"Really, there is no help, even if it is an operation, it is just to reconfirm the situation, why let the patient suffer such pain again?"

"They paid three times as much, paid for the first-class round-trip, and arranged to stay in a five-star hotel, so why do you care so much? You should eat and drink! Besides, the girls in the window are so beautiful, with good bodies and good service, I want to stay a few more days......

"Lust, love, madness, don't say I know you......"

What Anton heard when he walked into the operating room was what his team members were muttering, and at the same time, he also noticed the deep disdain in the eyes of Dr. Turner from the American Cryonics Institute sitting in the corner of the operating room, and Dr. Anton, who was deeply stabbed in his heart, scolded in German with some annoyance. "Shut up, remember me, don't use English in the operating room, English may not be included in the official language of Switzerland www.biquge.info......

"Yes!BOSS......"

The uniform sound of the answer finally made Dr. Anton feel better, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Yankee Dr. Turner actually pouted, as if he could understand German, and his anger came up again, and he turned his face and asked his female assistant, why didn't he kick this guy out?

"BOSS, this is the employer's request! The original plan confirmed that there was no way to save it, and the doctor here will come in to perform the euthanasia procedure," the female assistant said and glanced at the instrument nurse before continuing to explain. "The plan was changed this morning, but although the euthanasia procedure was abandoned, as soon as you announced that the surgery was not possible, Dr. Turner from the Cryonics Institute of the United States will immediately take over and call his team to come in and process the patient, and put the patient in a freezer for cryopreservation......"

"Fuck!Fuck! These Dutch bastards are already murdering, damn Yankees still want to challenge God! Anyone who thought this way in the past is going to be burned at the stake! Going to be burned!"

Dr. Anton was furious, and the assistants and nurses in the operating room couldn't help but bow their heads, but the anesthesiologist on the side didn't want his nonsense, pouted and shouted. "Anton, let's get started, don't make the same mess as last time......"

"Oh, oh, oh, how long have you been talking about it! If you talk nonsense, believe it or not, I won't take you out next time......"

The anesthesiologist snorted, and when he saw Anton taking the scalpel handed over by the instrument nurse and preparing to start the operation, he glanced at the American who was wearing a surgical gown, wearing a mask, and sitting on a high stool with his hands on his chest, shook his head and stopped talking.

As one of the best oncologists in Switzerland, Dr. Anton quickly got into the groove with his hands steady and sharp eyes after his undivided attention.

Hemostat ......

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Cotton balls! cotton balls! One more, one more......

Ten minutes later, the male assistant standing next to Dr. Anton exclaimed. "BOSS! Something is wrong! This doesn't look like a symptom of terminal pancreatic cancer......!

"How is that possible! I'll look at ......"

After a closer look, Dr. Anton's scalpel fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

The female assistant standing behind him couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly dialed the itinerant nurse to the side and squeezed in to observe.

The atmosphere in the operating room became solemn, and Anton and his assistant, who were gathered in front of the operating table, stared at the patient's open abdominal cavity, all stunned.

Tick, tick, tick......

The sound of the wall clock hanging on the wall even drowned out the sound of the ECG monitor, which made the Yankee, who was sitting in the corner of the cryonics research institute sleepy, step on the bar bar and look at the operating table.

Noticing that Dr. Anton's breathing was getting heavier and his eyes were angry, his female assistant lowered her voice. "BOSS, this really doesn't look like advanced pancreatic cancer, it should be an infection and complications caused by severe pancreatitis......"

"I know, I know, I know, I know ......"

Dr. Anton felt like he was going crazy, and he began to circle and think about the operating table like a trapped animal, and the team members he brought with him all looked at each other, and everyone understood the seriousness of the problem.

If a misdiagnosis does occur and the patient abandons treatment, the institute must be held responsible.

In just a few months, the size of the tumor in the patient's body has tripled, and even Anton's assistant can clearly see the severe infection and observe the complications caused by the infection.

Seeing that Dr. Anton had turned around the operating table four times, but his face was still expressionless, the female assistant had to remind him. "BOSS, blood pressure continues to drop, and if you don't perform surgery, you won't have a chance!"

Dr. Anton stood still, closed his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking in a deep voice. "Perform the second alternate plan!Inject norepinephrine!Two units!Prepare the No. 3 scalpel. Anesthesiologist Preparation ......"

Everything that is happening in the operating room is seen by Dr. Turner from the Cryonics Institute of the United States, but he is not concerned about the operation itself, but the meter power that monitors the patient's signs in the operating room, when Anton removed the tumor in the patient's body, he quietly took out a notebook and a ballpoint pen from his pocket and began to record, until Dr. Anton, who was in charge of the surgery, finally gave the 'suture' order, Dr. Turner was relieved, but shook his head helplessly.

Dr. Anton's female assistant whispered in his ear when she saw that he seemed to have completely relaxed. "BOSS! The patient's family is still waiting outside......

With a shock, Anton's face instantly turned pale, and he hurriedly walked out of the operating room, took off his mask and sat on the ground against the wall, gasping for breath.

Dr. Turner, who walked out of the operating room with him, saw his confused face and walked over and squatted down. "Dr. Anton, I don't suggest you hide anything!"

Turner was speaking German, which made Dr. Anton almost jump in shock. "You, you, do you speak German?"

"I'm sorry, but I know not only German, but I also know French, and unless you use Italian and Latin Romance during the procedure, there's nothing to hide," Dr. Turner said, seeing Anton's face flushed and as if he was furious, he took out the recorder that he had left in his jacket pocket. "Also, in addition to the voice recorder I carry, there are other monitoring equipment in the operating room, and the patient's family has made a lot of preparations, and any concealment will cause you a lot of trouble......

Anton's face changed. "You mean ......"

"Employers are rich! As a peer, I can only tell you that it's best not to have anything else in mind. As a doctor, it is inevitable that you will misdiagnose, but the operation you performed just now should be correct and decisive, and now you better pray that the patient can survive, otherwise I am sure you will regret it......"

Turner, from the Cryonics Institute of the United States, walked out.

Anton stared at his back until the isolation door closed again, blocking his view, and then he slapped himself hard and quickly jumped up and chased after him.

The operation should have had results soon, but after waiting for a full three hours, Fu Zhengyi saw that Dr. Turner from the Cryonics Institute was the first to come out, so he greeted him and asked what was going on?

Turner hesitated, but Dr. Anton came out after him, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and let him point to Anton and said. "Mr. Fu, let Dr. Anton explain it to you......"

"The patient is not in the advanced stage of pancreatic cancer! She had pancreatitis, but the delay in treatment caused the tumor in her body to enlarge and cause infection, which also caused very complex complications......"

Fu Zhengyi grabbed him by the collar and pushed Anton directly to the wall. "What do you say? Say it again!"

"Mr. Fu, the patient was misdiagnosed! I was misled by the patient's preliminary examination report, so I came to an incorrect conclusion, and the institute really needs to bear some responsibility for this......

Batisian finally reacted and rushed to Dr. Anton's face. "Does the surgery mean that Sophia can be cured?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Yankees were still staring at him, and Dr. Anton had no choice but to tell the truth. "If the patient can survive the postoperative danger period and be treated, there should be a chance of being cured......

Fu Zhengyi roared. "What is the probability of being cured?"

"The patient's physical condition is very poor, and I really don't have much confidence in whether she will be able to survive the dangerous period! But as long as she can survive, then according to the convention, there is still a possibility of recovery......

Batisian slumped his shoulders and was about to let Fu Zhengyi let go of his hand, but he thought of it a little more and said angrily. "Dr. Anton, how did my daughter get misdiagnosed? Tell me clearly! Is it because of the misdiagnosis that she is still in danger?"

"The patient came with the previous examination report and conclusions, and after my examination, I was also biased towards the correctness of the previous examination, so after communicating with the patient, I thought that chemotherapy could only prolong her life with her physical condition, so out of respect for the patient's choice, I agreed with the patient's ......choice."

Fu Zhengyi let go of his hands and turned to Dr. Turner from the Cryonics Institute of the United States. "Excuse me, if I fail to convince Sophia to undergo surgery, is there a chance that she will be misdiagnosed before she is frozen?"

Finally he thought of it......

Dr. Turner sighed. "Mr. Fu, it is impossible to detect a misdiagnosis before performing the freezing procedure. But according to the institute's procedures, I have to take samples from the patients, and after the samples are brought back, I have to do tissue cultures, which can take up to four months, and you need to pay an additional $60,000 or $70,000......"

"Don't talk about those useless ones!

Dr. Turner sighed heavily. "Similar to Sophia's situation, our cryonics research institute should be able to determine that she was misdiagnosed, but even if it is found out, the institute will not be able to thaw until a key breakthrough in human thawing technology is made......"