doctor in his 50s, sitting on the seat, held a film and said: "I have taken two heart angiograms for patients at ordinary times and when they are ill. The heart does not show any problems."

  "Ah, yes! I've done a thorough examination of the patient, and all the indicators are extremely stable and normal!" said one of the experts in his sixties.

  Upon hearing the words of the experts, Zhuo Hong Xing also furrowed his brow, this was a case he had never encountered before.

  The entire conference room fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

  Zhuo Guangrong and Xiao Ye, Zhuo Simian sat on a small stool behind Old Zhuo, quietly listening without saying anything. Xiao Ye had never seen a patient before and didn't know what to say about the illness. After looking at the test results, Zhuo Guangrong sat there quietly, not intending to make any noise.

  "It's no good, it's no good! Director, experts, the patient's heart has cramp again and even stopped suddenly!" A panicked voice sounded at the door of the meeting room that had fallen into silence.

  "Go, everyone go take a look!" Old Zhuo said and led the way out of the conference room towards the ward.

  Xiao Yu and Zhuo Si Mian followed behind the experts and also walked towards the ward.

  The first impression of entering Xiaoyu's ward is grand, the second feeling is luxurious, absolutely better than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

  The entire ICU was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. At the moment he entered the room, Xiao Yu instinctively glanced at the inner room. The inner room covered an area of over 100 square meters, with all kinds of equipment being very complete. Several nurses were performing emergency treatment beside a 70-year-old thin old man who was lying on the hospital bed with a painful expression.

  The outer space is divided into two areas, one side is like a living room and the other side is like a reception hall, each occupying about 150 square meters.

  A dozen or so men and women were sitting on the sofa in the living room, waiting anxiously. When they saw the experts coming in, these dozen or so men and women all surrounded them.

  Xiao Yu stood behind the crowd, looking at these people. These should be the patients' families, right? Looking at them one by one, they were all dressed in luxury, with a youthful arrogance that was overwhelming, and those who were older were all calm and reserved. Maybe it's because they're used to giving orders, but each of them had an air of superiority about them.

  "Uncle Zhuo, you've arrived. Everything is in your hands now!" A man in his fifties, seemingly the leader of these family members, stepped forward and bowed slightly to Zhu Hongxing, who led a group of experts into the room.

  Zhuo Hongxing heard the man's words and slightly shook his head, saying: "Jianguo, Lao Zhong's illness is very strange, I've never encountered it before, I will do my best!"

  "In short, I'm counting on you, Uncle Zhuo!" The man bowed deeply again.

  Zhuo Hongxing didn't say a word, patted the man's shoulder and turned around to walk into the ward.