Crohn's disease is a very rare digestive disease, and Zhao Chuanyang has only heard of it, and it is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

"When did you find out about this disease? ”

"About ten years. ”

Decade?

Looking at his case, he should be moderately circumferential in Crohn's disease, and has been treated with glucocorticoids, but the effect of treatment is not very good.

But if he wants to treat this disease, he should go to the Department of Gastroenterology, how can he come to the outpatient department of his own department?

The nurse whispered that the patient insisted on letting him be treated, but he didn't listen to what he said, so she brought him here, probably because she heard about Zhao Chuanyang's reputation and wanted to give it a try.

"I'm sorry, because Crohn's disease is mainly controlled by medication, surgery is generally performed when medication is ineffective or there are complications, and surgery can have little effect, so I recommend that you continue to take medication. ”

He probably wanted to let himself operate on him, but Zhao Chuanyang knew that the operation had little effect on Crohn's disease, and she felt that there was no need for surgery.

Zhang Sheng smiled, Zhao Chuanyang's judgment was correct.

"Because I have been taking hormone drugs for a long time, my body has developed drug resistance, and the control effect of the drugs is far less than before, so I want to have surgery. ”

"Are you really that insistent?"

Zhao Chuanyang looked at his hands, which had slender fingers, like the hands of a pianist.

Zhang Sheng looked at the scalpel that Zhao Chuanyang put on the table: "I used to be a doctor. ”

"Oh?"

No wonder he knew so much about his condition.

"I know very well what my body is doing, so I have to have surgery. Zhang Sheng smiled, "Doctor Zhao, you are a famous doctor, I think the opportunity to see Crohn's disease is not available to every doctor, don't you want to try it on me?"

For a doctor who wants to constantly improve his medical skills, the temptation of this difficult case to a doctor is like a gambler having an opportunity to increase his stakes in a casino.

Indeed, such an opportunity may have been missed, and it will not be again.

"Can you lend me this scalpel?"

Zhang Sheng looked at Zhao Chuanyang's scalpel, which looked different from ordinary scalpels.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and take it, but Zhao Chuanyang stopped him.

"I'm sorry, but since you've been a doctor before, you should know how important a scalpel is to a doctor. ”

The scalpel is the doctor's gun, a very personal thing.

"It's me who is abrupt. ”

Zhang Sheng stood up, his illness had been made very clear, as for whether to operate on himself, it depended on Zhao Chuanyang's meaning, he could give him a few days to think about it.

"I await your good news. ”

Zhao Chuanyang looked at Zhang Sheng's case a little distracted, he was right, this kind of opportunity is really rare.

On the table, facing all kinds of medicines, Zhang Sheng poured some out of the bottle and stuffed those medicines into his mouth, so many medicines were like eating, he was used to it.

Some of these medicines are more expensive than gold.

"Boss, where have you been today, the brothers are worried about you. ”

"What are you worried about me, worried that I'm dying out there betraying the secrets of the Order?"

The fat man hurriedly said: "What did you say, I'm not worried about your body." ”

Seeing that he had just taken the medicine, the fat man graciously handed over a glass of water.

Zhang Sheng drank the water and quickly became a little more comfortable, he looked down at the big gold chain around his neck, he used to think that this kind of thing was in the dirt, only the nouveau riche would engage in this kind of thing on the body, and the hospital could not wear jewelry when working.

But now, when I am with this group of people, if I don't get something on my body, I seem out of place with them.

"Boss, as I said above, let's hurry up and transfer, and see if we should also ....... ”

"I know what to do. ”

Zhang Sheng glared at the fat man and said that he was tired and needed to rest.

Closing the door, the fat man spat on the ground disdainfully, what kind of big-tailed wolf, isn't he just a sick man, if he hadn't seen that he was a doctor, and they had to rely on him to take organs, they wouldn't have listened to Zhang Sheng's words.

It's also strange at the top, why should you believe such a fool.

"Why are you absent-minded today, isn't your work going well?" Li Mengyu asked, he had called Zhao Chuanyang several times, but he didn't seem to hear his words.

"Oh, nothing, just thinking about a patient. ”

Li Mengyu, a patient who can make Chunyang care about the first knife, is also very curious, so he casually asked what kind of disease this person is.

"I've never heard of Crohn's disease. ”

Zhao Chuanyang patiently explained this disease to Li Mengyu, and said that because the current medical research on this disease is not very thorough, there is no particularly effective treatment for the time being, and it can only barely maintain life with drug control.

The patient needs to take the medicine all the time, and just like Zhang Sheng's current situation, he doesn't know when the body will start to immunize the effect of the drug, so he has to find another way, and if he is unlucky, he is likely to die.

Crohn's disease alone is not fatal, but there are many complications of its causes.

Complete intestinal obstruction, acute perforation, and uncontrollable hemorrhage can kill in a very short period of time.

The drugs used to treat this disease are also very expensive, and the average person simply cannot afford to take them.

"Then this man is so pitiful, can we help him?"

Li Mengyu felt that people with this disease must be very painful.

Zhao Chuanyang said: "I can't guarantee how much treatment will be effective from surgery, and I am worried that if I agree to operate on him, it will only make him more painful." ”

Although he really wanted to give it a try, he was a doctor and had to be responsible for the patient, and he couldn't let the patient be stabbed for no reason, so even if Zhang Sheng wanted to have the operation, Zhao Chuanyang was still very hesitant.

"If you let it go unchecked, he'll die too. Li Mengyu asked.

"Probably. "If there is no better drug treatment for glucocorticoids, it is equivalent to a death sentence for him.

"In that case, why can't you give it a try, or at least give that person a little hope. ”

Li Mengyu just gave Zhao Chuanyang a little advice from her own point of view, and she wasn't sure if what she said was right.

She was right, if she operated on Zhang Sheng, he might still have a chance to live, but if she refused, he would really have to die.

Zhao Chuanyang made a decision, he called Zhang Sheng and said that he agreed to the operation.