Chapter 2745 Compassionate Heart

Although Dr. Carl did not approve of this treatment, he still concentrated on sitting on the head of the bed, taking care of the little stone with his team.

Bota Private Hospital gave a high enough price, and when this little patient died, he could rest for a year, Carl thought to himself. Blowing the wind of the Mediterranean Sea, eating red shrimps from Sicily, life is so perfect.

He is a diagnostician at the University Service Hospital in Munich and is one of the top doctors in Europe. Bota invited him and paid a sky-high price.

The patient's condition is very serious, and Dr. Carl has no good solution. After several preliminary diagnoses, it has not been determined which one is correct.

From Karl's point of view, the poor boy was dying. In particular, Dr. Zheng, who won the Nobel Prize for his clinical surgery, fainted after he came, and only gave octreotide "sloppily" for treatment.

In Carl's eyes, this is simply irresponsible and unreasonable.

But he didn't raise any doubts. The sponsor can do whatever he wants, and it has nothing to do with him. Work, earn money, that's the most important thing.

The night gradually deepened, and the mountains and forests were dark. Occasionally, the birds woke up for some reason, leaving a faint cry.

Karl doesn't like darkness, he prefers sunshine, especially on the beach enjoying the Mediterranean sea breeze and basking in the sun.

Compared to the holidays, right now is like hell. But without Purgatory, the holiday mood would not be very good.

It would be better for this child to leave earlier. The cancer is already at an advanced stage, and drug treatment has induced more side effects. Living is a luxury for him. Carl looked at the small stone under the assisted breathing of the ventilator and thought to himself.

The medical records provided by Bota were not perfect. Even after signing a non-disclosure agreement, the core medicines were still not revealed. Carl knew what that meant—the drugs for this little patient's tumor were up-to-date.

Judging from various indicators, this is indeed the case. For a period of time after the injection of the drug, the tumor markers continued to decline, and DeepMACT showed that the free tumor cells were also geometrically reduced.

It was almost dawn, but I didn't expect a strange change at this time.

The human body is really complicated, and this research needs to go further. If the changes in the lungs are due to the evolution of the patient's condition itself, it's okay to say, but if the stimulation of the previously injected drugs causes the tumor cells to mutate, it proves that the entire study has failed.

Looking at the poor child and his mother, Carl's eyes fell on the micropump that was continuously pumping octreotide in micrograms by the bedside.

This is a psychological placebo, not to comfort the patient, but to treat the doctor psychologically.

That Dr. Zheng is really young, much younger than the photo released by the Nobel Prize jury. But he seems to take the kid too seriously, and finally...

Alas, Dr. Carl sighed, hoping that Dr. Zheng would feel better after giving a useless treatment.

This is something that must be endured. Facing every disease that has plagued human beings for countless years and every attempt, one must have a heart of stone, even if the cost is the patient's life.

In fact, cancer looks terrible now, and countless people have died from it, but compared with tuberculosis in the past, it is just that.

Tuberculosis was previously called the Captain of All These Men of Death, that is, the captain of human death. Carl looked at the child's guardianship value blankly, thinking wildly in his mind.

For the disease of tuberculosis, humans have exhausted almost all treatment methods.

In medieval England and France, tuberculosis was also called king's evil, that is, the king's evil. As for why it is the king, this involves a deeper reason.

With that name came the healing modality - The King's Touch. It is believed that as long as the king touches lymphatic tuberculosis with his hand, the disease will be cured. The therapy continued in England until the 18th century, and in France until the 19th century.

With the advent of the steam age, human civilization began to advance by leaps and bounds, and the research and treatment of tuberculosis also accelerated.

Nursing homes, thoracoplasty, etc., even electroshock therapy... which one of these attempts has not killed countless patients.

Dr. Zheng is really not suitable to be a scientist, no matter whether he has a solid theory and has hands that have been kissed by God, this kind of "fragile" mentality has already eliminated him. Without an indifferent heart, how can we achieve results in disease research!

Carl thought to himself that as a clinician, he needs to have a compassionate attitude. And as a researcher, a person who is trying to find the most correct way to overcome the disease in countless ways, if he does not have a cold heart, it is absolutely impossible.

"Carl, 4 hours after the injection of octreotide, the watery sputum began to decrease." Carl's assistant and friend said after reading the record.

"It's just transient." Dr. Carl said firmly, "There will be such small fluctuations at any time due to fluctuations in the condition and replacement of fluid in the blood plasma. Believe me, this definitely has nothing to do with octreotide."

His assistant shrugged and did not argue with Carl.

"It's not pancreatitis. The only function of using this octapeptide drug is to prove that we are still in the process of treatment. As for why we don't use the hexadepeptide drug, I think Dr. Zheng is still very nostalgic." Carl said slightly sarcastically Said the tone.

But the reality is different from Carl's prediction.

The secretion of more than 100ml per hour quickly dropped to about 80ml per hour after intravenous pumping of octreotide.

As the drug concentration reaches its peak, the secretion of watery sputum further decreases.

It drops about 5-10ml every hour. If the numbers are listed as a curve, this curve is sliding down smoothly enough.

At the 10th hour, the watery sputum had dropped to about 10ml per hour.

Although there was still sputum, Karl realized that this mucorrhea had been initially contained under the action of octreotide.

With the reduction of watery sputum, Xiaoshi's vital signs gradually recovered. The oxygen given by the ventilator has been reduced from 100% pure oxygen to 75% oxygen.

The blood oxygen saturation also began to increase slowly, reaching about 95%.

All this proves that the treatment plan given by Dr. Zheng is correct.

Looking at the values ​​on the various instruments in front of him and the monitoring indicators written every fifteen minutes on the record sheet in his hand, Carl fell into deep thought.

Octreotide can not only treat fingertip hypertrophy and pancreatic secretion, but also treat this strange condition in front of you?

Oh My God! What exactly is going on!

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Note: Literature cited from Nicole L. Roeder, et al. A Woman in Her 60s With Lung Adenocarcinoma Presents With Copious Watery Sputum and Respiratory Failure. 2017.152(6):e143–e146