Chapter 2212 Fecal Transplantation (Part 1)

"Director, how can we know this kind of thing in advance." Su Yun said with a smile: "Do your best to fight for it. Anyway, you have to do surgery that won't win the Nobel Prize. It's not possible to throw away the TIPS surgery if you don't win the Nobel Prize." To the side is not."

While Su Yun was talking, Director Kong smiled when he saw that Zheng Ren didn't answer his question.

"Just work hard, let's talk about whether you succeed or not."

"Director, I think it's possible." Zheng Ren was silent for a few seconds and said seriously.

Su Yun was taken aback.

This should be the first time that his boss has given a clear judgment in the face of the Nobel Prize surgery. Not in the slurred, ambiguous words that doctors have been saying for the longest time.

"Oh?" Director Kong became interested.

"Something happened during the execution of the mission." Zheng Ren simply told the story of the castle in the Alps, "Combining the current attitude of Lanco Company and Dr. Mehar's persistence, I think it is possible It’s gone from nothing.”

"Boss, you are simply too optimistic."

"Didn't you hear that Fuguier always gossips about Sweden?"

"I thought you weren't even interested in gossip."

"I'm really not interested." Zheng Ren said, "But what I just said was not gossip, but an analysis of objective things."

"Hey, what are you talking about..." Zheng Ren's cell phone rang before Su Yun finished speaking.

Zheng Ren was also very helpless, he rarely interacted with others, so even if he got to this point, his entertainment only gradually increased, but it didn't make him useless.

What's the matter today.

He took out his mobile phone, saw that it was Ringer, made a gesture, and wanted to go out to answer the call.

But as soon as he stood up, there was a knock on the door, and Linge hurriedly opened the door and came in.

"Director Lin, why are you in such a hurry?" Director Kong stood up and asked with a smile.

"Director Kong, are you busy?" Linge greeted hurriedly, then looked at Zheng Ren.

This is when he heard the ringtone of the phone and followed the sound to find it. Zheng Ren hung up the phone, "Director Lin, what's the matter?"

"Boss Zheng, is it convenient for you?" Linge asked carefully.

"It's okay, you say."

"Do you know about Director Mao?" Linge asked in a low voice after closing the door.

"Know a little, why?"

"Director Mei came for a consultation and suggested symptomatic treatment. But Director Mao's mother refused the plan of taking escitalopram, saying that Mao Mao was depressed because of too much pressure in the hospital."

Linger said very helplessly.

He is now on the cusp of the storm, looking at the infinite scenery, and the pressure he is facing is also great, Zheng Ren knows.

"It just so happened that Dr. Lancer Payne of the National Institute of Mental Health of the United States was in Anding Hospital recently, and the hospital couldn't help it, so they invited him here."

They invited people to watch it one after another, and they also invited American experts. It is estimated that the pressure in the hospital is also very high.

"What's the situation now?" Su Yun asked.

"Dr. Lancer Payne recommends a fecal transplant for major depressive disorder."

"..." Zheng Ren was stunned and speechless.

"Is that thing really useful?" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"Director Mei said a few words, was scolded by Maomao's mother, and went back angrily." Linge said with a sigh.

"Director Lin, why did you come to the boss in such a panic?" Su Yun asked.

"I'm... still worried." Linge said with a tangled heart and a sigh.

This kind of entanglement, Zheng Ren can understand, is just a feeling, which cannot be explained clearly. He smiled and said, "I'm not good at mental diagnosis and treatment."

Linge didn't know if Boss Zheng was stating a fact, or he didn't want to care.

"Fecal transplant? Treat depression?" Director Kong asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Zheng Ren nodded, "It is said that the microbiome is an environmental factor that can shape the brain through the microbiota-gut-brain axis, and mice with altered microbiota usually exhibit depression-related behaviors."

"Will that work?" Director Kong was speechless.

Liver transplants, kidney transplants, etc. can still be imagined. Fecal transplants sound like head transplants, which is not reliable at first sight.

"Transplantation of gut microbiota from depressed patients into germ-free mice resulted in depressive behavior, and similarly, transplantation into antibiotic-treated mice also resulted in depressive behavior," Su said.

"I have always felt that this study is unreliable. There are quite subjective factors in how to diagnose depression in mice." Zheng Ren said.

"It's as if you've done an experiment." Su Yun said contemptuously.

"It is best not to use immature technology in clinical treatment." Zheng Ren did not argue with Su Yun, but stated a fact: "The fecal transplant project itself still has various risks."

"What is a fecal transplant?" Director Kong asked in astonishment.

He understood every word Boss Zheng said, but he didn't understand the meaning at all when put together.

According to the literal meaning, it may be a treatment involving intestinal flora. But it's also bizarre that this treatment has been linked to depression.

Even an old doctor who has been around for many years will not know everything about diagnosis and treatment.

"Fecal transplantation is a way to treat disease by rebuilding the gut microbiota."

Sure enough, as Director Kong guessed, Zheng Ren said afterwards.

"The processed feces of healthy people are poured into the patient's intestines. The operation process needs to be implemented through strict screening and experimental protocols. In 1958, American doctors used feces to save dying patients from infection. This is a record in the world. Earliest case."

"..." Director Kong found it hard to believe that using feces as an enema treatment method.

This kind of thing is disgusting when you think about it.

"Traditional Chinese medicine has been used for a long time." Su Yun said disdainfully, "Why are you prejudiced against this kind of treatment?"

Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun, knew what he was thinking, sighed, and said, "Huanglong Tang, it sounds good, but thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable. Besides, Ge Hong seems to be an alchemist, not Doctor, what is the so-called excrement juice, drink it up to one or two liters, it is called Huanglong soup, it is better if it has been aged for a long time..."

Director Kong, a veteran on the battlefield, also felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that Chen Jiuzhe was good.

"There are also donkey arrows, wring out the juice for five or six times, and take it hot, stand still! Why don't you say that."

"..." Zheng Ren looked at Su Yun helplessly, and knew what he meant by saying that.

Regarding Director Mao's disease diagnosis, it has become more and more troublesome now, and no one knows what will happen in the future. If it is not a disease of your own department, it is best not to deal with it, and it is safest to leave it to relevant experts.

"It's also recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica." Su Yun continued.

"But then..."

"Don't talk about it, I can't stand it." Director Kong smiled wryly, "It's understandable to treat intestinal flora imbalance. But what is the principle of treating depression?"