Chapter 1793 What Are You Afraid of (Monthly Ticket 14500 Plus More × 29)

Zheng Ren walked out of the EICU, called the patient's family, and came to the account room.

There are two family members of the patient, a man in his fifties or sixties, thin, wrinkled, gray-haired, and his old face is full of sorrow and helplessness.

The wrinkles are full of dust and mud, bitter and bitter.

The other was a twenty-six or seven-year-old woman with red eyes and tears, looking at what should be the patient's daughter.

The man was a little surprised, his eyes were red and bloodshot, but there was a bit of relief. The expression on the woman's face was very nervous and anxious, but Zheng Ren judged that most of them were at a loss.

"Doctor, have you been extubated?" the man asked while wiping his tears.

Zheng Ren already had his own judgment on the two of them. He sat on the chair in the account room, shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "I think you all know about the condition that Professor Zhang explained just now."

The man nodded, while the patient's daughter was a little dazed. She crossed her fingers, and the pressure of the extra bed was pale.

"I have a preliminary understanding of the conditions and conditions at home." Zheng Ren said: "The patient is in critical condition now. There is one thing that Professor Zhang did not say. I will tell you again."

The patient's daughter suddenly regained her spirits. She was full of hope, and the light in her eyes was a little sickly bright.

"The patient's condition is very serious, and I haven't felt it before. It belongs to..." As he was talking, Linger passed by and saw Zheng Ren explaining his condition. He walked in directly, greeted him with a smile, and sat next to Zheng Ren.

"Who is this……"

"I'm from the medical department. Boss Zheng, you explained it to you, don't worry about me." Ringer said with a smile.

"The patient's disease is hidden because there is a problem with the blood vessels supplying the brain. Medically speaking, it is called moyamoya disease."

The patient's family was at a loss for a while, and the smile on Linger's face disappeared, some serious and some consternation.

Coronary problems, postoperative heart failure is not enough, there is still moyamoya disease?

His heart sank a little.

"Doctor, what is moyamoya disease?" the man asked fearfully.

"I don't have time to explain moyamoya disease to you in detail now." Zheng Ren said with certainty: "Judging from the current condition, extracorporeal membrane lung can be used to ensure that the patient's heart function gradually recovers. However, using extracorporeal membrane lung, blood To be heparinized... In short, it is likely to be complicated by cerebral hemorrhage."

"In order for the patient to survive, not only better, more expensive, and more advanced rescue methods should be used, but also craniotomy." Zheng Ren said calmly.

Not only the patient's family, but even Ringo was stunned.

Is it so complicated? Then what is the purpose of Boss Zheng coming out to explain his illness? Is to give up.

Alas, it's okay, it's okay.

Ringo was relieved.

Looking at the clothes of the patient's family, he judged that even if extracorporeal membrane lung was used, the family would have to borrow a lot of money to see the doctor.

Even if the patient recovers and is discharged from the hospital, it will be extremely difficult to repay such a large amount of money in the future. Not just for one person, but for the whole family.

Give up, life is always about persevering and giving up.

The man's hands trembled and wiped his tears, and said, "Doctor, we know that we have already told the professor just now that we will give up the rescue."

Zheng Ren glanced at the patient's daughter, who lowered her head and did not speak.

"I'm not here to persuade you to give up." Zheng Ren said: "In my judgment, if a craniotomy is performed and the extracorporeal membrane lung is used to support the patient, the probability of recovery of the patient is about 50%."

The man was startled.

The patient's daughter raised her head and looked at Zheng Ren blankly. She didn't understand the words just now.

Why is the condition getting worse and worse, can it be rescued?

"Doctor, it's not that we don't help." The man said with some embarrassment.

He has feelings for the patient, but the facts do not allow him to be emotional.

Life is sometimes too hard. Just work hard to survive, you must do your best. If you add a family member who opens the skull and needs to be cared for in bed...

"In our village, someone has done this kind of surgery, it's done by knocking open the skull."

Zheng Ren nodded. Although the man's words were incoherent, he still understood it well.

"After the operation, people are also abolished. Our family..." He sighed deeply. His waist was bent a little further, as if the weight on his shoulders was weighing him down and he couldn't breathe.

The patient's daughter interrupted him and asked, "Doctor, how much does it cost?"

"Three to five million." Zheng Ren gave a vague number. For the patient's daughter, this number was simply astronomical.

After hearing this, she shook her head, felt a little dizzy, and tears flowed directly down her head.

"But the money problem can be solved." Zheng Ren said quickly, "We..."

With that said, someone knocked on the door, Hu Yanhui was carrying the box, followed by two people from the Legal Department.

"Boss Zheng, here we come."

"Xiao Hu changed his clothes and went first." Zheng Ren said, "Let's stay with the legal department and explain it to the patient's family later."

Ringer was surprised, but he didn't question it.

He quickly stroked it again and understood what Boss Zheng meant.

Xinglinyuan's surgery was broadcast live, bearing the huge medical expenses. But... this is not an interventional operation, nor a general surgery, but a neurosurgery operation!

Can Boss Zheng get it?

Linger asked in a low voice, "Boss Zheng, are you sure?"

"Eighty percent." Zheng Ren replied.

Ringo nodded, feeling confident.

"Doctor, I still want to give up." The man said, "You don't understand the situation of our family, now..."

"You want to go back to farming, go now!" The patient's daughter said unceremoniously: "Is there anything my mother is sorry for you! Now that you are lying on the bed, you want to leave?"

"Girl, you know what's going on at home..." The man's head got lower and lower.

These words made him feel much more relaxed.

"Don't say hundreds of thousands, these tens of thousands of dollars are all pieced together by me. When I go back, I don't know how to pay them back."

"Go away!" the patient's daughter yelled hysterically, "The farther away the better, even if my mother dies here, you don't need to send it!"

The man shivered and covered his face, tears streaming from his fingers. It was muddy and dirty.

"The patient's condition is very urgent, and every minute of delay will bring unpredictable risks." Zheng Ren said: "Hurry up and decide whether to accept conditional assistance."

"What conditions?" the patient's daughter asked.

Zheng Ren talked about the live broadcast of the surgery.

The man stood up silently and said, "Doctor, I still ask to give up."

"Doctor, I want treatment, please do your best to help my mother." The patient's daughter also stood up, walked to the table, and knelt upright in front of Zheng Ren.

"..." Zheng Ren was most afraid of this.