The reason given by Ji Xiang was not particularly sufficient, and the side effects of famotidine were clearly written, and Meng Qingfei hesitated for a long time and didn't say anything.

Because the evidence was relatively vague, Ji Xiang didn't insist, and the two tacitly took this matter as air.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Xiang said goodbye.

Meng Qingfei saw that the emergency department was quiet, he walked over and said, "Lao He, stop famotidine and try liver-protecting drugs." ”

"I used the liver-protecting drug, the effect is average, and famotidine has side effects? How I don't know. The emergency physician looked at Meng Qingfei suspiciously.

"The instructions say that there will be occasional slight changes in liver function, try it, and there is no better way to do it now. Besides, the use of motidine for abdominal pain is symptomatic, it has been used for a few days, and it is normal to stop, and no one can say anything. ”

The emergency physician didn't think that Meng Qingfei's opinion on famotidine was right, but he didn't have much to do, so he ordered the doctor to stop famotidine.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Meng Qingfei made a few phone calls energetically to urge the results of liver function.

"Meng'er, I think you're thinking too much." Emergency physician tract.

"Xiao Ji's suggestion, I think you can try it. Yesterday I thought about it all night and dreamed that the patient's liver function had returned. ”

"Xiao Ji? Is that the little star? ”

Since Ji Xiang was on the show, many little nurses in the emergency department said that he had the word "star", so the emergency physician emphasized that Ji Xiang was a "little star".

Meng Qingfei was slightly unhappy when he heard his words, and replied, "Xiao Ji sees problems very accurately many times. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, famotidine doesn't cause liver function to be impaired at all." The emergency physician said disdainfully, "The instructions are here, Meng'er, have you been on duty overnight?" ”

Meng Qingfei just smiled and didn't speak.

Although the diagnostic logic given by Ji Xiang is not complete, if it is an old doctor with white hair who says that motidine has many problems in a tone that has experienced vicissitudes, everyone may be convinced.

Clinically, many of them have to be seen with their own eyes to know some rare complications.

But Ji Xiang is young and will definitely not give people this sense of convincing. In addition, he has been on variety shows, and it is difficult for some doctors to accept, so they are biased.

"Meng'er, what you told me about scientific research yesterday is true or false?"

"Of course it's true, that thing will be clear at a glance." Meng Qingfei said.

"You, you have great abilities but you don't know how to use them, and you are assigned to the emergency department for a lifetime, it's not like that."

"Me? I don't have the ability to do it. Meng Qingfei said with a smile, "If you want to say that you have the ability, I think Xiao Ji is about the same." ”

"He'll tie a knot."

"You didn't watch the show?" Meng Qingfei asked.

"I don't watch variety shows, I never watch them. Those celebrities are boring to play treasures, it's good for me to go home and fish. ”

No wonder, it is estimated that Dr. He of the emergency department of internal medicine doesn't like to read the news very much, otherwise he should have known about such a big thing as Ji Xiang's surgery on Neymar.

"Meng'er, can you really publish a paper with an impact factor of 3 or higher? If others say I don't believe it, I'll take it seriously! 100,000 is too expensive, you said you have the ability, how good it is to go out and make a lot of money. ”

"If famotidine is the culprit, the article is settled." Meng Qingfei said with a smile.

The emergency physician was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that Meng Qingfei didn't look like he was lying, he suddenly became entangled.

"Xiao Ji won't worry about me, and he doesn't lack papers."

"Harm, these days, I've been talking about a scholar, and it's cool to brush papers! People can publish the top papers and journals if they want to, and they can brush them when they say so, so I thought, how great it would be if I could do this. ”

Meng Qingfei refreshed the webpage and hasn't returned yet.

He said lightly, "Xiao Ji operated on Neymar in Lin'an, and now he is observing Neymar's recovery and has published two top SCI papers. ”

“！！！” Numerous exclamation marks erupted in the head of the emergency physician, and his eyes changed slightly, releasing a scorching flame.

"What journal?" He asked earnestly, as if he had forgotten that he had just said that Ji Xiang was a "little star".

"The Lancet and European Sports Medicine."

“！！！”

"The impact factor of the latter is slightly lower and has little significance, but it belongs to specialized journals. In the field of orthopedics, the influence is very large. Meng Qingfei said.

"The impact factor is not big, how big? Is there 1? ”

"I glanced at it yesterday, and it seemed like it was 3 o'clock."

The emergency physician burst into tears.

That's it, it's already an unattainable top journal, how can it be in Meng Qingfei's mouth...... No, on Ji Xiang's side, it belongs to the weak chicken journal?

It is true that compared with the Lancet, journals with an impact factor of 3 points are weaker, but if you want to publish articles in such journals, at least 100,000, it depends on luck, not if you want to send them.

The emergency physician's eyes were red, as if he had been infected with pink eye.

Meng Qingfei refreshed again, and the liver function results returned.

He stared.

In just one night, famotidine was stopped, and with hepatoprotective drugs, the patient's liver function has recovered a lot. Although it is not normal, compared to the previous examination, we can see a trend of recovery.

"Lao He, look." Meng Qingfei let out a sigh, "I'll just say that Xiao Ji is right." ”

The emergency physician wanted to refute, but because Meng Qing had to help him write his paper, some words were difficult to say.

"Gotcha!" Meng Qingfei slapped the table, "I have work to do today." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Keep track of patient data, and a paper can be written very quickly. Lao He, let's talk about it, I don't ask you how much you want. Meng Qingfei smiled.

"You can really write it, it's not a lot of money." The emergency physician said.

"It's a pity, I'm not Xiaoji, otherwise a lancet will be taken to the general inpatient of various departments, and they will be willing to go bankrupt."

This is an exaggeration, but it sounds normal to people in the circle.

A paper in the world's top journal can eat at least ten years, enough for a doctor to go from resident to chief physician.

In other words, a paper is equal to a lifetime of smooth travel.

As long as the brain is fine, hundreds of thousands of things to buy a paper will do.

"Meng'er, did Xiao Ji really publish a paper on the lancet?"

"What? Want to find Koji? Meng Qingfei sneered slightly.

"No, no, no, I'm old, and there's a Lancet article that doesn't do much for me, or that group of hospitalized people who need it more. I mean......"

The emergency physician swallowed.

"My son graduated from college a few years later, if I could put a name on the Lancet literature......"

(End of chapter)