Zheng Ren took the film bag, took out the film first, and inserted it into the film reader.

The film of the three-dimensional reconstruction of the head is clearer and clearer, much clearer than the ordinary CT.

"Director Kong, our judgment is correct." Zheng Ren said.

"Yes." Director Kong nodded as he watched the movie.

It was indeed not a malignant tumor in the skull. Director Kong had already understood at this time. As for what disease it was, he had no idea.

Zheng Ren looked carefully for a few minutes before taking out various test forms and flipping them one by one.

As I had previously judged, the patient's urine galactose examination found positive urine sugar, negative urine sugar by glucose oxidase, and paper chromatography identified it as galactose.

The blood galactose concentration was determined, and the normal concentration was 110 to 194 μmol/l. The patient's blood galactose concentration increased, reaching 561 μmol/l.

Combined with other test results, Zheng Ren determined that the patient's disease was galactosemia.

Director Kong came over, took a look at the test form, and then hugged it and hugged it.

This kind of examination is not a relevant department, and it cannot be done once in a few years or even decades.

Even as the director of the Interventional Department, Director Kong is not omniscient and capable. He can see any disease and any test form.

It's not like the monster Zheng Ren.

Director Kong was not afraid, but just sat on a chair and watched the film, comparing it with the previous head ct film.

After three-dimensional reconstruction, the so-called placeholding is more obvious, which clearly shows that there is only edema in brain replenishment and a small amount of crystalline substances.

It is definitely not a placeholder, it is a misdiagnosis by a local hospital.

Fortunately, there was no surgery. If this was opened, the tumor would not be found, but it would be a big deal. At that time, the patient would suffer huge trauma and the doctor would also be waxed.

However, this film is indeed easy to misdiagnose. Director Kong knew that if Zheng Ren was not there, he could only vaguely judge that it might not be an intracranial malignant tumor. As for the specifics, he would have no clue.

Of course, he would not easily judge the diagnosis error of the local hospital. Unlike Zheng Ren, he wrote directly what examinations needed.

Is the blood galactose concentration determination? Director Kong recalled the examination, but his mind was blank. Seeing Sun Ming...Director Sun had long stopped doing clinical practice, and he didn't know about this.

Waiting for Boss Zheng to give the answer, Director Kong simply didn't think about it, and he was too lazy to do anything to search the Internet for what the blood galactose concentration measurement is.

This is not a problem with interventional science. It’s no point in learning so much.

More than ten minutes later, Zheng Ren combined the B-ultrasound of the abdomen, CT of the liver, CT of the head, and many blood test results to finally come up with a definite answer.

"Director Sun, the patient suffers from galactosemia." Zheng Ren said.

Sun Ming knew these words together, but if they were treated as a disease, he would not understand them at all.

He still knows what galactose is, but he definitely doesn’t know what galactoseemia is.

"That...Boss Zheng..." Sun Ming swallowed and said vaguely: "Please explain it."

"This is a toxic clinical metabolic syndrome with increased blood galactose. Congenital defects in any of the three related enzymes in galactose metabolism can cause galactosemia and have related symptoms." Zheng Ren explained: "The patient's condition is relatively mild..."

When he said this, Sun Ming was speechless.

Depending on the patient's condition, young people with good health have all shown mental retardation. This is relatively mild? If it is severe, what will happen?

"Generally speaking, it is common in infants and young children, and the treatment effect is not very good. However, it has only started to develop the disease when it is adults, which proves that the congenital enzyme defect is very mild, and it can be corrected by measures such as oral sugar cubes."

"Oral candy?" Sun Ming was completely confused. What does this mean?

"Now you can give a high sugar pump to improve the sugar content in the patient's blood. Then, just eat more sugar in your daily life, you can correct the symptoms of galactosemia. But if you want to treat it thoroughly, there is no good idea in the existing technology."

"By the way, fresh plasma should be OK. But now there seems to be a limit on transfusion of plasma, so just give some glucose and you will see the effect soon." Zheng Ren said.

Such a serious illness, my family is thinking about giving up treatment, but I can get rid of it with some glucose? Is this a joke or serious?

"Zheng...Boss Zheng, are you serious?" Sun Ming asked in surprise.

Director Kong was immediately unhappy when he heard what he said.

"Old Sun, what are you talking about?" Director Kong scolded.

Although Director Kong didn't know what galactosemia was, he believed in Zheng Ren.

This kind of trust is accumulated continuously, rather than blind trust that appears because of the identity of Nobel Prize candidates.

Director Kong immediately picked up the landline, called the nurse station, and found an old nurse with a good technique to come in with a sterile plate.

20ml of 50% glucose, intravenously.

More than ten minutes later, the young man's expression began to come alive. He seemed to have a big dream, shocked by how he was here.

This is a plot in ordinary TV series, but young people do not ask themselves where they are, why they are here, and what exactly happened.

When he saw Baifu, he immediately realized that he was sick and was seeing him.

"Are you better?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Okay...good..." The stuttering of young people still exists, and there are some nervous factors.

"The vision problem will not be relieved so quickly for the time being, but the brain ischemia and hypoxia have been initially alleviated." Zheng Ren smiled.

"Erwa, who am I?" asked the middle-aged man tentatively.

"You...you are my second...no, it's my third uncle." The young man replied.

"Second Baby!" The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but a mouthful of phlegm appeared in his throat, which was blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

"Uncle, I..." The young man still spoke a little stumblingly, but he could see that his consciousness was much better than the confused state when he came in.

"It's okay, it's okay." The middle-aged man wiped his eyes with his sleeves, touched the young man's head, and then stood in front of Zheng Ren very seriously and bowed deeply.

"Don't be polite." Zheng Ren said.

"You are so kind to live." The middle-aged man burst into tears of gratitude.

"A small matter." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "After going back, be careful to eat more sugar. But you must control the amount and don't cause severe diabetes because of this."

"Yeah, I know, I know." The middle-aged man responded hurriedly.

After a few more words of politeness, Sun Ming asked, "Boss Zheng, do you have time tonight? Have a meal together?"

"No." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "I will have surgery tomorrow. Go to bed early tonight, another day, another day."

It seems that people went to the United States to do flying knives, and Boss Zheng was very modest and did not say where he went.
Chapter completed!