Chapter 1794： What are you afraid of?

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

There are two people in the family of the patient. A man of 50 or 60 years old is thin, wrinkled, gray in hair, and the old face is full of bitterness and helplessness.

The wrinkles are full of dust, bitter and bitter.

The other is a 26-year-old woman with red eyes and tears on her face. She should be the patient's daughter.

The man is a little surprised, his eyes are red, full of bloodshot, but there is a little 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, is it already extubated?" the man asked with a tear.

Zheng Ren had already had his own judgment on the two people. He sat in the chair of the confession room and shook his head. He said in a deep voice: "I just thought that you are clear about the condition of Professor Zhang."

The man nodded, and the patient's daughter was a bit stunned. Her hands crossed her fingers and the extra bed was pale.

"The conditions and conditions at home, I have a preliminary understanding." Zheng Rendao: "Now the patient is in critical condition, there is a little professor Zhang did not say, I will talk to you again."

The patient's daughter suddenly got up, she was full of hope, and the light shining from her eyes was a bit sick and bright.

"The patient's condition is very heavy. I have never felt it before. It belongs to..." As he said, Linger passed by and saw Zheng Ren confessing his illness. He walked in directly and greeted him with a smile, and sat next to Zheng Ren.

"Who is this……"

"I am the person in the medical department, Zheng boss, you tell me, don't worry about me." Linger said with a smile.

"The reason why the patient hides the disease is because the brain supplies blood vessels. In medical terms, it is called moyamoya disease."

The family members of the patient were awkward, and the smile on Ringer’s face disappeared, some serious and somewhat horrified.

There is a problem with the coronary artery. It is not enough for postoperative heart failure. Is there even a moyamoya disease?

He was a little bit in his heart.

"Doctor, is it a moyamoya disease?" the man asked with some fear.

"Now there is no time to explain the moyamoya disease in detail with you." Zheng Ren said with certainty: "The existing disease judgment shows that it is necessary to use extracorporeal membrane lungs to ensure that the patient's heart function is gradually restored. But the extracorporeal membrane lung, blood Heparinization... Simply put, it is very likely to have cerebral hemorrhage."

"If you want patients to survive, you should not only use better, more expensive, more advanced rescue methods, but also do craniotomy." Zheng Ren said calmly.

Not only the family of the patient, but even Linge was stunned.

So complicated? What is the purpose of Zheng boss’s confession? It is to give up.

Oh, okay, okay.

Linger relaxed in his heart.

Looking at the wear of the patient's family, he judged that even if he used extracorporeal membrane lungs, the family would have to borrow a large sum of money to see the disease.

Even if the patient recovers from hospital, it will be very difficult to repay such a large sum of money. Not just a person, but a family is extremely difficult.

Give up, life always insists on constantly giving up.

The man’s hand trembled and wiped his tears and said: “Doctor, we know, we have just told the professor, let’s give up the rescue.”

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

"I am not here to advise you to give up." Zheng Rendao: "My judgment, if the craniotomy is performed, and then supported by extracorporeal membrane lung, the chance of recovery is about 50%."

The man was shocked.

The patient's daughter looked up and looked at Zheng Ren with a stunned look. She didn't understand it just after that.

How can the illness become more and more serious and can it be rescued?

"Doctor, it's not that we don't save." The man said something a little embarrassed.

Have feelings for the patient, but the facts do not allow him to use his feelings.

Living, sometimes too difficult. It is hard to live hard, and we must do our best. If you add a family that opens the skull and needs to take care of lying in bed...

"In our village, someone has done this kind of surgery. It is to knock the skull open."

Zheng Ren nodded. Although the man spoke, it was not well organized, but he still understood it well.

"After the operation, the people are also abolished. Our family..." He said, he sighed long. The waist was bent a little more, as if the shoulders were under pressure and he couldn’t breathe.

The patient's daughter interrupted him and asked: "How much is the doctor?"

"Three and a half million." Zheng Ren gave a vague number, which is simply astronomical for the patient's daughter.

After she heard it, her body swayed, her head was dizzy, and her tears flowed down directly.

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

Said, someone knocked at the door, Hu Yanhui carrying a box, followed by two people in the legal department.

"Zheng boss, we are here."

"Xiao Hu changed clothes to go advanced." Zheng Rendao, "Leave the Ministry of Justice, explain it to the patient's home for a while."

Ringer was surprised, but he did not question.

He quickly licked it and understood what Zheng boss meant.

Xinglinyuan surgery live, bear this huge medical expenses. But... this is not an interventional operation, nor a general surgery, but a neurosurgery!

Can Zheng boss get it down?

Ringer whispered: "Zheng boss, are you sure?"

"Eighty percent." Zheng Ren replied.

Ringer nodded and had a bottom in his heart.

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

"You have to go back to planting the land, go now!" The patient's daughter said unceremoniously: "My mom has a place that I am sorry for you! Now lying in bed, you want to go?"

"Shantou, what's the situation at home, you know..." The man's head is getting lower and lower.

When these words are spoken, he is a lot easier.

"Don't say hundreds of thousands of dollars. These tens of thousands of dollars are all made up by me I don't know how to return."

"Roll!" The patient's daughter hysterical shouted, "The farther you go, the better, my mom will die here, and you will not need to send it!"

The man trembled and licked his face, tears streaming out of his fingers. Mixed with dirt, dirty.

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

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

Zheng Ren spoke about the live broadcast of the operation.

The man stood up in silence and said: "Doctor, I still ask to give up."

"Doctor, I want to treat, please be sure to help my mother." The patient's daughter also stood up and walked to the table, straight in front of Zheng Ren.

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

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