Chen Qi really didn't have to make a move because of money, but for the friendship between the two countries. (vomiting)

Chen Qi, who received $50,000, went to Freetown National Hospital in person the next day, without a lake at all, and definitely did not drag mud and water.

Mrs. Mbeki and Dean Bagri personally greeted Chen Qi at the entrance of the hospital.

When Chen Qi came over this time, the faction came out.

Yi Zewen personally served as the driver, Zhang Xingze served as an assistant, and Chen Li and Yang Xiuxiu played the role of the team's little secretary and nurse.

As for He Fule, the eldest, it is naturally the role of a housekeeper, and he seems to be stable.

When Chen Qi got out of the car, Zhang Xing hurriedly jumped down from the co-pilot to open the car door for Chen Qi, Chen Li stood aside with a briefcase, and Yang Xiuxiu held a surgical kit.

Is it enough for Shanghai style? Like an authority?

This is what Chen Qi and they discussed, everyone is a team, and they want to come together, this big African dog is embarrassed not to give red envelopes? At least $1,000, enough to eat and drink spicy food after returning home.

"Hello Dr. Chan, you've kept us waiting."

Mrs. Mbeki was smiling at this time, and she couldn't see the domineering appearance before at all, and changing her face was a compulsory course for Mrs. Guan.

Chen Qi also shook the fat lady: "Hello madam, I am honored to accept Mr. Mbeki's invitation, and I will definitely do my best to serve well."

"Hehe, okay, Dr. Chen, please."

"Madame, please!"

The two men hypocritically politely blew each other on business, and a group of mermaids entered the ward.

As soon as he entered the ward, before he had time to say hello, Chen Qi saw Mbeki on the hospital bed, quickly entered the working state, and turned on the "sight" in the visual touch percussion diagnosis mode.

I saw that this Mbeki's face was very yellow, waxing and yellowing.

Not only is his face yellow, but his whole body is yellow, which is simply a standard Minion.

This "yellow" may be obvious at a glance in Caucasian or yellow people, but it is not so obvious in black people.

Fortunately, Chen Qi is a professional "hepatobiliary and pancreatic specialist" doctor, others can't see it, and he can see that something is wrong at a glance.

What does "Minion" represent, as a big country with liver disease, even ordinary people know that this is either a liver problem or a gall problem.

If the patient now has fever, epigastric pain, and yellow skin, then the diagnosis can be quickly narrowed, that is, in the biliary tract.

So what's wrong with the biliary tract? This requires a series of ancillary tests to confirm the doctor's suspicions.

"Dean Bagri, you quickly arrange for someone to measure Mr. Mbeki's jaundice index."

"Okay, we'll get blood drawn right away."

Taking advantage of the process of sending the laboratory for testing, Chen Qi began a full-body physical examination again.

Once the abdomen is palpated, the tender point is very fixed, located at the junction of the midline of the right clavicle and the costal arch, this position has an academic name called "Moes's point", a typical gallbladder location, no wonder it is diagnosed as "cholecystitis".

However, jaundice is not usually caused by cholecystitis, except in the form of very severe symptoms.

However, this Mbeki's pain symptoms and systemic symptoms are not so obvious, which is also one of Chen Qi's suspicions.

The lab's report was delivered immediately.

As soon as Mbeki saw the latest report arrived, he became nervous: "Dr. Chen, I, what's going on with me?"

Chen Qi looked at the gold lord in front of him with a smile:

"Mr. Mbeki, the test report just now shows that your jaundice index is 10 times higher, so we rule out the possibility of stomach problems, and now I have reason to suspect that there is something wrong with your bile canal, something is blocked.

Now the B ultrasound is not very clear, why there is a blockage in the bile duct, why the bile flow is not smooth, there are generally two reasons, one is that there are bile duct stones, the stones block the exit, and the other is bad things, such as bile duct tumors."

Mbeki's hand clutched the sheets: "Bile duct tumor, can it be understood as bile duct cancer?"

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"Oh my God!"

Mrs. Mbeki slumped into her chair in disbelief.

In the end, Mbeki is the best person, and he still has this bit of city government in front of outsiders, but his face has become very gloomy.

"Dr. Chan, if it is bile duct cancer, what are the chances of survival? Can it be cured by surgery?"

Chen Qi didn't dare to laugh now.

It's hard to be a doctor, you can't smile on your face, you can't do it without smiling, you can only improvise.

"Bile duct cancer is a very dangerous cancer, you must have heard that bile cancer and pancreatic cancer are the kings of cancer, and this bile duct cancer is only a little better than liver cancer.

"Oh my God~~~ Why am I so miserable~~~ My mother is not alive~~~"

Mrs. Mbeki burst into tears.

Of course, she is crying in the local dialect, and Chen Qi can't understand it, think about how many words a woman cries, right? (Full marks for translation)

Mbeki's mind was actually blank at this time, but he knew that he must not show a little weakness in front of outsiders.

"Dr. Chen, you're just guessing right now, right?"

"Yes, this is my guess as a doctor, I will tell you both possibilities, but you and your wife don't have to worry too much, it is not necessarily a biliary tract tumor, but it may also be something else? For example, inflammation, or stones, etc., ......."

"Excuse me, can I interject?"

Before Chen Qi could finish his words, suddenly a black doctor stood up in a few white coats.

Everyone in the room looked at him in amazement.

Dean Bagri was anxious and pulled the black doctor who was talking: "Fack, Kalaima, don't talk nonsense."

Dr. Kalaima apparently did not care about the attitude of the dean, but bravely stood up:

"Mr. and Mrs. Mbeki, I am the Deputy Chief of Surgery at Freetown National Hospital, graduated from Pennsylvania Medical College of the Mold, studied with the greatest surgeon in the world for 5 years, and have a wealth of medical knowledge and clinical experience.

I have long judged Mr. Mbeki's condition to be due to biliary obstruction, and although the effect of ultrasound is not satisfactory, I can still see from my rich experience that the biliary tract problem is the greatest.

Moreover, the ultrasound shows non-strong echo, which can rule out the possibility of stones; It's not hypoechoic, or anechoic, so inflammation can also be ruled out. The only possibility left is a tumor, and Dr Chan's opinion supports my judgment."

Kalaima's remarks sound reasonable and convincing.

Chen Qi scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

There are a lot of such "tech nerds" in the hospital, with a high IQ and insufficient emotional intelligence, and they are very admitted.

It is estimated that this Kalaima's judgment of his condition cannot attract the attention of the hospital, so today he simply brought it up directly in person.

It seems to be brave, but it is really reckless, don't you see that Mr. Mbeki's face is as black as black carbon?

(Well, when this vice president L is happy, his face should be dark, right?) ）

Sick people have the most experience, who wants to be sentenced to death? But whenever there is a life-saving straw and a glimmer of hope, the patient is not willing to listen to the bad results.

This is also the same as many patients with advanced diseases, who invest a lot of medical resources and money in useless treatment as long as hospice care is cured.

"That's enough!"

Dean Baghri let out a low howl:

"Dr. Kalaima, how can you be so presumptuous in front of Mr. Mbeki? Now that everything is inconclusive, you swear that it is a tumor, and you shut up for me!"

Mbeki ignored the black doctor, who was in a hurry to behave, closed his eyes for a moment, and calmed down.

"Dr. Chan, you're an expert, what do you think?"

Chen Qi had to explain:

"Do

Doctors, we will tell the patient about the best and the worst outcome, so that the patient's compliance will increase. I can't deny Dr. Kalaima's judgment, but I need more tests to determine the cause."

"What test?"

Everyone in the ward asked in unison.

Because that's all the equipment at Freetown State Hospital, what other tricks can you play with Dr. Huaguo?

Chen Qi raised two fingers: "I still want to do a B-ultrasound, and if possible, I also want to do a CT."

Mrs. Mbeki stood up when she heard this: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's continue to check."

Doctor Kalama pouted when he heard this, he was a doctor trained in Europe and the United States, with a strong sense of superiority, and he didn't think too much of the Chinese doctor, which was also the same as if he dared to interrupt Chen Qi's words just now.

Dr. Bagri was a little embarrassed:

"This one, Mr. Mbeki, we have already done ultrasound, but our machine is too old, the clarity of the image is not enough, and the ultrasound has certain limitations. In addition, we don't have a CT in our country at the moment."

Mbeki listened to it and said wow cool wow cool in his heart:

"I don't have a CT machine, what can I do? Do you want me to go abroad for medical treatment?"

As a high-level Serarian executive, Mbeki is very sensitive to going abroad, and the news that he may be terminally ill will be spread out, which is definitely a fatal blow in the political arena, and he will make full use of political opponents.

In the event that he steps down, both he and his family could face a series of repression and aggression.

So until it was absolutely necessary, Mbeki didn't want to go abroad, so he glanced at Chen Qi in embarrassment:

"Doctor, it seems that the two tests you mentioned are difficult to achieve in our country, especially the CT machine, what can I do? Is there an alternative?"

[The problem of slow update of new chapters is in the can.]

The money still needs to be approved, and the results will be available tomorrow at the earliest, so what else do we need to do now?"

Chen Qi was already in a mood at this time, so he said happily:

"I have an Omicron pharmaceutical testing machine that is still in the laboratory research stage, and because I am a director of the International Medical Association, I was specially given one for me to evaluate, and it just so happened that I could take it out for Mr. Mbeki to test."

"Omicron Pharmaceuticals? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Dean Bagri was full of question marks, trying to think about what kind of awesome company this was.

Chen Qi thought to himself, how do I know which Omicron company is? I'm not allowed to make it up? I also know that Alpha, Beta, Gama, Delta come.

Before Chen Qi could answer, Mbeit stopped:

"Don't ask, since they are still in the experimental stage, it must be a confidential project, Dr. Chen is willing to take out this advanced instrument for me, it is indeed an old friend of our Serralian, thank you so much."

Chen Qi was also happy: "Wherever and wherever I can serve Mr. Mbeki, it is my honor!"

It's not an honor, this labor fee + CT fee will be 300,000 US dollars, even if you call Dad, it's no problem.

At this time, the straight man of steel, Kalaima, suddenly came out again:

"Dr. Chan, when will the ultrasound machine be retrieved?" When are we going to do this check?"

Kalama wants to express himself too much, and is deeply influenced by the competitive thinking of the European and American workplaces.

seems to be an upright boy, but in fact he is a scheming, just betting on whether his judgment is right or not.

If the judgment is correct, he can show his face in front of the leader and surpass other colleagues, so that he can compete to be the head of the department and even the dean.

Of course, in his cognition, he did think that this was a cancer obstruction, so he was full of confidence.