Coming out of the medical department, Zhao Heng felt very complicated, on the one hand, this Wei Xiang was indeed derelict in his duty and should bear the corresponding consequences, but on the other hand, Zhao Heng felt that since it was handed over to the medical malpractice committee to determine the accident, then there should be no human interference with the results of the judgment.

Back in the ward, before Zhao Heng entered the office, he saw two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, walking towards him, followed by the sister of the girl who was in a poisoned coma.

Zhao Heng looked at it, these two middle-aged people looked very aura, and at a glance, he knew that they were the feeling of intellectuals.

"You are Dr. Zhao, hello Dr. Zhao, I am the father of the child."

The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses spoke first.

"Hmm."

Zhao Heng nodded, thinking of the words of Liu Xuedong, the director of the medical department just now, who could put pressure on the medical malpractice appraisal committee, the person in front of him was not a simple person, but he didn't know why such a person, the daughter who was taught, committed suicide at a young age.

"Doctor Zhao, I have learned about the child's condition, please do your best to treat her, Dr. Zhao, please don't worry about the cost."

The girl's father said very politely, it was not at all like what Liu Xuedong said, which made Zhao Heng feel a little puzzled.

"That's as it should be."

Zhao Heng said cautiously.

Next, the middle-aged man asked some questions about his condition, and Zhao Heng also answered them one by one.

To Zhao Heng's surprise, this middle-aged man was very polite and his tone was very peaceful, but he couldn't think of why he put pressure on the medical malpractice appraisal committee.

But it's normal to think about it, as a father, it's really hard to tolerate this kind of thing.

Finally returned to the office, Zhao Heng breathed a sigh of relief, he had never encountered this kind of thing before, working in the clinical frontline, in fact, many things are not only medical problems, but also encounter many unexpected situations.

"Doctor Zhao, the parents of this No. 5 bed are really strange."

Tian Zhen was also in the office, and said to Zhao Heng with some doubts.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Heng asked.

"I feel a little too calm as a parent."

Tian Zhen said.

"Doctor Zhao, you went to the medical department just now, when the parents of bed No. 5 came, I looked at these two people without any expression on their faces, and it looked too strange."

After a pause, Tian Zhen said again.

"Don't worry about it, wait for me to go to the stem cell culture room, and call me if I have something."

Zhao Heng thought about it and said, he is a doctor, he only cares about the best treatment for patients, and he doesn't want to care too much about other things, people's energy is limited, so he doesn't want to spend his energy on these things.

"yes, I see."

Tian Zhen nodded.

After a while, Zhao Heng came out of the office and soon came to the stem cell culture room, since Sun Xinxin was cured by the method of neural stem cell transplantation, the hospital used the previous instruments and equipment to establish a separate stem cell culture room, this stem cell culture room is currently affiliated with the name of the pathology department, and Qu Xiaofeng is in charge.

This Qu Xiaofeng has been boiling for many years, and he finally sees the dawn of some careers.

However, although this stem cell culture room has been built, the doctors in various departments are really not too much, after all, this involves high technical strength, and if it is to be used in clinical practice, the threshold is too high.

"Doctor Zhao, you're here."

Qu Xiaofeng was very happy to see Zhao Heng coming, after all, the current East Hospital has enough technical strength to apply stem cell culture technology in clinical practice, and Zhao Heng may be the only one.

After the establishment of the stem cell culture room, Qu Xiaofeng is also ambitious, but the threshold of this technology is too high and too individualized.

To put it simply, in order to use this technology to treat patients, it is necessary for clinicians to have a very high level of technology, and then work with doctors who cultivate stem cells to make individualized treatment plans for patients, which can be said to greatly limit the development of stem cell therapy.

"Hmm."

Zhao Heng nodded, Zhao Heng still has a good impression of people like Qu Xiaofeng, although he has been sitting on the cold bench for many years, his personality is still very good, and he does not have the feeling that others have been sitting on the cold bench for many years.

More importantly, Qu Xiaofeng's professional quality is very strong, and his foundation is very solid, because of his years of experience in pathological testing and reading, he can get started faster with stem cell therapy.

"Dr. Zhao, is there a patient who is going to use stem cell therapy?"

Seeing that Zhao Heng was still coming over here in a hurry, Qu Xiaofeng couldn't help but guess and asked.

The neural stem cell transplant for Sun Xinxin is just the beginning, and Qu Xiaofeng knows that a steady stream of patients must receive stem cell therapy in the future, so that the situation can really be opened.

"Well, yesterday I admitted a patient who was in a deep coma due to drug poisoning, and I was going to use neural stem cell therapy to induce wake-up."

Zhao Heng said with certainty.

"Have you been in a coma for a long time?"

Qu Xiaofeng asked with some doubts, under normal circumstances, if it is not a patient who has been in a coma for a long time, he will not use neural stem cell transplantation to promote wake-up, after all, the cost of neural stem cell transplantation is still quite high.

"I was in a coma for a day, but this patient's condition is very complicated, and I have to use neural stem cell therapy and transplantation to wake up as soon as possible."

Zhao Heng explained.

Being able to give patients the best treatment methods is of course the pursuit of all doctors, but this time, Zhao Heng still feels a little strange in his heart.

This strange feeling, he couldn't put it into words.

"Well, Doctor Zhao, I've been ready for a long time, and I'm just waiting for your summons."

Qu Xiaofeng was also full of enthusiasm and said that the establishment of the stem cell culture room can be said to be a major turning point in his career, and he must seize this opportunity.

As long as it is done well, then it is too late to be promoted to deputy chief doctor, or even chief doctor.

"Doctor Zhao, this patient, there is no problem with the cost, right?"

After a pause, Qu Xiaofeng asked again.

So far, the cost of individualized stem cell therapy for a patient, especially neural stem cell therapy, is at least more than 100,000 yuan, which is why Qu Xiaofeng asked clearly in the first place.

"This patient is not bad for money, and there is no big problem in terms of cost."

Zhao Heng said.

"Well, that's good, so that there are no worries."

Qu Xiaofeng nodded, relieved.

There is no way to do this, as a doctor's heart, it is to wish that all patients can receive the best treatment, but the actual situation is very complicated.